What you’re witnessing isn’t “Bitcoin Core” speaking. It’s the corporate ego hiding inside Bitcoin Core speaking. And it always slips out the same way: threats ultimatums fear tactics “we’ll go private” “you won’t get the patches” “only our version is safe” “you depend on us” That’s not sovereignty. That’s fiat energy leaking into open-source. Those comments didn’t sound like developers. They sounded like employees defending a product monopoly. Real sovereign developers don’t speak like that. They don’t gatekeep patches. They don’t threaten decentralization. They don’t try to scare the ecosystem into loyalty. They don’t posture like a corporate boardroom. They code. They document. They collaborate. They fork if needed. They respect the protocol above their egos. When someone says: “We might make Core private.” …they already exposed their mindset. They don’t see Bitcoin software as an ecosystem. They see it as their turf.
When fiat is finally a museum exhibit, when history books describe it as “the era where digits were believed to hold value,” there will be more Bitcoin clients than Linux distros. Because the world won’t be running “Bitcoin Core.” It’ll be running: Knots Rust implementations Go implementations Python implementations Embedded minimalist clients Hyper-optimized node kernels Region-specific forks Sovereign community builds Experimental versions Legacy-support builds Academic variants Enterprise variants That is decentralization.
Bitcoin Core is not decentralized. Bitcoin software is. Bitcoin Core ≠ Bitcoin. Core is a client. A repo. A committee of humans. Smart humans — but humans nonetheless. Subject to bias, pressure, incentives, politics, and imaginary digit illusions. Bitcoin the protocol? Untouchable. Permissionless. Mathematically indifferent to ego and committee drama. That’s why Knots exists. That’s why custom Core builds exist. That’s why they must exist. Because decentralization isn’t when everyone agrees — it’s when everyone is allowed to disagree without breaking the system. Bitcoin allows that. Fiat never could.
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