One of my childhood friends uses a wheelchair to get around. His wheelchair has been with him his entire life, and he is one of the kindest souls I know. We worked together for a while.
He used to laugh because whenever he expressed an opinion, people would instinctively agree with him. Once, he told me: “People often feel sorry for me, or assume that because I use a wheelchair, I must be a good person.”

Then he added: “One of the cruelest people I have ever met also uses a wheelchair.”

I recently remembered that sentence, which he told me more than 15 years ago, and drew a parallel with Bitcoin.
Owning Bitcoin does not make someone a Bitcoiner, not with everything that word means to us.
I have witnessed the greed and sheer human stupidity of many self-proclaimed Bitcoiners who, in reality, have less humanity than my dog. But because they own Bitcoin and make a living by parasitizing the people around it, they get to wear the costume.

My honest advice: not everyone who shows up wearing an orange hoodie and a smile faker than a three-dollar bill is a Bitcoiner.

We are not all Satoshi.
Some are just megalomaniac posers.