Bitcoin’s recent history feels like a roadside hallucination...

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Bitcoin’s recent history feels like a roadside hallucination: SegWit cracked open the witness fields, Taproot handed the crowd industrial-grade chisels, and the junk peddlers began engraving their digital graffiti across block space while Core devs muttered about neutrality and long-term safe nostr:nprofile1qqs0m40g76hqmwqhhc9hrk3qfxxpsp5k3k9xgk24nsjf7v305u6xffcpz9mhxue69uhkummnw3ezuamfdejj7hvg6mw showed up like a lone exorcist, waving patches meant to suffocate the inscription demons on sight, only to be turned away for swinging too wildly. Then #BIP110 lurched onto the scene — a one-year shotgun blast of consensus limits meant to slap duct tape over the protocol’s leaking data pipes — while maintainers recoiled, whispering about chain splits and bad precedent. And so the carnival grinds on, junk masters stuffing bytes into every crevice, devs arguing about purity versus pragmatism, and #Bitcoin itself humming indifferently beneath the chaos, as if this was always the price of absolute permissionlessness.
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