Welcome to Crypto Comedy, where we take a break from pretending cryptocurrency is the future of finance and acknowledge what it actually is sometimes: a spectacular fucking argument between people who have far too much time and access to Twitter.
And today we're looking at Bitcoin SV.
Or, as its supporters would have it, the real Bitcoin.
Obviously.
Because apparently Bitcoin needed another fucking sequel.
You know when you've watched a film and thought, "That was alright, but what this really needs is a second director, three lawsuits, a family feud and a bloke claiming he's the original author while producing evidence that looks like it was knocked up in Microsoft Word during his lunch break."
Welcome to BSV.
SV stands for "Satoshi's Vision."
That's genuinely what they called it.
Satoshi Nakamoto, meanwhile, disappeared years ago if he even exists.
No press conference.
No farewell tour.
No fucking TED Talk.
Just vanished.
And BSV basically went:
"Don't worry, lads. We know exactly what he wanted."
Really?
That's impressive.
Imagine someone dies and, five years later, some random bloke turns up at the funeral saying:
"Don't worry everyone, I've been appointed spokesman for the dead person."
"By whom?"
"The dead person."
"When did he tell you?"
"Well... he didn't."
That's BSV.
The Family Tree: Or, How to Fork Around and Find Out
Let's establish the family history because Bitcoin has somehow managed to produce more dysfunctional offspring than a celebrity divorce lawyer.
2009: Bitcoin appears.
Satoshi writes the whitepaper, mines some blocks, changes the financial world and eventually disappears.
Fair enough.
2017: Bitcoin Cash forks off.
Bitcoin Cash says: "We're the real Bitcoin."
Bitcoin says: "No, we're the real Bitcoin."
Everyone starts shouting.
Lovely.
Then 2018 arrives.
Bitcoin SV forks from Bitcoin Cash.
And BSV says: "Actually, we're the real Bitcoin."
So we've now got:
Bitcoin: "We're Bitcoin."
Bitcoin Cash: "No, we're Bitcoin."
BSV: "No, I'M Bitcoin."
It's like watching three bald men fighting over a comb.
And then came the hash war.
Because apparently having an argument on the internet wasn't sufficiently fucking stupid.
They actually started throwing computing power at each other.
Mining farms.
Electricity.
Millions of dollars.
All to determine who was more Bitcoin than the other Bitcoin.
It's like two divorced dads buying increasingly expensive Christmas presents for the same child just to prove they're the better parent.
Except the child is a distributed ledger.
And the child doesn't give a shit.
Enter Craig Wright — An Absolute Delusional Twat
Now we reach the part where BSV stops being merely bizarre and becomes spectacularly fucking entertaining.
Craig Wright spent years claiming he was Satoshi Nakamoto.
Now, if you genuinely were Satoshi, you'd think there'd be a fairly straightforward way of proving it.
You don't need a fucking PowerPoint presentation.
You don't need 900 pages of documents.
You don't need lawyers.
You don't need a dramatic blog post.
You don't need a documentary.
You don't need to appear on podcasts.
You don't need to shout at anyone.
You just move some Bitcoin known to belong to Satoshi.
That's it.
One transaction.
One.
Fucking.
Transaction.
You move the ancient coins and say: "There you go, cunts. It's me."
Case closed.
Instead, we got years of arguments, documents, signatures, explanations, accusations, counter-accusations and increasingly elaborate attempts to demonstrate something that could theoretically be demonstrated by moving some fucking Bitcoin.
It's the crypto equivalent of someone claiming they're the Queen of England while refusing to show you their passport but producing 400 pages of genealogical spreadsheets.
Then the Lawyers Arrived
And eventually the whole thing ended up in the UK courts.
In 2024, the UK High Court ruled that Wright was not Satoshi Nakamoto and found that he had forged documents and had engaged in extensive dishonesty.
That's not exactly a disappointing Amazon review.
That's a judge basically saying: "No. You're not him. And you've been making shit up."
The court also ordered him to stop claiming he was Satoshi.
