Small blockists are killing Bitcoin.
https://bitcoinfees.21.co/Which fee should I use?
The fastest and cheapest transaction fee is currently 40 satoshis/byte, shown in green at the top.
For the median transaction size of 226 bytes, this results in a fee of 9,040 satoshis (0.03$).It's short-sighted.
What is important is not today but
the future.
VC and price speculator think ahead and they don't like what they see.
Currently block space is perfectly inelastic, that's scary. In due time, this will cause a dramatic rise in fees and delays, and a decrease in demand. That's how the market deal with shortage: prices, delays and lowering of the demand.
Already see a shop in a communist country? Well the same will happen in Bitcoin.
The future is bleak. Everyone with an economic focused brain understand that. Meanwhile small blockists congratulated themselves because fees are low
today.
What's important is to keep it as decentralized as possible without F'ing up. The true use case is still pretty low and adoption has slowed a bit. Segwit and 2mb fork are in the works, even if we have an explosive natural growth next few months worst case i'm willing to pay $0.06 for a transaction instead of $0.03 when the blocks get crowded
On what data relies your assumption that an increase in blocksize will decrease decentralization?
Why decentralization is more important than network survival?
Why do you think you will be able to defeat an economic shortage by paying more?
So much question that you won't be able too answer.
How about first you prove me that pushing that lever will NOT fuck things up? You know stuff that engineers do, and not, well, we can't conclusively prove to a 100% that it will blow up so fuck it lets try it and see what happens.
Silly whabit because if there's one thing everyone (except for you?) can agree on is that there is no survival without decentralization. This would be a horrifically ineffective paypal#2
Think i was able TO answer no?
To have decentralization you need to add enough value to the network to keep competitive forces alive. Right now BTC is one of the most centralized cryptos out there. The decision to go for Core instead of Classic was made in a small conference room in HK by a handful of people who clearly don't give a flying fudge about decentralization. Stagnation leads to centralization.
Yes. Let's just argue that Black is white.
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