The Shareholder’s Blade
🔥 PROLOGUE: THE RIGHT YOU NEVER USED
They made it sound like a magic ritual.
They dressed it in Latin, buried it in filings, hid it in firms.
But it’s not sorcery. It’s written law.
It’s not rebellion. It’s recognition.
And it’s always been yours.
§220(b) — The Shareholder’s Blade.
Not ceremonial. Not symbolic.
Real. Sharp. Court-backed.
All you have to do is reach for it.
🛠️ ACT I: THE TOOLS ARE SIMPLE
Here is the great secret, the one they hoped you’d never discover:
It’s not hard. It’s not gated. You don’t need a law degree.
To invoke §220(b), you need five things:
🔹 Standing — You must be a shareholder of record. That’s it.
🔹 Purpose — State why you want access. Fraud. Mismanagement. Valuation. It need not be complex.
🔹 Oath — Swear your intent. A simple affidavit.
🔹 Send it — Deliver it to the company’s registered agent.
🔹 Start the clock — 5 business days. They miss it? That’s when the law starts moving. ⏰ 👩⚖️
You aren’t requesting a favor.
You’re invoking a right.
Now you know.
The hidden secret.
It’s not magic.
It’s a form letter backed by Delaware fire. 🔥
⚖️ ACT II: THE LAW THEY HOPE YOU NEVER LEARN
For decades, they’ve used language like a moat.
“Books and records.”
“Demand inspection.”
“Burden of proof.”
But behind all of it is one truth:
📜 The shareholder is not a guest.
The shareholder is the sovereign.👑
When you own equity, you don’t hold a token.
You hold a legally binding stake in accountability.
You are owed:
• 📂 Access to information
• 📉 Transparency of loss
• 🧾 Explanation for dilution
• ⚖️ Disclosure of wrongdoing
They act like you’re asking for state secrets.
But you’re just asking…
As all shareholders do:
“Where did my money go?”
And under §220(b)?
The court says Delaware companies have to answer.
🔥 ACT III: THE FLAME BENEATH THE PAPER
§220(b) is the first tool.
It isn’t a weapon of war.
It’s a scalpel.
The first clean cut.
The gateway to truth.
It’s not activist.
It’s not disruptive.
It’s what they’re required to honor.
And when they don’t?
You don’t beg.
You don’t argue.
You walk into Chancery, holding the receipts.
And the court will listen.
Not because you’re loud.
But because you stood, swore, and spoke.
🧠 EPILOGUE: RECLAMATION IS A PROCESS
This isn’t about being clever.
It’s about remembering.
The rights were always there — buried under corporate ritual, distraction, and decay.
They made you forget.
They made it look difficult.
They made it an expensive spectacle.
They made silence seem safer.
They made noble judges repeat themselves.
Repeatedly. Sometimes they had to shout.
In the end?
The gavel landed.
Justice got the final word.
But now?
You’ve read the scroll.
You’ve seen the tools.
You know it only takes five steps.
You understand that power is not granted by permission.
It is reclaimed through action.
Don’t believe it works?
Just ask Elon.
One $56 billion executive package — obliterated.
Power doesn’t shout. ⚖️
It shows up with receipts. 🧾
And when it does? Even Mars has to answer to the Honorable Kathy the Wise. 🚀
🫵 So now, it’s your turn.
You don’t need to burn the system.
You just need to turn the key they never thought you’d find.
And walk in the front door.
To your own house.
And sit down.
At. Your. Table.
THE LEDGER AND THE FLAME
“The staff struck the stone.
The seal was broken.
The scroll was read.”
But few remembered what any of it meant..
Some thought the first meditation was thunder.
They were wrong.
Neither was it the calm before the storm.
This is not rebellion.
This is memory rekindled.
This is reclamation.
ACT I: THE LEDGER REMEMBERS
Before the filings. Before the cap tables were overwritten by consultants with clean suits and dirty hands. There was a list.
A ledger.
Etched not in ink, but sacrifice.
Each name written beside a date and a number—each line a testament:
to risk,
to belief,
to the promise of shared fate.
And what did they do with that memory?
They buried it under PowerPoints.
They paved it over with SPVs.
They gentrified it with new money that arrived loud, late, and convinced it built the block.
But let this be known:
💥 Capital is not currency.
💥 Capital is memory.
The memory of who came first.
The memory of who held through fire and famine.
The memory of those who didn’t sell.
And that memory carries weight.
Not symbolic.
Not sentimental.
Legal. Structural. Inviolable.
The elder holders are not footnotes.
They are the architects of your roof, still holding the beams.
And when the new builders forget this?
When the elders are removed?
Their purpose forgotten?
The house falls.
