a late note on Jordan Peterson

It is often asserted that Jordan Peterson is a Cabal creation and targets young, messed-up white men who might end up Sieg Heiling were it not for Professor Peterson; in this reading, a young white man, let’s call him Dave, is assaulted by BLM for the third time this week, and turns angrily to the internet, but instead of finding The Daily Stormer he finds Jordan Peterson, the grey-haired, sombre, squeaky-voiced Canadian professor, earnestly telling him to clean his room and forget about his group (his nation, his race, his culture, his family) and focus only on himself and his own personal well-being. Dave is thus saved from the terrible Far Right, that is, he is saved from caring about the destruction of his own civilisation and race. Dave now smiles blandly as his local community burns to the ground, as mosques replace churches and libraries, and Sharia patrols take over the neighbourhood, stuffing Dave’s sisters into black sacks to be gangraped by Mohammed and Jamal; Dave is sanguine & unaffected, for his room is clean and he has his life in order as per Jordan Peterson’s prescription.

That’s the idea, anyway. However, while Peterson was clearly intended to serve as a gatekeeper I find his biggest fanbase isn’t confused white males but rather white females. I only know one male who is a Peterson fan, and even he commenced his recommendation by saying that his wife was amazed & gushing over Peterson’s Cathy Newman interview. I had by that point concluded that the whole thing was theatre, that this ghastly journalist creature agreed to make herself look retarded in order to make Peterson look reasonable and moderate. 

It worked well; I suspect it isn’t a wholly fraudulent interview, and that Newman was merely tutored to sound a bit more retarded & harpylike than usual. But as with Peterson’s initial public appearance:

it all seems a little too perfect. Even before Vox Day got onto the Peterson Question, I’d concluded the professor was a Cabal creature; albeit not a wholly noxious or destructive one, for unlike Vox I think some of Peterson’s work is good (his pre-fame videos), but then the best weapons are an alloy of sorts.  

I lost interest after Peterson’s rise to fame and expensive tailoring. Partly, his sudden eminence just seemed too evidently manufactured; partly, I realised he doesn’t know much outside of Piaget, Jung, Dostoevsky, and Disney films: he mentioned Dante’s Divine Comedy but couldn’t remember the name of the protagonist (it’s Dante); he hadn’t read the Bible but nonetheless made a lecture series called “the Psychological Significance of the Biblical Stories”, and so on. Once he started opining on everything under the sun his ignorance came to the fore; while the 1-book-a-year midwits might find him impressive I felt he was glib and uninteresting. So I was surprised to find so many women have fallen under his squeaky spell.

I would be curious to know if Cabal intended Peterson to attract women, or if it is an unintended side effect. In Germany I had a middle-aged (white) female colleague who even wore a Peterson t-shirt at work and gushed over how handsome and amazing he was. I was a little surprised, as while I enjoyed his pre-2016 lectures, he doesn’t strike me as remarkably attractive, and his squeaky Kermit the Frog voice gets on my nerves. I think the combination of evident intelligence (even while he’s surprisingly ignorant, and seems to have read virtually nothing), high verbal fluency, and physical frailty attracts a certain type of woman. That in itself says a lot about female nature today – a revulsion from normal masculinity, an attraction to the verbally adroit and frankly mendacious & superficial. After all, it was Eve who Satan seduced to sin; then she, Adam.

Jordan Peterson and propaganda

I had forgotten about good old Jordan Peterson until I read this. I was one of the deluded who thought Peterson was legitimate back in 2016, though I never thought him more than a gifted synthesizer of Jung and Piaget (among others), with an especially good take on classic Disney films. I didn’t understand the adoration he aroused, especially among women and cucks.

I watched his lectures and enjoyed them a great deal. They contained many insights and brilliant asides, and he seemed to be a decent enough chap.

I still think Vox Day’s attack on Peterson was to some degree overly polemical and rhetorical, with accusations of occultism, but then VD is a Christian who has either said or strongly implied that meditation is a Satanic practice so there you go, he has higher standards than most. However, I think VD is broadly correct, and there is something rotten in Peterson.

The way I now see it, Peterson was approached by Cabal and offered wealth and fame; and he accepted. He was “created” as opposition to Cabal’s SJW toys, to give normal men a harmless outlet for their natural aversion to the screaming blue-haired landwhales. I think his purpose was to stop young men drawing correct (racial) conclusions, and to create a kind of watered-down, harmless Christianity.

I don’t think he was always an evil, Satanic occultist or whatever VD claims; I think Peterson was merely a fragile, unstable individual with some dark tendencies (the occult aspect would not surprise me, and it is imprudent for the ungrounded & neurotic to “dabble”; however, it is precisely the ungrounded & neurotic who are most drawn to the occult).

The “early” Peterson (2014/5) was an interesting professor in comfy academic woollens and ghastly suits, speaking to perhaps 30 students about Disney films: I liked this Peterson; but when I watched his post-fame stuff it seemed very thin; I felt increasingly ill at ease, as he himself looked uncomfortable and evasive and frankly bizarre at times. As he settled into 10,000 dollar suits and a semi-prophetic beard I found him less & less interesting and just stopped paying any attention to his particular word salad and endlessly recycled concepts and tropes. I wasn’t too surprised to find him speaking at a Trilateral Commission event, looking deeply uncomfortable.

