Who do you think you are fooling?
It is a genuine question, asked not with malice, but with a kind of exhausted wonder. Who is the audience for this performance? Who sits in the darkened theater of your making, watching you strut across the stage, declaring that the sky is green while the entire world can see it is blue?
You act as though your lies can outdo blockchain transactions. As though your carefully crafted narratives, your coordinated downvotes, your whispered alliances and public denials carry more weight than a cryptographic hash. As though the story you tell about yourself matters more than the story the ledger tells about you.
LOL, indeed.
It is not merely wrong. It is absurd. It is the comedic spectacle of a man standing before a mountain, insisting he is taller.
The blockchain does not perform. It does not posture. It does not craft press releases or coordinate voting campaigns to shape perception. It simply records. And in the stark, unblinking light of that record, your lies do not merely fail—they become laughable. They become the punchline to a joke you did not know you were telling.
You say you are a curator. The ledger shows you are a farmer.
You say you protect the community. The ledger shows you extract from it.
You say you are fighting spam. The ledger shows you are silencing truth.
The gap between your words and your transactions is not a crack. It is a canyon. And everyone who knows how to read the chain can see you standing on one side, shouting across the void, pretending the other side does not exist.
Who are you fooling?
Not the investigators, who read the chain like an open book.
Not the users, who have already packed their bags and left for platforms where their labor is not stolen.
Not the market, which has already priced in your broken trust.
Not even your allies, who follow you not out of conviction, but out of shared complicity.
The only person you are fooling is yourself. And that is the saddest audience of all.
So yes—LOL.
Not because your actions are harmless. Not because the damage you have done is trivial. But because the sheer audacity of standing before an immutable ledger and insisting your fiction is stronger than its fact is, in the end, the only appropriate response left.
The blockchain does not laugh. It does not need to.
It simply waits for you to finish your performance, and then it displays the receipts.
For in the end, the liar always runs out of lines. But the ledger never runs out of blocks.
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