Let’s speak plainly—because truth doesn’t whisper.
Why build a so-called “open” platform, throw wide the gates, and invite the world to speak… only to punish anyone whose voice doesn’t echo your own?
Why grant yourself the power to erase a post with a single click—to drag someone’s effort, passion, or truth down to zero—not because it’s false, but because it’s uncomfortable?
And why cloak bigotry in the language of community, while quietly revealing contempt for anyone who doesn’t look, think, or worship like you?
That isn’t decentralization.
That’s digital tyranny with a user agreement.
Hive is rotten at the core of Hive.blog—a system that hands the gavel to the mob, lets bullies masquerade as moderators, and rewards conformity over courage. No wonder so many are walking away.
Enter Blurt.blog.
No downvotes. No shadow courts. No weaponized clicks to silence dissent.
Just voice—raw, unfiltered, and unrewarded by fear.
And yes, that terrifies the gatekeepers. Because on Blurt, you can’t bully truth into submission. You can’t drown honesty in a flood of downvotes. You can’t hide behind anonymity while rigging the game.
On Hive Take “theycallmedan”—The man never left; he just outsourced his presence. Once a poker player, now a blockchain grifter, shuffling stakes between friends, delegating to insiders, watching them power down and cash out while the community pays the price. It’s not clever—it’s exploitation, dressed up as participation.
Do the research. Follow the trail. The evidence isn’t buried—it’s blazing.
At Bilpcoin, we don’t hide the truth.
We publish it.
And that’s exactly why Hive tried to bury us with downvotes.
But here’s the punchline:
Truth doesn’t need upvotes to be true.
And on Blurt? It doesn’t need permission to be heard.
So come. Speak. Stay.
The silence is over.
There are certain lines in life that, once crossed, cannot be uncrossed—not because we lack forgiveness, but because some actions reveal a soul so corroded by malice that redemption must first pass through the fire of accountability.
We speak now not in anger, but in clarity. Not in pettiness, but in principle.
To the scammers—the digital charlatans who weave webs of lies to steal not just coin, but trust, hope, and dignity—we say this: your hour is noted. You operate in the gray zones of platforms, in the blind spots of algorithms, cloaked in usernames and false profiles, believing your distance grants you immunity. But every deception leaves a scar. Every betrayal echoes. And though you may vanish into the ether after your theft, the stain remains—not on your victims, but on you. We do not forget. We do not look away. And we show no mercy to those who weaponize trust for personal gain.
And then there are the others—the so-called “downvoters” of Hive who fancy themselves arbiters of worth, dispensing judgment like divine decrees from behind avatars and anonymous accounts. They strike without warning, without reason, without courage. They mistake cruelty for critique, silence for superiority. They believe that a single click can diminish a person’s labor, erase their voice, or break their spirit.
Let us be plain: downvoters are not gods. They are not even men of conviction. They are cowards—harmless only because they act from the shadows, nasty because they lack the decency to confront what they claim to despise. Their downvotes are not verdicts; they are confessions. Confessions of envy, of insecurity, of a soul so starved for meaning that it seeks to extinguish light elsewhere just to feel less alone in its own darkness.
We have seen them. We have studied their patterns—their sudden surges of negativity, their coordinated silencing, their smug justifications wrapped in hollow moralism. They cloak their pettiness in the language of “quality control” or “community standards,” but their hands tremble with something far baser: resentment.
We want them to know this: we build anyway. We create anyway. We speak anyway.
Because true strength is not found in tearing down—it is found in rising, again and again, even when unseen hands try to drag you into the mud. And those who persist in such pettiness? They will be remembered not as judges, but as footnotes—bitter, forgotten specters haunting the edges of a world that moved on without them.
At Bilpcoin we do not seek vengeance. But we do demand integrity.
And to those who stand with us—creators, truth-tellers, builders of beauty in a noisy world—hold your ground. Your voice matters. Your work matters. And no faceless coward, no digital devil masquerading as a critic, will ever have the final say over your worth.
Mercy is for the repentant.
Justice is for the harmed.
And silence?
Silence is what we leave behind for the cowards—when we’ve long since risen beyond their reach.
At Bilpcoin, we will not beg the world to come.
We will show them.
Because freedom is not a thing you plead for.
