![]() His career does, however, serve as a précis for conservative intellectual adventurism in the twenty-first-century. ![]() He has never come close to inciting violence-although a rather absurd mini-revolt by some employees at his publisher’s Canada office might seem to suggest otherwise-and unless you’re a raw T-bone steak, he is not even vaguely bloodthirsty. Tempting as it is, you can’t blame the good professor for all of white male supremacy’s excesses. ![]() You’ll have to forgive me: I’ve been reading Jordan Peterson. ![]() What remains to be said about Jordan B Peterson? These days, doesn’t he seem like a creature out of time, an impresario for a near-forgotten age that culminated in a cosplay insurgency over which his shadow darkly flitted? Didn’t it feel like those were some of his dudes out there during the Capitol riots in Washington, D.C., among the fulminating furries and gun jocks, the gamers and beta cucks, all driven into violent incoherence by a culture changing at warp speed, moved to reactionary performance art by a dour liberal orthodoxy they hoped could be LOLed into submission? No? ![]()
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