Black Pilled at Bitcoin 2022: Do We Know What All This Is For? Soul Searching Amid the Glitz and Glamour

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As I’m watching men struggle on the mechanical bull (thinking, shouldn’t they only be using one hand?) at Bitcoin 2022 in Miami last week, a thought from the deep recesses of my mind emerges: What is all this for?

A documentarian who has been patiently listening to another one of my cynical rants echoes my thoughts and asks: “So why are you still here?”

And I have to admit that, well, I haven’t really thought about that in awhile. And then I also have to admit, that the reason why I haven’t been thinking about whether all this aligns with my principles and goals, is probably that, well, the money’s good here.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Ohhhhh shiiiiit. Am I a grifter?!

“Look at all my shit.”

Let’s get a few things out of the way: This piece really isn’t about chiding Bitcoin Magazine’s conference (like I did last year). All that BS still remains, but it has taken a bit of a backseat. It isn’t about that ugly-ass eunuch bull or the confusion of telling your attendees to never sell while also hurraying innovations meant to make bitcoin the payment method for your morning coffee or evening beer. This isn’t about any of the actual content.

Bitcoin 2022 is only here as the catalyst for my most recent existential crisis.

What is all this for?

Not Bitcoin itself, no, that I understand and it was perfectly memed by Crypto Twitter king and Coin Center Director of Communications Neeraj Agrawal recently:

What I mean to ask is what is all this mechanical bulls and glowing, gassing volcanos and millions of dollars of expo hall and it’s not just this event, but yachts and booze, pick your poison, and IVs for the morning after and tons and tons of TV screens and everyone throwing around terms like “innovation” and “world-changing” and “peace” and just the most exhausting lineup of EDM and where’s the Molly and so many coins and tokens and it’s all a fucking casino.

“This is my fucking dream yall, all this shit.”

For nearly a decade, I’ve watched both friends and enemies and all kinds of good and bad people make so much money in Bitcoin and the derivatives it’s spawned, and they use it to buy more shit, more tokens, more NFTs, more investments – so that they can appreciate in value and allow us to buy more tokens and NFTs and investments.

It used to be precious. I used to think things were sacred — Bitcoin’s mission, then Ethereum’s mission, journalism, ethics even. But I won’t lie. I took the black pill.

It used to be precious. I used to think things were sacred — Bitcoin’s mission, then Ethereum’s mission, journalism, ethics even.

But I won’t lie. I took the black pill.