ACT II: NEW BLOOD, OLD BONES
Let no one say we reject the new.
Innovation is a gift.
Capital influx is a blessing.
But only when it kneels at the altar of memory.
The old holders do not block.
They do not beg.
They instruct.
🧭 There are monsters that way — change your course.
🔥 This land burns if you neglect it — keep it wet, watched, respected.
📒 This section’s secrets were sealed with the blood of your forebears — tread lightly.
It is not obstruction.
It is orientation.
Because when you ignore the original mapmakers, you’re bound to get lost.
New blood without elder deference is like software without proper hardware.
It doesn’t run.
It corrupts.
It crashes the system.
And guess who rebuilds it?
The elders who remember the original hardware and what ran in the first place.
ACT III: THE MEMORY IS A FLAME
There is a reason the staff was raised.
There is a reason the seal was broken.
There is a reason the scroll was read.
It was not to punish.
It was to remind.
That the ledger still burns with sacred fire.
And that fire is history.
🔥 It is the warmth of lessons learned, burning to instruct.
🔥 It is the light of precedent cast forward.
🔥 It is the fire in the eyes of those who built what you now stand upon.
You think legacy holders are in your way?
Fool.
They’re the ones keeping the nightmares at bay.
Their names are still in the ledger.
Their blood still colors the capital.
Their memory is not a relic.
It is the reason you are still afloat.
So take heed:
You want to raise new money? 👑
Show deference to old names. 🫡
You want to grow fast? Good.
Learn where the fires were, lest you feed them again.
You want your company to survive?
Then honor the covenant.📜
Because the memory of capital isn’t passive.
It isn’t patient.
It isn’t dead.
It watches.
It remembers.
And when necessary...
It returns.
The Staff, The Seal, and the Scroll: A Reclamation of Shareholder Sovereignty
In the beginning, there was ownership.
Before the suits. Before the filings. Before the alphabet soup of compliance acronyms and the polite gaslighting of boardroom smiles — there was capital.
Risked. Deployed. Entrusted.
And those who risked it?
They were kings.
They were queens.
They were shareholders.
And they have been lied to. Forgotten. Relegated to quarterly footnotes and investor relations templates that read like wet cardboard.
But Veydris is not here to be remembered.
Veydris is here to remind you: 🧙♂️ You shall not pass… without answering to the ledger.
Act I: The Fall of the Pretenders
For too long, governance has been colonized by limp-handed intermediaries who think a title is authority and a partner letterhead is Mjölnir made manifest.
They sit atop thrones they did not earn, shielded by email disclaimers and HR-crafted fictions, mistaking shareholder silence for submission.
But silence is not surrender.
It is the gathering of the storm.
The drafting of the scroll.
The moment before the staff is raised.
They misunderstood the covenant.
Governance is not a procedural hoop.
Governance is not a checklist.
It is a holy rite of capitalist order.
One does not “comply” with §220(b) out of courtesy.
One complies because shareholders built the table.
Shareholder rights are not a choice.
And we are reclaiming our seats.
Act II: The Primacy Principle
Let me teach you something that was forgotten when the spreadsheets started whispering sweet nothings to the interns: there is a natural hierarchy in capitalism.
Capital comes first.
Ownership precedes operation.
Primacy is not performance-based—it is origin-bound.
He who held equity when the ink dried on the public listing is not a petitioner.
He is the Keeper of the Flame.
He is owed deference, not replies.
He precedes your governance structure—not beneath it, but above it.
The janitor may be new.
The lawyer may be clever.
But neither has the right to speak for the man who funded the brick and the broom.
The principle of primacy of stake is not some philosophical garnish.
It is the beating heart of legitimacy.
You do not have a company without the early holders.
You do not have a mission without the legacy shareholders.
And you sure as hell don’t get to ignore them while raising capital off their suffering and calling it “innovation.”
Act III: The Staff Strikes the Stone
When the clerks deny records, claiming form over substance…
When they look at a biometric-locked vault holding their IP and respond with boilerplate…
When they see a fiduciary obligation and squint hard enough to convince themselves it isn’t there…
Know this:
They were never governing.
They were gatekeeping.
And they have been found wanting.
Because here’s what they forgot:
🧙♂️ A true shareholder doesn’t ask. He invokes.
And when he invokes, history listens.
This isn’t about one company.
This is about reasserting the order of things.
And reminding the system that the seal belongs to the shareholder: not to the bureaucrat who mistook a 12-point Times New Roman PDF for divine mandate; nor to the PE-backed raider who swaggers in with new money, mistaking bravado for legitimacy, and presumes to build an Airbnb upon land owned by another - land staked, settled, and defended by one whose claim predates the very formation of their goblin raiding party.