Yup.

A collection of cracked hashes.

In a spiffy data set.

Right?

But you do need to trust that someone else believes that this made up collection of scrambled eggs has value.

B/c at the end of the day, it’s just a fancy collection of cracked password with some Wingdings thrown in.

Aye.

The invented thing that people somehow believe in.

Getting close to a new religion, isn’t it?

At least until the day the tides turn.

Credit: Visiting Mongolian professor Ghengis Gange

That fucked my brain right there.

I’m pretty good at finding bandaids in junk drawers.

I wish moments like those were our next four years.

Wouldn’t waste my time on that one.

It’s an article meant to create outrage and rob people of joy and solidarity. The incredulous response you’re feeling is the entire point.

And creating that kind of stuff is the sole purpose of certain organizations.

You bet. If you need an objective reader somewhere in the process would love to read what you have.

Love reading good writing.

And I try to leave useful notes. 👍

That “Boy one day you’ll be happy to be bit.” is a great line.

FYI:Making a bitcoin:

1. Bruteforce crack/match all the combos of letter/number/characters to equate to a blockchain segment’s hash using a fixed algorithm.

2. …oh…there is no #2.

Crypto is just a glorified guess-my-password scheme. That’s it. There is no intrinsic worth except “backed by bros”.

When you realize your son found your Old Spice cologne.

That’s the guy in jiu jitsu who’s always whispering hook the leg.