You Stay 'Til The Jobs Done
It turned out that the sweet-talking tattoo sporting BITCOINER was a gypsy bare knuckled boxing champion, which makes him harder than a coffin nail.
Now I know, most of you haven't been in a good ol’ fashioned fist fight, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
All I’m saying is that sometimes push comes to shove.
And sometimes, men need to assert their control and ownership over their belongings, whether that's their home, their heart, or their money.
We’re not here to mince words, gentlemen. We’re here to get the job done.
And I know most of you haven't the attention span of a geriatric gold fish but hang with me gents. Do yourself a favor and watch the clips imbedded into this article. They are there for a reason, you silly twats.
This next one is about eight minutes long. I know, eight minutes is a lifetime for some of you. Relax, there’s not much else to this article, and what else do you have going on. But you need to see it and feel it to get where I’m going here.
Trust the process.
Here’s the salient discussion as narrated by Turkish, played by Jason Statham:
You ever crossed the road and looked the wrong way, then hey presto, there’s a car nearly on you. So what do you do? Something very silly — YOU FREEZE — and your life doesn't flash before you ’cause your too fucking scared to think. You just freeze and pull a stupid face.
But the Bitcoiner didn’t.
Why?
’Cause he had plans on running the car over. It had previously occurred to me, that the Bitcoiner had taken the demise of his mother rather lightly. For every action, there’s a reaction. And a Bitcoiner reaction, is quite a fucking thing…
That is when I thought the Bitcoiner had money riding on himself. That’s the reason the bastard never goes down when he’s supposed to. We’ve been tucked up, while he’s been cleaning up. We’re worse off now then when we started.
You see, Kings, the pikey is a Bitcoiner and he and his fellow Bitcoiners hold their keys and run their nodes, and operate miners. They are Bitcoin. The Bitcoiners have money riding on themselves. Their software is open sourced, battle tested, harder than a coffin nail. And they’ve got plans, on running the fiat car over.
When the government, when some mafia goombahs, think they can strong arm their way around the Bitcoiners they just don’t comprehend the animals they are dealing with. We’ve been biding our time, waiting for the technology to develop to pulverize into dust their silly little fiat prison. Our resolve is beyond measure. Just like Mickey’s.
The Bitcoiners don’t freeze, don’t flinch, and don’t accept defeat. The Bitcoiners are not here to lose, they are here to clean up the shit storm mess that the fiat mafia goombahs have made of our ancestors lives, of of our mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, and we are not going to allow this dumpster fire dystopia to continue on for our decedents. We’ve surely had our fill of the goombahs clown world.
The Bitcoiners are done with the fiat mafia game. So if you’re down to ride with us, fellow Kings, then lets’ fucking go. We are separating money from the state for once and for all. We are liquidating fiat into Bitcoin, until there is absolutely nothing left of fiat, until fiat is knocked out cold, dead and buried.
So when you see your friendly goombah blathering on about some nonsense fiat gaslighting propaganda campaign, just remember, you are now riding with the baddest mother fuckers on the planet, so act the part, Legend, and remember what ol’ Mickey would say to the goombah — Yer Not Going Anywhere…
You Stay ‘Til The Jobs Done, Gents.