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Some only see the truth when they feel the weight of their own sins.
So to those still caught in the game:
Lay down the knife.
Step into the light.
Start helping.
Start healing.
Wash your hands clean—not with excuses, but with action.
And to all the good people out there—the ones who create without greed, who speak without fear, who give even when no one sees:
Keep going.
Do not grow weary.
The world may not reward you now.
But the universe keeps a different ledger.
And in the end—when all is said and done—
your goodness will not have been in vain.
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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.
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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.
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You Were Wrong Keni
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“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.
When we began — back in the early days of Steemit — the idea seemed impossible:
You can earn from your words? From your art? From simply speaking your truth?
To many, it felt like magic.
To us, it felt like justice.
And know this: Bilpcoin was not born in boardrooms or venture capital pitches.
It was born in a single mind — one person’s quiet vision, carried like a torch through the fog.
Circumstances, harsh and unyielding, led that founder to let go of much of what they built.
We do not speak of those details.
Some wounds are not ours to expose.
But this we say:
From that fire, Bilpcoin did not die.
It evolved.
Bilpcoin is not a corporation.
It is a social experiment — one that asks a simple question:
What happens when we reward people not for gaming the system, but for sharing their truth?
Our mission is clear:
To reward creators, not manipulators.
To burn BPC tokens, not hoard them.
To return value to the network — not extract it.
We believe in Blurt — not because it is perfect,
But because it dares to be free.
To remove the downvote button is not a small thing.
It is a revolution.
A refusal to allow power to be weaponized by the few against the many.
No more silent sabotage.
No more financial punishment for honesty.
On Blurt, your voice does not lose value because someone feels threatened by it.
And let us be clear:
We have only ever shared what the blockchain already knew.
The transactions.
The patterns.
The truth.
We did not fabricate.
We did not exaggerate.
We revealed — and that, more than anything, is why we were targeted.
Downvotes are not about quality.
They are about control.
Whales farming rewards on Hive are not “supporting the ecosystem.”
They are gaming it — and everyone sees it.
Even those who won’t say it.
How can the world take Hive seriously when its pulse is set not by passion, but by power?
When the loudest voices are not the most honest, but the most rewarded?
But here — in this moment — we dream.
Not foolishly.
But fiercely.
Imagine it:
Steem. Hive. Blurt.
Not as rivals.
Not as fragments.
But as allies.
A united front of decentralized expression.
One network, many voices.
One mission: freedom to create, freedom to speak, freedom to be.
Yes — it would require change.
Yes — some would have to go.
Those who profit from silence.
Those who fear transparency.
Those who confuse their privilege with merit.
But if we stood together — truly together —
We would not be a footnote.
We would be a force.
For now, it is a dream.
But dreams are the first code of revolution.
And who knows what the future holds?
We do not claim to have all the answers.
We only know this:
We will keep building.
Keep sharing.
Keep burning tokens, not bridges.
Keep standing with the people — not above them, not against them, but beside them.
Because in the end, it was never about coins.
It was about courage freedom truth.
And courage, like truth, cannot be downvoted.
The Bilpcoin Team.
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