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Craig Wright Convicted For Repeatedly Lying About Inventing Bitcoin

(Thursday December 19, 2024 @05:50PM (BeauHD) from the search-continues dept.)


Craig Wright, an Australian computer scientist living in the UK, has been found guilty of contempt of court for [1]persistently and falsely claiming to be Bitcoin's creator , Satoshi Nakamoto, despite a High Court [2]ruling against his claim . He has been sentenced to 12 months in prison, suspended for two years, and faces jail if he continues his assertions. The BBC reports:

> [...] Wright, who appeared via videolink, refused to disclose where he was, saying only he was in Asia. It means an international arrest warrant would have to be issued if the UK authorities wanted to detain him.

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> Wright's actions were described in court as "legal terrorism" that "put people through personal hell" in his campaign to be recognised as Bitcoin's inventor. The judge, Mr Justice Mellor, said Wright arguments were "legal nonsense" but acknowledged that he was not in the UK and "appears to be well aware of countries with which the UK does not have extradition arrangements".



[1] https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c74x0j47gz8o

[2] https://slashdot.org/story/24/03/14/1428252/craig-wright-is-not-bitcoin-creator-satoshi-nakamoto-judge-declares



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