Imagine being such a committed bullshitter that eventually the legal system has to tell you to stop fucking saying it.
And then having the ruling publicly displayed.
It's magnificent.
Most people get told off by their mum.
Craig Wright apparently got told off by the High Court.
Meanwhile, He Was Suing People
And here's where it gets properly surreal.
Wright sued people who said he wasn't Satoshi.
Including a podcaster.
Including a man whose online identity involved a cat avatar.
Imagine being a multi-million-dollar cryptocurrency personality and finding yourself in court because some bloke with a cartoon cat said: "Mate, you're not Satoshi."
And you're thinking: "Right. I'll see you in court."
The cat bloke: "What?"
"COURT."
That's not a legal strategy.
That's what happens when someone insults you in the pub and you immediately ask where the solicitor is.
And Then Exchanges Started Fucking Off
By 2019, several exchanges had delisted BSV amid the controversy.
Which is a slightly embarrassing outcome for a cryptocurrency whose entire pitch was basically: "We're the true Bitcoin."
Imagine launching a restaurant called The World's Best Steakhouse, then spending the next year being thrown out of restaurants.
Bigger Blocks! Because Apparently Bigger Is Always Better
Now, to be fair, BSV did have a genuine technical argument.
The idea was essentially:
Bigger blocks.
Much bigger blocks.
Massive blocks.
Fuck your tiny little Bitcoin blocks.
Why have a modest amount of transaction data when you can put an enormous fucking amount of data on-chain?
Weather data.
Documents.
Images.
Websites.
Whatever the hell you fancy.
Just shove it all onto the blockchain.
Forever.
Because apparently the best way to store the internet is to make every participating node keep a copy of everything.
It's like deciding your family photo album should be stored by every person in your entire town.
Then someone asks: "Why is this necessary?"
And you reply: "Because Satoshi's Vision."
Right.
Course it is.
The Slight Problem With the "Real Bitcoin"
Here's where the story becomes almost unbearably funny.
BSV claimed to be the real Bitcoin.
The original Bitcoin? Apparently fake.
Bitcoin Cash? Also fake.
BSV? The True Bitcoin™.
Except the market looked at the three of them and basically said: "Nah."
Bitcoin remained Bitcoin.
Bitcoin became an institutional asset.
ETFs arrived.
Corporations bought it.
Governments started holding it.
Wall Street started selling financial products around it.
And BSV?
Well...
BSV continued its glorious campaign to convince everyone that everyone else was wrong.
It's like losing a beauty contest and then spending nine years explaining that the judges fundamentally misunderstood beauty.
The Scoreboard
And this is the bit that makes the whole thing delicious.
BSV didn't merely say: "We've got a different technical philosophy."
That would've been perfectly reasonable.
No.
It essentially said: "We're the real Bitcoin."
That's a much bigger claim.
Because once you make that claim, eventually reality gets to mark your fucking homework.
And reality is a harsh teacher.
Bitcoin didn't disappear.
Bitcoin Cash didn't disappear.
BSV didn't become the dominant global monetary network.
The market didn't suddenly wake up one morning and scream: "FUCK! They were right all along!"
Instead, it mostly shrugged.
That's the beautiful thing about markets.
They don't care about your manifesto.
They don't care about your courtroom speeches.
They don't care about your followers.
They don't care how many times you type Satoshi's Vision™.
They don't care who you say you are.
They care what people actually buy.
And apparently the market looked at BSV and went: "Yeah... we'll pass."
The Moral
There's a lesson here, and it's surprisingly simple.
If you have to spend ten years screaming that you're the real king, you're probably not fucking king.
Satoshi didn't need a campaign.
Didn't need a PR department.
Didn't need a documentary.
Didn't need to sue anyone.
Didn't need to repeatedly tell everyone who he was.
He created Bitcoin.
Then disappeared.
And perhaps that's the funniest part of the entire BSV saga.
The man who claimed to be Satoshi spent years desperately trying to convince everyone he was Satoshi.
The actual Satoshi?
He shut the fuck up.
And somehow, that silence turned out to be considerably more convincing.
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