Some will tell you the split is over. It isn’t. It’s barely begun.

Saturday, block 961,632, and the BIP-110 folks broke away and mined two blocks in eight hours. Two. Then nothing.

Here’s what the corporate press won’t tell you, because their payroll runs through the same trough. They’ll have you believe the miners won — 99.85% of the hashpower “stayed behind,” the talking heads coo, so the network “rejected” change. Give me a break. The miners didn’t reject a thing; they stood there like hired muscle collecting a check. The miners have never once decided what Bitcoin is. The node runners decide. The people who run the software, hold the keys, cash the trades — the economy itself — they decide. And on Saturday they yawned.

That’s the whole religion of it, and everyone keeps forgetting because fearing a cartel is easier than trusting a stubborn mob of individuals running their own nodes. We learned this in 2017, when the money crowd tried to jam SegWit2x down our throats and it died overnight because the users said no. The mechanism is the point. Miners rent out hashes. Nodes own the ledger. One is a servant, one is the sovereign. The BIP-110 boys are already muttering about switching proof-of-work to get around the miners.

Read the losers, they say the truest things. “The war to restore Bitcoin as sovereign money has officially begun” — that’s the cry of the man who just lost, and he’s closer to the truth than the winners. And the winners: Adam Back declaring the dispute settled, telling the misled to come back to work. The silence of the majority always gets dressed up as maturity when it happens to be on their side.

Two blocks, then silence. The split was never the story. The story is who owns the chain — and it isn’t the miners, and it never was. Own your node, keep your keys, and don’t let the money-changers in the temple tell you otherwise. The boss just proved who he is by doing nothing at all.