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Putting it into Perspective
Our so-called “crazy corner” of YouTube is, in truth, a very small pond. Not a lake, not an ocean—just a tiny, weeny pond. A puddle, really. And in this puddle, only a few ever dip their toes. By “a few,” we’re not talking about millions, or even tens of thousands. It’s a handful of hundreds at best, maybe a thousand on a good day.
Yet despite its size, this little pond is tightly controlled. A small cluster of self-appointed gatekeepers dictates what can be said, what cannot be said, and what must be believed. These figures—AJ Lashbrook, Linden Warden (aka Danny Jones), Plisko, Daz, Babs, and their orbiting crew—set the boundaries. They frame the narrative. They decide which voices are amplified and which are drowned out.
The irony? In such a tiny space, their influence feels outsized. A pond this small should be a place where anyone can splash freely, but instead it’s patrolled like a private estate. Step outside the accepted script and you’ll quickly learn the cost of independence.
Because God help you if you hold a belief the “chosen few” disapprove of. Whether it’s questioning 9/11, doubting the jab, challenging climate change narratives, or raising darker, more controversial topics like satanic ritual abuse—your freedom to think aloud is conditional. Conditional upon approval from the self-appointed high priests of this pond.
And when you cross them, the pond transforms. What seemed like calm water suddenly churns with predators. The friendly ripples vanish, replaced with a feeding frenzy. The pond becomes infested with piranhas, each one snapping at your heels, tearing into your reputation, and biting chunks out of your sanity. They circle, relentless, until you either submit or sink.
Putting it into perspective: a few individuals are dictating the beliefs of hundreds more. They maintain this control not through reasoned debate or evidence, but through fear—fear of being stalked, harassed, and slandered into silence.
And AJ Lashbrook sits at the centre of it all, leading the charge. If you refuse to echo his beliefs, his methods are ruthless. He will mercilessly stalk you across platforms, hound you in comments, drag your name through mud, and spin his slander like a spider’s web. His aim isn’t to persuade—it’s to break you down until you fall into step and tow the party line.
So, putting it into perspective: our pond is small, the players are few, but the control they exert is immense. And the question we should all be asking is simple—why are so many paddlers in this pond willing to let a handful of piranhas dictate the entire ecosystem?