Why They Hate Me.

I understand why people hate me. It’s not a mystery. I’m a thorn in their side because I don’t play the victim and I don’t roll over.
They come for me because they think I’m an easy target — low-hanging fruit. A soft touch. But what they fail to realise is: I bite back. And when I do, it stings. Because unlike them, I’ve got tools they don’t:
Writing skills.
Video-making skills.
Intelligence.
AI at my fingertips.
They rely on slander, lies and tired old tactics. I don’t have to. I simply tell the truth — and that’s what burns them the most.
They have to fabricate. They have to spin. They have to libel. Because if they told the truth? They’d have nothing.
And when I mirror their own behaviour back at them — when I show them exactly how they sound, act, and treat others — they can’t take it. Suddenly I’m the villain for giving them a taste of their own medicine.
That's why I'm their number one target. Because I expose what they are — using their own words, their own actions, and their own nastiness.
They don’t hate me because I’m weak. They hate me because I’m strong enough to fight back, smart enough to hit harder — and honest enough not to need to lie.