So, a while back, someone posted something really mean about how they never respect waiters. They of course deleted their comment, but, I thought you might have a little laugh at my reply. For some reason, Bitcoin-obsessive that I am, I immediately thought crypto, and...
/u/adonis8 said:
I mean, of course I should value the opinion of someone whose greatest value is carrying plates of food 40 feet from a kitchen to a table, but for some reason, I don't. I swear to God, German Shepherds at the airport have more challenging jobs, and I'd value their opinion more. I know, they'd always pick steak, but I'm OK with that, rather than the choice of a grown man whose vocation consists of groveling, writing down a few words, carrying 4 pounds 40 feet, and then coming back to say, "Is everything OK?" Yes, my tips reflect my contempt for waiters.
Oh, wow. I waited tables, once. It was a hard job. But. Here. I know you're expecting another "fuck you" back, blah blah blah blah. But let's take this in a different direction.
You know what's awesome? I'm excitedly watching the identity and reputation technologies emerging in the crytpo-currency space. Soon, it'll be normal to share your top-level social reputation with total strangers, and it'll be normal for people to set a minimum reputational level that everyone they interact with must meet.
Right now, YOU can walk into a restaurant, sit down, and anyone that's never waited on you has to learn what a cocksucker you are for themselves. And as long as there's "new" waiters around that can't see you coming, you can fuck them and get away with it. But, that means that your very existence is a TAX on society. And these cryptos are about to close that door on you. Ten years from now, this tech will hang your character around your own neck for all to see. There won't be any "new" people for you to shit on. They'll be able to see you coming through their HoloLenses and VR Gears and choose whether to work with you (or not) long before YOU can decide that their "grovelling" was worth nothing. The tables, as it were, are about to turn on you.
Let me give you a sense of how dead fucking serious I am about this. Over the past year, I have invested over $76k in these cryptos PRECISELY so that that you and everyone like you can finally die cold, alone and hungry, just like you deserve. Feel that? That's my hand on that knife, my friend. And every tick higher that Bitcoin, or AMP, or STEEM, or MAID, or Monero goes transfers more and more power from wastes like you to the waiters and teachers and artists and everyone else getting fucked just because people like you can get away with it. And someday, very soon, I'm going to be able to tweak my VR visor or scan the RFID inside your credit card and turn you right the fuck back around out the same door you came in through, and you'll no longer be able to be a dick to anyone that can't see it coming.
My name is Satoshi Nakamoto, and, you killed my father. Prepare to die.