which is probably something like what the strong consensusites picture when they think of the dreaded Free Shit Army.
Ha ha, love the mental image...
Imagine, if you will, an epic battle between good and evil. An team of incorruptible and wise wizards sworn to protect their precious coins, against an ignorant mob bent on destruction known as the Free Shit Army.
As dawn rises on another day, the irrational hordes of the Free Shit Army continue to amass around the walls of Fort Consensus. High in his ivory tower, Lord Maxwell surveys the scene. “You fools”, he thinks to himself “cannot you see that I am wiser and cleverer than all of you! Why will you not let me rule in peace? I am the wisest of wizards!”
He summons his council. Around the table sit Dr. Backtrack, Todd the Trickster, and Matt the Blue Haired Elf.
“Why do the hordes continue to attack? Cannot they see then by attacking with their pitchforks, they threaten the strong walls of Fort Consensus? Dr. Backtrack, give me a status update”
“My Lord, we have tried to dazzle and befuddle them with tricks of words, we have offered them fancy gimmicks of cryptographic toys, we have blocked the stream to cut off their vital transaction flow, but still they do not relent! They still demand more transactions! Perhaps it is time for compromise”
“Yes!” Chimed in Matt the Blue Haired Elf “I have traveled to distant lands to seek compromise with the miners, if we can only get them to underst-”
“Silence!” bellowed Lord Maxwell. “You are a bunch of well meaning dipshits!” And with that he stormed out of the room.
Back in his tower, Lord Maxwell gazed with dismay at the Free Shit Army. Those silly forks they all carry, what kind of weapon is that? How can they think they can break the strong walls of Fort consensus armed with nothing but forks?