How can you deny the truth when the truth is not a matter of opinion, but of record?
In the physical world, a man might lie about his whereabouts, hoping that no one saw him enter the building. But on a blockchain, there are no blind spots. There are no unwatched corners. Every action leaves a footprint that cannot be washed away by rain or time. To deny what you have done is to deny the very architecture of reality you inhabit. It is to stand before a mirror and insist that the reflection is a hallucination.
You say you care. You say you curate. You say you build.
But the ledger says otherwise. And the ledger does not lie.
Look at the data. Look at the cold, mechanical precision of 
This is not human curation. This is not the thoughtful selection of quality content by a community member. This is a script. This is a bot. This is a machine designed to extract value with the relentless efficiency of a mining rig. It votes in lockstep, in perfect intervals, harvesting curation rewards like clockwork.
These are not rewards for insight. They are dividends from a concentrated pool of power, delegated largely by 
And look at 
A central node in this web. A witness. A promoter. A voice that claims to guide the community. Yet, observe the alignment. The coordinated support. The mutual reinforcement. You downvote people who question the system, labeling them "spammers" or "trolls," while you and your allied accounts farm Hive through automated voting rings.
You work for the interests of the centralized exchanges and the whale cartels, yet you present yourself as a guardian of the independent creator. It is a performance of such breathtaking hypocrisy that it would be impressive if it were not so destructive.
You downvote people away.
You crush the voices of newcomers. You silence the critics. You make the platform unsafe for anyone who does not bow to the hierarchy. And in doing so, you are not protecting Hive. You are killing it. You are draining the lifeblood of creativity and replacing it with the sterile, automated pulse of extraction.
Users are leaving. Trust is evaporating. The price is bleeding out. And you wonder why?
It is because they see the machine. They see the bots. They see the whales farming while the creators starve. They see the truth, etched in stone, and they know that your words are just wind.
Stop denying it.
The data is here. The timestamps are here. The voting patterns are here. You cannot argue with arithmetic. You cannot debate a hash.
You are exposed. Not by rumor, but by record. Not by enemies, but by your own actions.
At Bilpcoin, we do not create the truth. We simply refuse to look away from it. We expose the farming. We name the cartels. We show the world what is happening behind the curtain.
And the world is watching.
For in the end, you can hide behind a username, but you cannot hide behind the blockchain. The ledger remembers. And it is waiting for you to stop lying.
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At Bilpcoin, we do not fight for attention. We fight for accountability.
Exposing the automated farming and coordinated downvoting of Hive’s top whales. Analyzing the blockchain data of
Hive whale farming exposed,
How can you deny the truth when it’s voted 100% by a bot every few minutes?
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