You Don't Know Me.

The Arrogance of Assumption: When Trolls Think They Know You Better Than You Know Yourself.
There’s a strange sickness infecting parts of YouTube — a cult-like delusion where complete strangers believe they know you better than you know yourself. And worse still, they believe they can convince others that their delusions are real.
They don’t just speculate. They declare. They obsessively watch your videos, clip your content, twist your words, and build entire narratives from dust. And then they try to sell that narrative to the world:
“He's a wrong’un.”
“He's a paedophile.”
“He's dangerous.”
Let’s call this what it really is: Defamation-as-entertainment. Propaganda for clicks.
But here’s the truth they can’t spin: It doesn't work.
It doesn’t work when the target of their smear campaign has never had a sexual thought towards a child in their life.
It doesn’t work when the person they call a monster wakes up every day, provides for his family, and walks through life with love in his heart and peace in his mind.
No matter how many times you’re called something… It doesn’t make it true.
These trolls act like courtroom judges, issuing sentences with no evidence, no trial, and no accountability. But they forget: you can’t gaslight someone out of their own identity. You can’t convince a good man that he’s evil — especially when his own conscience is clear.
“I know who I am. And no anonymous panel of broken souls is going to rewrite that.”
This is the delusion of the troll: That with enough repetition, lies become truth. That online mobs can replace due process. That you can destroy a man’s life from the safety of your keyboard, and somehow call that “justice.”
Let me make it clear to anyone watching:
If you call a man a paedophile without a shred of evidence, you’re not exposing a predator — you’re becoming one. You’re not a whistleblower — you’re a slanderer. You’re not brave — you’re a coward hiding behind groupthink.
And the most tragic part? The people who spew these lies often do so for sport. For clout. For attention. And when their target refuses to break, they spin harder — because to admit they were wrong would mean confronting their own emptiness.
Let them rage. Let them rant. Because the man they’re trying to destroy is still standing. Still laughing. Still living. Still loving.
You don’t get to tell a man who he is. Especially not when he already knows.