The loudest men are often the weakest.
You know the type. They posture as guardians of a culture, an identity (any identity, from a devout Buddhist to a proud member of Slytherin), or a tradition they barely understand. They scream the loudest about “authenticity,” yet collapse into mockery when they meet someone who doesn’t ask for their permission to exist.
It’s a pattern I’ve noticed again and again: the more fragile a man’s sense of self, the more vicious his attempts to control others.
When I correct a point about Norse history, or even something as simple as etymology, these men don’t meet me with evidence.
They lunge straight into insult. They mock race. They mock fatherhood. They mock whatever they think will sting hardest.
That isn’t strength. That’s fragility trying to disguise itself as power.
Real strength isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to rattle others.
Those that strive to rattle are the rattled.
It doesn’t need to gatekeep who is “allowed” to speak. Real strength carries itself with quiet certainty, because it is anchored in truth.
When weak men lash out, what they really want is to see you lose composure. They want you to become emotional so they can feel less alone in their instability. And when you don’t?
They spiral. They flail. They expose themselves.
That’s why I built something special for them.
A safe space.
Yes, you read that right. A digital sanctuary where my haters can retreat after exhausting themselves in the comment sections of my social media pages.
I cannot realistically or sustainably address every single dog that barks, so this is my solution for addressing them at scale.
I built a place where they can be reassured that their feelings matter, and finally feel protected from the terrible weight of their own insecurity.
It’s funny, but it’s also telling. Because deep down, that’s actually exactly what they want. Not to argue facts. Not to discover truth. Just to feel safe while pretending to be strong—as they view the existence of people like me as threats.
The irony writes itself.
So if you’ve ever wondered how I deal with the trolls, the answer is simple: I don’t fight them on their terms. I give them exactly what they need.
And, right now, they need a place where they are now safe.
👉 Click here to see it for yourself.
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I decided to make this a Substack article because I realize only the minority of people who follow me may have actually seen my post about it, as not all of my posts show in everyone’s feeds.
Feel free to direct other people to this page if I don’t get to them first.
Correct.
But lol@safe space.