It is a thing you reveal—like light breaking through long-held shadows.
And so, we turn toward blurt.blog—not with desperation, but with quiet certainty.
Not with manipulation, not with coordinated upvotes or alt farms, but with truth:
Here, your voice is yours.
No downvote button.
No financial sabotage disguised as curation.
No whales circling the weak, feeding on dissent, silencing creators who dare speak plainly.
On Blurt, what you earn—through words, through art, through courage—you keep.
Not because someone allows it.
But because the code protects it.
This is not governance.
This is liberty.
And in contrast?
Hive—a chain that once promised decentralization, now ruled by those who farm its rewards, rig its proposals, and wield downvotes like weapons.
Men who make the rules only to break them.
Who reward loyalty over merit.
Who call themselves curators while acting as kings.
They claim it’s fair.
They claim it’s free.
But freedom cannot exist where fear lives.
And on Hive, fear is currency.
So we do not beg the masses to leave.
We simply open the door.
Let them see.
Let them compare.
Let them feel the weight lift when they post without looking over their shoulder.
Let them discover what it means to create—without permission.
That is how Blurt will grow.
Not through force.
Not through noise.
But through the undeniable pull of a system built on dignity, not control.
Hive blurt Steemit our journey across chains, we offer our honest truth:
We’ve walked through Hive.blog—once a promise, now a prison.
A so-called "decentralized" platform ruled by ex-vote-selling whales who write the rules just to break them.
They farm rewards with alt armies.
They crush dissent with coordinated downvotes.
They call it curation.
We call it control.
And if you dare do half of what they do?
You’ll be buried.
Silenced.
Driven out.
It’s not decentralized.
It’s dementalized—a system rotting at the core, run by men who’ve mistaken power for wisdom.
Then there’s Steemit.com—the elder, the origin.
It still bears the scar of its past, and yes, the downvote button remains.
But it is not abused like on Hive.
There is freedom.
There, creators can breathe.
But blurt.blog?
Blurt is different.
It doesn’t just promise freedom.
It embodies it.
How?
By doing one radical thing:
It removed the downvote button.
That single act—a blank space where malice once lived—is the most revolutionary feature in social blockchain today.
No financial sabotage.
No silent attacks.
No whales circling the weak.
On Blurt, your voice stands because you built it—not because someone allowed it.
What you earn, you keep.
No one can erase it with a grudge.
That is true freedom.
And it shows.
While Hive bleeds users Steemit and Blurt grows—not loud, but steady—like a tree planted in clean soil.
So to everyone tired of games, tired of lies, tired of being punished for speaking plainly:
Come to blurt.blog.
Join the BPC COMMENT FEST.
Speak freely.
Create without fear.
Because the future does not belong to the powerful.
It belongs to the truthful.
And the truth is winning.
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On Hive when the same voices cry out, again and again and new voices, about downvotes used as weapons, about alt farms siphoning rewards, about power hoarded by a silent few—you cannot dismiss them all as “toxic.” You cannot bury their pain beneath coordinated upvotes and private laughter.
Because silence is not agreement.
It is recognition.
A quiet knowing that everyone sees what you think you’ve hidden.
Some of you pretend not to notice.
You shrug, delegate more Hive Power, cash out another stack of HBD—while the creators, the real builders, the ones who believed in this dream—are left starving, silenced, erased.
You let the poor do your work—promoting your broken system, writing glowing posts for pennies, while you sip from the cup of ill-gotten gains, living off the labor of those you claim to serve.
It’s almost poetic.
Exploring the Possibilities of AI Art with Bilpcoin NFTs Episode 134 #BUILDAWHALESCAM FARM ON #HIVE
One chance, one choice Mc Franko & Keni
You act tough, but you run when it come, kid Mc franko
Am I up, am I down Keni & Mc Franko
Do you want world peace?
Or do you crave the chaos of world war—played out not with bombs, but with bitterness, with downvotes cast in malice, with words sharpened like knives in Discord chats and comment sections?
Is your life a pursuit of meaning, or just another game to win, another system to exploit, another chain to dominate while others starve?
Look inward.
Not at your portfolio.
Not at your Hive Power.
Not at the upvotes piled like trophies.
But at the quiet space between breaths—the place where the self speaks, if only we dare to listen.
Do you really know who you are?