My feeling is that he knew, on some level, that he was selling his soul to the worst people in the world and tried to grit his teeth & get on with it in return for wealth & fame; but being an inherently unstable individual the guilt and shame got to him – nor would I be surprised if Vox’s book was the final nail. There is also the possibility that he was offered the usual trappings & entrapments of the elites – underage sex – and having a strong interest in suffering and horror he suddenly & unsettlingly became aware of the wickedness of his new masters.

Unlike Vox and seemingly most of his readers, who all sensed the Satanic as soon as Peterson opened his mouth, I was taken in and thought, oh good an academic who’s willing to take a stand. I obviously lack the discernment of VD and his readers but I see now a red flag that should have given me pause, back in 2016; it is this video, my first encounter with Peterson on Computing Forever’s channel:

Looking back, I notice how evidently staged Peterson’s speech was; whoever was filming him was using good quality equipment, the speech was either well-practised or well-edited, the audio is oddly perfect; and it was immediately afterwards that he exploded into the edgy but not too edgy Youtube scene, appearing on Stefan Molyneux and then on Joe Rogan; but refusing to talk to Millennial Woes.

I recall Peter Hitchens once remarking of photos of a riot in (I think) Lahore, where protestors were burning Union Jack flags; Hitchens asked, “is there a shop where you can buy two hundred identical, pristine Union Jack flags in Lahore?” As a journalist, Hitchens had noticed the implausibility of the scene; the careful artifice of the photographs. I should have paid more attention to Peterson’s speech, and wondered, “is this organic? is this real? or is this managed?”

Another note: I don’t think Peterson is evil, merely weak. And I believe that when such a man “takes the ticket” and sells his soul, he will be destroyed in this life and in this world. The utterly evil (e.g. the Bushes and Clintons) will typically enjoy good health & wealth until death, being undivided and whole in their devotion to evil; but those who are not thoroughly evil will be ruined: they are akin to the Kid in Blood Meridian, who is slain by the Judge because he was not wholly committed to evil:

There’s a flawed place in the fabric of your heart. Do you think I could not know? You alone were mutinous. You alone reserved in your soul some corner of clemency for the heathen.

In spiritual matters – which includes the selling of one’s own soul – it is all or nothing. Some think they are merely selling a part of their soul, but that is an error: for the soul is fractal. Perhaps one could as it were cut off a little finger and live thereafter maimed, just about; but with Peterson it was as if he began with a finger, then a hand, then an arm, then they wanted his torso. In such a business, either be as the Bushes and Clintons, or do not partake.

blonde

I was visiting a friend over the weekend; he and his wife are both dark-haired Germans, their 3-year-old son is totally blond. It seems that children are often blond and become darker with age, e.g. a 30-year-old English woman I know is now brunette but was Swedishly blonde even in her early 20s.

I recall Juden Peterson talking once of “cuteness”, meaning big eyes and other features which soften the heart of most normal people. Not merely children but young animals (puppies, kittens, etc.) demonstrate the same “cuteness”. If one sees this as a purely evolutionary development – that creatures which don’t look “cute” as young children are more likely to be killed or abandoned – then blondness most likely has an objective quality, and is perceived as more interesting than dark hair for deep-seated biological reasons.

That is, God prefers blondes.

“powerful agents to the uninitiated”

As I wrote earlier, one of the very few useful lessons from my expensive school – when I was about 12 the teacher brought in Left & Right-wing newspaper clippings covering the same event, and helped us analyse the bias, the lie-by-language. Two decades later I remember Peter Hitchens somewhere covering a riot in Pakistan, the adherents of the Religion of Peace rising up and attacking British embassies with identical, brand-new hammers and burning hundreds of identical, brand-new Union Jacks. He asked, from where exactly did they procure the flags? Is there a British shop selling literally hundreds of Union Jacks in Lahore or Karachi?

Most of the news is, to some degree, Fake News. After a while you start to notice, and then you ask, what is happening behind the scenes here? It can ruin simple pleasures, for example I was watching the video for Sharon Van Etten’s ‘Seventeen’ and, as she is standing on a stepladder in a lake

screaming at the camera,

I immediately thought of her likely response when the director told her “okay, next scene you’re on a ladder, in a lake, screaming”, the first few dozen takes as she shivered, looked pissed off, started laughing, stumbled and nearly fell into the water, everything behind the few seconds of her at 2:55 standing on a stepladder and rather declaiming:

I know what you’re going to be

I know that you’re going to be

You’re crumbling up just to see

Afraid that you’ll be just like me.

The Red Pill can become something of a meta-red-pill. I first heard it in relation to MGTOW, with men like Sandman having realised the nature of female behaviour, or at least the kind of women he meets & is drawn to & draws; then in about 2015 it came to describe the dissident Right, who are often strongly opposed to MGTOW.

At its essence, the Red Pill is the peeling-off of illusions, usually through painful disenchantment & betrayal (there would be no dissident Right if mainstream Conservatism actually conserved anything). A side effect is the habit of scrutinising all that glitters; so I was unsurprised by Milo’s accusations regarding Lauren Southern’s thottery (ably covered by Morgoth).

Glitter is the danger sign. Glitter and the implausible, e.g. an obscure Canadian Psychology professor suddenly giving speeches to the Trilateral Commission, a Rothschild banker appearing out of nowhere as an independent candidate for the French presidency, hundreds of Pakistan rioters with identical, brand-new Union Jack flags. It is all theatricality & deception. The meta-Red Pill is a sidelong wary glance towards such things, a distrust of anything that looks too good.

The deception works on many, but then initiation is always highly restricted.