There is a profound tragedy in watching a gardener tend to his flowers with one hand while poisoning the soil with the other.
On the current blockchain, we have witnessed a distortion of purpose. The mechanism of the downvote was forged in fire to be a shield—a defense against spam, a barrier against malice, a guardian of the communal garden. It was meant to protect the soil so that true flowers might bloom.
But somewhere along the path, the guardians became the invaders.
The whales, those mighty leviathans entrusted with the stewardship of the chain, have turned their harpoons inward. They do not hunt the weeds; they crush the saplings. They do not protect the community; they drive it into exile. When the tool of protection becomes the weapon of suppression, the garden does not grow—it withers.
You cannot build a future on ground that trembles with every step you take.
Imagine the artist who raises a brush, only to have the canvas slashed before the first stroke dries.
Imagine the writer who sets down a truth, only to have the ink erased by a shadowy hand.
Imagine the builder who lays a brick, only to have the wall kicked down by those who claim to own the foundation.
This is the reality for many on the current chain. The "anti-abuse" crusade has become a license for abuse. The whales, drunk on power and disconnected from the human spirit of the platform, wield the downvote not as a scalpel for surgery, but as a sledgehammer for demolition.
They say they are "cleaning." But look at the debris. It is not spam that litters the floor; it is the dreams of newcomers, the voices of the honest, the contributions of the brave.
A blockchain that drives away its people is not a network; it is a ghost town waiting to happen.
There is another way. There must be another way.
Build where you are free.
Build on soil where the sun shines without the threat of an artificial eclipse. Build on chains where the value of your work is determined by the hands that receive it, not by the shadows that seek to obscure it.
In these sanctuaries—places like Blurt, where the downvote button has been removed from the arsenal of tyranny, or Steemit, where the tool is sheathed and used with rare, surgical precision—the creator breathes again.
Here, the whale is not a predator. The whale is a partner. The power of the stake is used to lift, not to crush. The governance is a conversation, not a commandment.
True protection does not come from the fear of punishment. It comes from the freedom to create.
To the builders, the dreamers, the coders, the writers, and the artists:
You are the lifeblood of this technology. Without you, the blockchain is merely a ledger of empty transactions, a monument to nothing. You deserve a home where your labor is honored, not penalized.
Do not cast your pearls before swine who mistake your gems for garbage. Do not pour your sweat into a well that has been poisoned by the very guards sworn to protect it.
Pack your tools. Lift your eyes. Look to the horizons where the air is clear.
Go to the places where the rules are written in light, not in shadow. Go to the platforms where the community is the sovereign, and the whale is merely a servant of the consensus.
The old guard may roar. The old whales may thrash. They may try to hold onto their kingdom of fear with tightening grips. But history teaches us one undeniable truth:
Creators always find a way to create.
If the door is barred, they build a window. If the window is shuttered, they build a new house. And if the land itself is toxic, they sail for new shores.
So let them keep their poisoned garden. Let them sit atop their mountain of suppressed posts and lonely metrics.
We will go where we are free.
We will build where we are welcome.
We will grow where the downvote is not a sword, but a memory of a time when we forgot what protection truly means.
Build free. Build proud. Build where the future is waiting.
— Bilpcoin: We expose the truth, so you can build upon it.
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