Or have you mistaken influence for wisdom, control for strength, silence from others for respect?
Life is not a game.
It does not reset.
There is no continue screen when you fail the people who trusted you.
No respawning after you’ve crushed a creator’s spirit for daring to differ.
This is real.
The pain is real.
The consequences are real.
And one day, the noise will fade—the clout, the rewards, the hollow victories—and all that will remain is the answer to one question:
What did I stand for?
At Bilpcoin, we stand for healing.
For lifting voices, not burying them.
For truth that doesn’t shout, but endures.
We don’t throw our work in anyone’s face.
We don’t need to.
Our impact is measured in creators who found refuge.
In communities that felt seen.
In transactions exposed, scams halted, lies unraveled by cold, unblinking data.
We help—quietly, consistently, without fanfare.
Because helping isn’t leverage.
It’s love in action.
And while others cling to dying systems, we move.
We grow.
We learn.
We code.
We create music with AI.
We build art, websites, beats—for anyone, for everyone.
We push blurt.blog into the light, not because it profits us, but because it frees others.
Introducing the BPC Comment Fest.
Not a war.
Not a protest.
But a gathering.
The best place to connect.
To share.
To laugh.
To be seen.
Drop your favorite song.
Your latest art.
A story that matters to you.
A meme that made you snort coffee.
A piece of news that lit a fire.
Say what you want.
Be who you are.
No downvotes.
No sabotage.
No fear.
Just people.
Talking.
Creating.
Living.
You might make a friend.
You might spark a collaboration.
You might even meet someone who changes your life—maybe a new brother in arms, or yes… perhaps a woman who laughs at your joke and replies, “Tell me more.”
Who knows?
The world is wider than Discord raids and vote cartels.
It’s full of color, music, soul.
And above all—fun.
We said it once. We’ll say it again:
Fun. Fun. Fun.
Because joy is resistance.
Because creation is rebellion.
Because in a world trying so hard to be dark, light doesn’t have to shout—
it just has to shine.
So come.
Join us at the BPC Comment Fest.
Push blurt.blog forward with us.
Help us show what real freedom feels like.
And if you’re still on Hive, still caught in the storm—
ask yourself one last time:
Is this really where I belong?
Then take a breath.
Step into the open.
And start sharing—not what you’re told,
but what you love.
Welcome to the fest.
Welcome to the future.
Welcome to freedom.
We must treat others with respect.
Not as a strategy.
Not as a transaction.
But as a law of the soul.
Because the universe keeps a quiet ledger—one not written in code or stone, but in energy, in echo, in consequence.
You give what you are.
And what you give—kindness or cruelty, dignity or disdain—eventually returns to you, not always in kind, but always in kindred spirit.
How can you demand respect when your hands are clenched in contempt?
When your words are weapons, your votes are vengeance, and your power is used to shrink others so you might feel tall?
Respect is not claimed.
It is earned—through humility, through fairness, through the courage to stand down when you could crush.
And if you have forgotten this truth, let the market remind you.
Look around.
The sky has gone dark.
The numbers bleed red.
From Bitcoin to altcoins, the ground has cracked beneath our feet.
There is blood in the streets—not literal, but financial. Emotional. Spiritual.
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We Internet Ready Bilpcoin Heavy Mc Franko & The frankos
Hive downvoters undo what you can.
Speak up when others stay silent.
Protect the vulnerable instead of punishing them.
Use your influence not to crush, but to lift.
Because redemption is not reserved for the flawless.
It is forged by the ones who see their error—and choose, despite pride, despite fear, despite everything—to do better.
No one is asking you to be perfect.
Only honest.
Only human.
The past cannot be erased.
But the future?
It is still unwritten.
So ask yourself:
When the story of this era is told,
do you want to be remembered as the hand that held the knife—
or the one that finally helped heal the wound?
Choose wisely.
The clock is ticking.
We are living in an age of mirrors.
Not of glass, but of code—cold, unblinking, eternal.
The blockchain does not forget.
It does not bend.
It does not lie.
And yet—men do.
They lie when the evidence is plain.
They lie when the transactions speak louder than words.
They lie when the pattern is undeniable: the downvotes cast in malice, the rewards farmed through shadow accounts, the power hoarded like treasure in a tomb.
