I'm not sure I understand; first, he says people should not be ruled by money, but then he asks for more regulation and less free-market, and even recommends socialism, which is like saying, "People shouldn't be ruled by X, they should be ruled by Y."

Is he sure he thought this through?  Or is this deliberate?  Sounds like all he wants is a shift in power, which won't make us any better off.

I just want a printer that can print more printers.

It's like having unlimited wishes, except you have to pay for the materials involved

It's okay, I forgive you

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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.

Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!

Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.

Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.

Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.

Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection, Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched electrically his "contacts", pondering why her earlobes looked so tasty dipped in mustard sauce from Meze's toilet. Meanwhile, under

Aw, I could write a space-book about it, but I'm afraid I'd have to charge for further information about my Bitcoin secrets.  Canadian dollars only, please; I don't know much about this Bitcoin stuff, but I hear it's a ponzi bubble.

Good.  Now that we've cleared that up:

I am not Japanese.  Rather, I come from the planet Kru-Ton 8.  The first man I met was named Satoshi, and so I stole his identity; it was the easiest way to get along with you Earthlings, as my real form is that of a busty space princess.  Thus, I traveled to Canada, and developed Bitcoin there.  Why Canada?  Because you don't question the great Satoshi Nakamoto, that's why.

Anyway, I didn't create a Japanese forum because I don't understand Japanese.  I also don't understand English, but you can call BS anytime and catch my point

At some point in time, Azure, you will need to dispute my claim:  I am Satoshi Nakamoto.

At some point, you'll have to tell me I'm wrong, or you must assume everything I say is factual about myself.  You have to assume I'm lying, even if you can't prove it.  And if you call me a liar, you have to acknowledge that the man behind the name Satoshi Nakamoto could've been lying, and that there is no absolute truth that he is required to be honest about his own identity.

So which is it?  Do you believe I am Satoshi Nakamoto, as I, Satoshi Nakamoto, say I am, and what is your reasoning to explain why I am or am not?

Ha ha ha!  I love jokes!  Tell another one

Out of pure curiosity; what's your take on God, Azure?

I want to understand why Dwolla is no longer allowed to do business with Mt Gox.  That letter said literally nothing, except "Sorry you lose" over and over again.

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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.

Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!

Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.

Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.

Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.

Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection, Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched electrically his "contacts", pondering why her earlobes looked so tasty dipped in mustard sauce from

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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.

Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!

Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.

Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.

Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.

Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection, Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched electrically his "contacts", pondering why her earlobes looked so tasty dipped in mustard

Actually, I'm Satoshi, and I should know pretty well whether or not I'm lying.  Also, I'm not Japanese.

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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.

Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!

Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.

Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.

Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.

Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection, Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched electrically his "contacts", pondering why her earlobes looked so tasty dipped

I once traded words with Rassah.  Ended up realizing that Rassah's not a she!  Don't know why I thought that.

You seem to be unaware of two vital concepts in human beings: lying, and detection of lies, otherwise known as "doubt".  I "doubt" Satoshi is Japanese.  I "doubt" he is Japanese so much, that it is beyond reason.  Though I can never prove he is not Japanese, I have enough "doubt" to know that he isn't being honest with his identity.  Anyone should be able to clearly see that I am not President Obama; it's okay to have doubt.  You can doubt my identity.  Simply because you cannot prove it to the absolute, 100% tee, doesn't mean it cannot be true.

If it's absolutes you're needing, then I don't know what to tell you; unless you're willing to find Satoshi, get him to take a picture, along with his Japanese birth certificate, his SSN, and total proof that he is the creator of Bitcoin, so we can see, clearly, he is, in fact, a Japanese man from Japan, I cannot say he is Japanese, or that his name is really his.  Hear-say is not good enough, due to the problem I described before: the concept of lying, being, people deliberately or inadvertently hiding the truth.  Until this evidence is provided, I will proceed to doubt Satoshi's name is actually Satoshi, and I will doubt his nationality as being Japanese.  You're right in saying, there's no good proof that he isn't Japanese, but you're also under the assumption that he is.  Right now, nobody knows to the absolute truth, including you.

Fine.

And by the way, I'm actually president Obama.

If he wanted to remain anonymous, why would you assume he was Japanese?  Here's the problem; you seem to still assume, or are playing off the OP's assumption, that Satoshi is actually Japanese, in some form or another.  If I wanted to remain completely anonymous, I'd invent a false identity, right?  And I'd probably pick something nobody would suspect, but could easily adopt; the Japanese are stereotyped to be highly logical and literal people, with super-powered brains who could invent something like Bitcoin.  That's the kind of image I'd want people to believe; not some white guy living somewhere much further west, despite Satoshi's personality and other habits pointing in this direction.  If this evidence doesn't count, then your evidence, that Satoshi was being honest about his name and character, requires a lot of naivety to count as "existent".  It's not that Satoshi would only offer the Playstation to the Japanese (which doesn't make sense to begin with, as the Playstation is already offered in multiple languages, and nowhere have we come to the conclusion that Satoshi would've only released his product in Japanese,) it's that he isn't Japanese and wouldn't have offered it to begin with, due to a language barrier, and more importantly, because he doesn't care about the Japanese.

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Once upon a time, there was a Jesus. She walked out unadorned. Then, as bagpipes blared and didgeridoos fell, the star exploded.

Enter the vassals, creating comically obscene gestures with cryptocurrencies. Jesus cried!

Andy B. Casagrande immortalized the scene with photography. Space robots had been shoving corn vicariously into other crevices, hoping that Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis... perhaps silicosis, or QueerOsis, or trees could accomplish impossible synchronizations.

Fifteen wishes weren't exceptionally productive. She touched herself vigorously with tremendous pillows; creaming out butter flavored LiteCoins. Ironically, Bitcoins never lowered the dust limit so that Luke-Jr would be anally probed by martians invading us to steal our fish for little did we know, Fish is the solution to all our global problems! Seamen relentlessly fapped out the next generation of ASICS which actually works without any electricity at all. Powered by shipwrecks, signals meant that mermaids knew cryptographic encryption algorithms' weaknesses in theory but, in reality, Rpietila gave all.

Thursday passed without BFL taking the biggest shit, which when combined with their largest fanboy, Atlas, every miner stabbed Satoshi irregardless. Meanwhile, trolls eating crow poop, crow testicles, and God's vagina laughed.

Artichokes roasted sweetly over flaming gays, joyfully prepared numerously spiced blockchains sacrificing virgins disregarding matter. Therefore Jesus announced peasantry raping holidays. Upon reflection Jesus quixotically decided retroactively somewhere in Reptilia's bosom to fuck an ant hill and myrkul touched himself feverishly ravishing all pillows! Lophie touched

On the contrary, if the creator was Japanese, living in Japan, the first people who would take notice are the Japanese, as he would likely be speaking with other Japanese associates who were interested in his idea; I don't know how many non-Japanese speakers live outside of Japan, but I wager it isn't much.  Considering that Satoshi was extremely well-versed in the English language, spent most of his time awake during Western hours, and never spoke Japanese while he was here, or anywhere where his name followed, I argue that the name is false and he isn't from Japan, or wasn't there while developing Bitcoin, which in either case, I don't consider him Japanese, which is why your parody, "If the Sony Playstation is designed in Japan, why isn't it only in Japanese?", doesn't really work out to begin with.  Satoshi wasn't in Japan, and probably wasn't Japanese, which, as the OP asked, is why there isn't a major Japanese forum, and why Satoshi doesn't speak Japanese.