The older generation is gullible when it comes to the internet. You were raised to trust: in the teacher, the man in uniform, the voice on the radio, the face on the TV, and that authority knows what is right. You believed… because the TV told you to. You believe what you see on a screen, without realising that what happens behind the screen is not always what your eyes are seeing. Then came the internet. The smartphone. Social media. A world without order and rules. Now AI has distorted the game even further. You will see faces that never existed, hear voices from people who never existed. The instinct to believe is now a weakness… no longer a virtue… and it will be used against you.

And right on cue… as the OP_RETURN war exposes the cowardice of those desperate to spam under the guise of progress, they roll out a shiny new “debate”... should we rename sats to bitcoins? A tired tactic... manufacture argumentation to delay, to distract, to disarm. This isn’t discourse. It’s a circus act for the intellectually barren. A dialectical smokescreen meant to hide the fact that they have no substance, no vision... only the urge to derail. Renaming sats is the perfect hobby for midwits... sterile minds performing relevance while the real battle burns behind them. This is cowardice in the costume of contribution. A herd whimpering for significance. No amount of rebranding will hide what they fear most: that Bitcoin’s consensus isn’t a conversation... it’s enforcement. It doesn’t bend to opinion polls or branding strategies. It moves forward by conflict, not committee.

Ah yes, Mother's Day. Father's Day. Our annual display of gratitude... that one day a year when we're expected to perform love on command... with flowers, gifts, and guilt as a bonus. Because nothing says "I care" like a reminder on your calendar. We're not celebrating mothers or fathers; we're celebrating the illusion society sells and flaunts on social media. It's not love... it's theater. A staged performance of virtue and obligation. And those who don’t play along? Branded cold, ungrateful, or broken. But how sincere is a love that needs a scheduled date before it’s seen as real?