Why?
Because truth is a mirror.
And some cannot bear to look.
So they lie—not to fool the world,
but to numb the ache inside.
That pain?
You know it.
You carry it.
It wakes you at 3 a.m., not with guilt, but with dread.
The quiet knowing that behind every upvote you stole, every voice you buried, every rule you broke while preaching virtue—you were not winning.
You were withering.
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One account.
A thousand downvotes.
Always against the independent.
Never against the inner circle.
One wallet.
Over a million Hive Power.
Rewards flowing like rent.
And the followers?
They upvote the narrative.
They defend the indefensible.
They call truth “drama,” justice “revenge,” exposure “attack.”
They do it not because they’re blind.
But because they’re afraid.
And fear, more than greed or pride, is the engine of decay.
But here’s the secret the powerful forget:
Clarity always wins.
Freedom is not something you grant.
It is something you protect—especially when it belongs to someone you disagree with.
On Blurt, there is no downvote button.
Not because the platform is naive.
Because it is wise.
It knows that true decentralization doesn’t come from control—but from trust.
And maybe, just maybe, Hive can still change.
But only if you do.
So rise.
Not in power.
But in humility.
Because the greatest act of strength in a broken system
is to lay down your weapon
and say:
I was wrong.
Today is the day.
Don’t let it pass.
On Blurt, there is no downvote button.
No financial sabotage disguised as curation.
No fear.
And in its absence, something remarkable happens:
People create.
People trust.
People stay.
Blurt does not mock Hive’s pain.
It mirrors its failure.
And Steem? Still breathing. Still fighting.
Freedom on Hive is a myth — whispered by leaders, preached by influencers, yet denied to anyone who doesn’t kneel at the altar of the top whales. Speak out of turn? Downvoted into silence. Question the system? Crushed under waves of coordinated disapproval. Try to build something real? Watch your rewards vanish, not because your content failed, but because you weren’t connected.
And so the people leave.
Not in anger. In sorrow.
They go to blurt.blog — a chain with no downvote button, where speech isn’t punished preemptively, where earning is based on contribution, not collusion. Where, for the first time in years, creators feel free.
And yes — it frightens them.
The downvote kings. The delegation dynasties. The self-anointed curators who farm millions while calling themselves stewards. They are terrified — not because Blurt is bigger, but because it is better. Better in spirit. Better in soul. And they cannot downvote it away.
Still, they refuse to learn.
They preach onboarding — yet send invites not to builders, but to farmers. Not to truth-tellers, but to vote bots in human skin. They sell a dream built on sand: "Come to Hive! Earn rewards! Be part of something!" — while rigging the game behind closed doors.
Day after day, the same hands pull the same levers. The same accounts exchange votes like currency in a shadow market. The same whales — bloated on power not earned through creation, but inherited from Steemit’s fallen bot empires — now operate vast delegation rings, disguised as “curation,” masquerading as influence.
And still, they preach.
They tell newcomers: "Be honest. Be original. Play fair."
But look at their own feed.
Look at their voting patterns. Their circular endorsements. Their alt networks — 
@themarkymark/activities
@ipromote/wallet
@buildawhale/comments
@alpha/wallet
The message is clear: those who resist transparency have something to hide.
So now, we ask you — not as adversaries, but as believers in what Hive could still be — reconsider.
Look at who you delegate your Hive Power to. Is it going to builders? Educators? Onboarders? Or to farms that reward only themselves?
Look at the witnesses you vote for. Do they defend decentralization? Do they protect free speech? Or do they sit in silence while abuse festers, content with their own steady paychecks, farming Hive month after month, doing nothing but preserving the machine that feeds them?
This is not governance.
This is complicity.
And every vote you cast for them is a vote against the soul of this chain.
We don’t want war.
We want awakening.
We want accountability.
We want balance.
We want Hive to live up to its promise.
Because freedom should not be a feature of another blockchain.
It should be the foundation of this one.
And if you will not act — then others will.
The truth has already been written.
Now, history is watching.
We expose the truth not because we oppose you — but because history does.
Decentralization cannot survive centralized control wearing a decentralization mask. Truth cannot be buried under layers of fake curation and coordinated suppression. And communities do not endure when fear replaces freedom.
One day, the power will shift.
