Daylight Savings Time is Fiat Time
bbbAhh, my Bitcoin friends. You sweet, sweet summer children. You've got your pitchforks out for central banks printing money out of thin air, debasing your wealth with every QE round, turning your hard-earned dollars into Zimbabwean toilet paper. But wait, I've got a red pill for you that's brighter than Satoshi's genesis block: Daylight Saving Time is Fiat Time, straight up. And if you're one of those Bitcoiners who meekly twists your clock forward or back like a good little sheep, you're not just a hypocrite; you're a full-on statist cuck, bending the knee to the very overlords you claim to despise.
Think about it, plebs. Real time? That's sound time. It's the unyielding tick-tock of the universe, governed by the sun's majestic arc across the sky, or at least by atomic clocks in UTC that don't give a damn about your government's whims. It's decentralized, verifiable, and immutable, like Bitcoin's blockchain, where every second is mined from the raw physics of reality, not conjured up in some smoky room by politicians who couldn't balance a checkbook if their pork-barrel lives depended on it. The sun rises when it rises, sets when it sets. No inflation, no deflation, just pure, hard time, 24 hours a day, 365.25 days a year.
But nooo, along comes the fiat time cartel, your friendly neighborhood statists in suits, declaring, "Hey, let's just print an extra hour in the fall! And burn one in the spring! Because... efficiency? Farming? War bonds? Whatever, shut up and comply." It's the temporal equivalent of the Fed cranking up the money printer: arbitrary, top-down manipulation that screws with your circadian rhythm, your sleep cycles, and your sacred Bitcoin mining schedules. One minute it's 2 AM, poof, now it's 1 AM again... like they're handing out free hours on the house. But who's paying? You, with your groggy mornings, confused pets, and that one clock in your kitchen you always forget to change. It's inflationary time debasement, folks! Your day gets diluted, your productivity tanks, and the only ones winning are the energy lobbyists and the bureaucrats who get to feel like gods tinkering with the fabric of existence.
And you, Mr. "Bitcoin Fixes This" with your "Don't Trust, Verify" laptop sticker? If you're out there dutifully springing forward like a Pavlovian dog, you're basically admitting you're cool with the state messing with your most precious asset: time itself. Time is money, remember? Satoshi didn't code the protocol so you could let Uncle Sam steal an hour from your stack every year. That's cuckoldry on a cosmic scale, watching the government inflate your timeline while you sip your volcano-shade-grown raw-milk latte and pretend it's for "the greater good." Greater good? Sounds like commie talk to me. Real Bitcoiners run on solar time, or better yet, Bitcoin time, synced to the network's block height, where every 10 minutes is a halving heartbeat of freedom.
Wake up, sheeple! Ditch the DST delusion. Set your clocks to permanent standard time and HODL that extra hour like it's your last sat. Because if you're supporting fiat time, you're no better than a nocoiner cheering on the dollar's demise from the sidelines. Bitcoin is sovereignty; DST is slavery. Choose wisely, or forever hold your peace... and your adjusted alarm clock.
