News that I missed, courtesy of The Babylon Bee:
TORONTO—After a year-long excursion into the belly of the beast, Dr. Jordan Peterson emerged this week and was dismayed to find millions of Americans worshipping at the altar of a golden Karl Marx statue. Overtaken with righteous anger, he smashed his stone tablets containing 12 Rules for Life into tiny pieces.
“Hey there, bucko! Woe unto thee, eh?” Dr. Peterson said to the writhing sea of reveling comrades below, his voice cracking with emotion. “You have sinned a great sin, and I don’t find any of these behaviors to be particularly useful! Did any of you even make your bed this morning? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but you’re simply not worthy to receive my 12 Rules for Life!”
With that, Dr. Peterson raised the tablets above his head and smashed them onto the rocks below.
“Now, for this grave sin, and Lord knows it’s a bloody catastrophe, you shall all drink bitter waters!” Peterson proclaimed.
He then commanded the people to grind up the golden Marx statue into a nearby stream and drink the water.
“Drink it up!” Dr. Peterson said. “This is important negative feedback to help you avoid this self-destructive behavior and grow in competence. Right now you’re of no bloody use to anyone, and nobody wants that!”
Go here to read the rest. The last words of the great French songstress Edith Piaf were: “Every damn thing you do in this life, you have to pay for.” Yes, in this world or the next.
If Biden gets his little grubby hands on U.S. I could see a march on Washington…10 million strong.
They, with rosaries in hand, chanting We Want God.
Poland, pray for U.S.
We should all be happy to have Jordan back lighting candles of truth in our time of darkness.
Good summary of the psychology of revolutionary resentment (did I just coin of phrase?). Not so good a summary of the Ukrainian famine, which was the result of deliberate policy, and not the unintended consequence of resentful failure’s in life wiping out the successful yeoman/gentry farmer who was responsible for growing the majority of the locally grown food.
(Although to be fair, it sounds like Petersen meant the famine in the 20s, which Lenin solved by –wait for it– letting the peasant farmers sell on the open market.)