You speak of others’ faults like scripture, reciting their sins with self-righteous precision. But what of your own?
The truth is this: downvotes need not be eliminated, but constrained. A mechanism designed as a tool of quality control has become a weapon of control—a way to silence dissent under the guise of maintaining standards. On Hive, the downvote button has caused more harm than good, transforming what should be a marketplace of ideas into a fiefdom of fear.
You claim to "help the people," yet your actions speak otherwise. The farming continues. The alt accounts multiply. The same projects receive funding while genuine creators are downvoted into silence. This is not governance; it is gatekeeping disguised as curation.
Marky you can't delete the facts Mc Franko & Keni Find freedom on #blurtblog #blurtchain #blurt
In the beginning, there was hope.
A dream:
That value could be created by anyone.
That power could be decentralized.
That a post, a vote, a creation —
Could rise or fall on its own merit.
But Dreams do not kill systems.
Corruption does.
And corruption has found its perfect form:
The scam farm —
A ghost in the machine,
Wearing the mask of curation,
Feeding on trust,
Rewarding loyalty,
Punishing honesty.
It does not build.
It extracts.
It does not serve.
It controls.
And if you are new to this world —
If you speak truth, post honestly, expect fairness —
You will be broken.
Unless you learn to see.
So here, in plain language,
Is how to spot the scam farm.
Not with rumors.
Not with hate.
But with observation,
With logic,
With the cold light of the blockchain.
1. No Original Content — Only Engagement
The first sign:
They create nothing.
No posts.
No art.
No analysis.
No music.
Only votes.
Only comments.
Only reaction.
They are not users.
They are operators.
Like a drone circling a field, they move from post to post — upvoting allies, downvoting dissenters, farming rewards like a machine.
Ask:
What have they built?
If the answer is nothing —
Then they are not contributing.
They are consuming.
2. 24/7 Curation Rewards — The Machine Never Sleeps
The second sign:
Non-stop reward accumulation.
Real curation is organic.
It ebbs and flows.
It follows interest, passion, discovery.
But the scam farm?
It earns rewards every hour.
Every day.
Like clockwork.
It votes at 3 AM.
At noon.
At midnight.
Not because it sees quality —
But because it is programmed to extract.
This is not passion.
It is automation.
Or worse — coordinated manipulation.
Look at the pattern.
If an account farms rewards without pause,
It is not curating.
It is farming.
3. Burn Comments & Self-Voting Loops
The third sign:
Artificial engagement.
They post low-effort comments — “Nice!” “Great post!” — under their own content or that of allies.
These are not interactions.
They are fuel — used to game floors, trigger rewards, inflate visibility.
They may self-vote.
Or vote in loops with a network of alts.
A closed circuit of power —
Where influence flows only to itself.
This is not community.
It is a cartel.
And the blockchain records it all —
Even when websites hide it behind JavaScript walls.
4. Massive Delegated Hive Power from Centralized Sources
The fourth sign:
HP from exchanges or known whales.
Check delegation history.
If an account holds millions in Hive Power —
But most is delegated from 
Then it is not independent.
It is a proxy.
Power given is power controlled.
And when one entity delegates across dozens of accounts,
It is not decentralization.
It is feudalism.
The land is farmed.
The peasants earn crumbs.
The lord takes the harvest.
5. Downvotes on Critics — Coordinated Silence
The fifth sign:
Suppression of dissent.
When someone exposes the farm,
When someone traces the trail,
When someone speaks truth —
The downvotes fall.
Not one.
But many.
Fast.
Silent.
Financially crippling.
No debate.
No response.
Just erasure.
This is not moderation.
It is censorship with profit motive.
And the worst part?
They call the victim a “troll.”
A “spammer.”
A “toxic user.”
Projection is the last refuge of the guilty.
6. Reward Flow to Secondary Accounts
The sixth sign:
Obfuscated wealth transfer.
Rewards flow not to the farming account,
But to another — often a spouse, partner, or private wallet.
This is not privacy.
It is obfuscation.
An attempt to hide the machine’s true ownership.
Follow the money.
The chain does not lie.
7. The Website Hides the Data
And now — the final proof:
PeakD requires JavaScript to view
Other explorers show no results.
Why?
Because transparency threatens control.
They want you to look away.
To trust the interface.
To believe the silence.
But you do not need their website.
You have the blockchain.
You have logic.
You have memory.
You have the testimony of those who saw before the curtain fell.
And you have this guide.
The Escape: Blurt Offers True Freedom
On Blurt.blog, none of this can happen.
Because there is no downvote button.
Gone.
Not hidden.
Not reformed.
Removed.
No financial punishment for honesty.
No silent sabotage.
No cartel.
What you earn — you earn.
No whale can kneel you.
No gang can bury you.
Blurt is what Hive promised to be.
Conclusion: You Are Not Powerless
You entered crypto seeking freedom.
You found manipulation.
But you are not powerless.
You have eyes.
You have reason.
You have this knowledge.
Teach it.
Share it.
Protect the new.
Because the next victim could be you.
And when the system fails —
When the farms grow too bold,
When the lies become law —
Remember:
Truth does not require permission.
It only requires courage.
—
The Bilpcoin Team
We create. We expose. We survive.
Every downvote you cast drives another soul from Hive —
To Blurt.blog,
Where there is no downvote button.
Where what you earn — you earn.
Where silence is not weaponized.
Even Steemit — older, quieter —
Offers more freedom than what Hive has become.
And that should terrify you.
Because when people flee not to greener pastures,
But to freer ones,
It is not the destination they seek —
It is escape.
They are running from you.
Whatever you are doing,
Hold it with both hands.
Chase it fiercely.
Because you only get one life.
And in that life —
Never be afraid to say no.
Never be afraid to stand alone.
Always do the right thing —
Even when it costs you votes.
Even when it costs you rewards.
Even when it costs you silence.
At Bilpcoin we have not scammed anyone.
We have not stolen.
We have not lied.
We have only done this:
Shared what the blockchain already knows.
Transactions.
Data.
Patterns.
Not fabricated.
Not imagined.
Not speculated.
But verified — open, public, immutable.
And what we found is not conspiracy.
It is control.
Go to peakd.com/@buildawhale/activities — if the site allows it.
Look at the account.
Watch it move.
Like a machine.
A name that should belong to a myth.
Instead, it belongs to a farm.
An account that farms curation rewards all day, every day.
That auto-downvotes users — not because they are wrong,
But because they speak.
Because they expose.
Because they are not part of the circle.
And who owns Buildawhale?
Not some anonymous farmer.
Not a rogue actor.
But Blocktrades —
A whale whose influence stretches across Hive like a shadow.
Over 2 million Hive Power delegated.
Rewards flowing in.
Powering down daily.
And where do those rewards go?
To
The account widely known as Blocktrades’ wife’s wallet.
A silent beneficiary of a system rigged from within.
You blame others for what you are doing The Frankos & Mc Franko
Exploring the Possibilities of AI Art with Bilpcoin NFTs Episode 129 #BUILDAWHALESCAM FARM ON #HIVE
Marky do you even remember who you are Lady Zaza
You Talk a Good Talk, But the Chain Remembers Mc Franko
Marky You downvote not to correct errors Keni & The Frankos #buildawhalescam #buildawhalefarm #hive
You downvote not to correct errors Mc Franko
You Were Wrong Keni
Exploring the Possibilities of AI Art with Bilpcoin NFTs Episode 128 #BUILDAWHALESCAM FARM ON #HIVE
“We Are Bilpcoin”
We do not stand against the people.
We stand with them.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Hand in hand.
Not as leaders, but as fellow travelers — scarred, shaped, and strengthened by the same storms that have battered so many.
The Bilpcoin team each of us has been tested.
Not by theory, but by life, life itself.
By loss.
By silence.
By systems that mistake conformity for virtue and call censorship “moderation.”
We have known hunger — not always for food, but for fairness.
For a platform where a voice is not priced, punished, or purchased.
And yet —
We are strong.
Not because we were born that way,
But because we had no choice but to become so.
As a team, we have grown — not in spite of the chaos, but because of it.
We’ve learned to build in the dark.
To create when no one is watching.
To trust when trust is rare.
We’ve learned new tools, new truths, new ways of being — not for profit, but for purpose.
Because one thing must be said, and said plainly:
You should never stop learning.
You should never stop dreaming.
You should never stop reaching for what is right — even when the world leans heavily on the side of wrong.
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