After learning he's associated with Andrew Tate, at this point JP is as bad as anyone who associated with Epstein, really. And considering the outcry over those people (which are entirely valid, by the way) to me it just makes the man even worse.
That, and I know if he were a "left wing" supporter, this would be an issue only the outcry would come from the right side of things (though I'd agree with them then, too).
I do get where you and Ron are coming from, just one of those "agree to disagree" moments I think.
Jordan Peterson is undergoing rehabilitation now, assuming they can find somebody to rehabilitate him.
A few days after that I sent in a request to the powers that be at the college, requesting, in all due humility, the names of the wizards or witches who stood at the ready to re-educate me: to convince me of my sins, spoken and acted; to rehabilitate me, so that I could now proudly serve as yet another voiceless, craven coward, duly supporting the butchers of the trans child-mutilation and sterilization crowd, the brain-dead admirers (or silent enemies) of the Trudeau administration and its assorted green-idiot utopian globalists, and the self-righteous race-baiting pushers of the Diversity, Inclusion and Equity mantra.
I did so because the judgment of the college indicated that after my defeat at the hands of the woke and captured Canadian judiciary I was required to transform my personality comprehensively within a maximum three-month period, and to indicate my abject contrition while doing so.
All this, as the deserving party — at least according to the judgment of college and court mandarins alike — I was willing to do. I complied. I agreed. I accepted my punishment. I awaited my correction, like a good trick pony. All legal avenues had been (expensively) exhausted. And so, boys and girls of the COPABA: On with the show!
I had been previously provided with a document that listed the “social media experts” at the ready to perform their magical incantations on my recalcitrant psyche — despite the fact that there is no such profession as “social media expert,” and that no one who was such a rare beast would stoop to inform me of my misbehaviour, being no doubt much more properly occupied educating the veritable millions of followers they had gathered as the only possible valid expression of their much vaunted expertise.
One problem remained, and a serious one, indeed, practically speaking: the very lines in the document that contained the identifying information of the experts (names, email addresses, professional standing, and telephone numbers) had been redacted, no doubt to protect their fragile and hoping-to-be anonymous selves against the reactions of the legions of reactionary trolls I would unleash in my indefensible efforts to defend myself.
A response was soon forthcoming, in written form: due to some (conveniently undescribed) administrative confusion, the names were presently unavailable. The good people at the college were, however — in their great benevolence and wisdom — willing to extend my three-month purgatorial period, perhaps indefinitely (?), while the necessary information was rounded up and provided. A few weeks hence their lawyers contacted my lawyers and informed the latter and me that a settlement offer might be possible.
This, by way of foreshadowing, was not the eminently unreasonable (apparently) offering I had made publicly, in this very newspaper, suggesting that the college modify its policies so that the professionals it purports to regulate could not be tormented and impoverished by the mendacious and noisome complaints of any old ideological idiot anywhere but only by people to whom actual service, however wretched, had actually been provided — and only by if not actual inhabitants of the province in question (in this case, Ontario) at least Canada. No, it was none of that — and this speaks directly to the stunning incompetence and generalized cluelessness of the parties in question, and also to the absolute impoverishment of their worldview.
Note also that since it is now early October, the college only has about seven weeks to straighten out the mess they created around themselves, without violating their own rules, and to repair me one way or another, in the hopefully permanent manner they are devoutly hoping to manage. Or, what is more likely — the rules of engagement apply to me, but not to them. Thus, I have three months to become re-educated, but they have infinite time to organize the process. And there would be little more convenient in this stickiest of situations than kicking the proverbial damned can a little farther down the road.
Their first offer was (get this — and I still can’t believe it): “If Dr. Peterson agrees to resign, we would be willing to forego the legal costs the court ruled he owes us!”
That was some two dozen thousands of dollars, a not inconsiderable sum (although a mere pittance in comparison to what their decade-long campaign of harassment and petty torment has cost me — some 25 times that amount in direct legal fees alone, an amount sufficient to bankrupt the typical target of their inquiry, particularly in combination with the devastation of professional income that all-too-often accompanies such inquisition. Thus, their opening gambit was based on the assumptions (1) that I could be bought and (2) that I could be bought cheaply.
The first was truly insulting, as well as preposterous: if cost alone was going to stop me, it would have happened long ago.
The second was ironically laughable, and an indication of their ignorance regarding what is at stake here: if I was for sale — and I am not — it would be for a hell of a lot more than the court costs that the Supreme Court deemed me liable for when my appeal was rejected. I am already in over my head for a lot more than that on the expenditure side alone; in addition, I have enough stable sources of income now arrayed around me such that the amount in question is not a relevant determinant of my behaviour, as the college tyrannocrats should have realized, had they done an iota of necessary homework.
I should indicate just for the continuance of the high comedy that I discovered while paying my dues last year that this same college had found it necessary to raise the annual cost for being a professional subject of their tender machinations by almost 50 per cent — a substantial proportion of which was no doubt to pay the costs they had incurred pursuing me.
It was very annoying of course to pay them for coming after me, on the personal side. More generally, however, almost nothing stupider could be imagined than the college tempting bankruptcy by pointlessly tormenting me, at the cost of the other members, but here we are in Canada in 2024, with no shortage of stupidity to come.
I will also point out the sheer foolishness of starting what is meant hypothetically to be a productive discussion with such an approach, although, as I intimated, it gets worse. Here’s a hint, boys and girls of the College of Psychologists and Behaviour Therapists or Analysts (or whatever the hell you call yourself now): don’t begin a negotiation, particularly when you are already backed into a corner, by insulting your would-be partner in play.
In this particular case, more specifically: don’t assume that the target of your offer is open to something approximating a bribe, because that is what it was, particularly when all evidence suggests the contrary. In addition: if you are indeed daring and foolish enough to make such an offer, don’t compound your error by cheapening out.
After we dispensed with that offer, something that happened forthwith, with our jaws wide open in amazement, the truth came so painfully out — and this is the main point of this missive: despite pursuing me for nearly 10 years; despite their endless public proclamations about their readiness to dispense justice upon me; despite their insistence of the mavens of the college that I was in desperate need of pretty much a comprehensive psychic restructuring and public shaming — despite my agreement, private and public, to go ahead with exactly that, in pillories and stock, accepting the tar and chicken feathers — there was not a single available “social media expert” available at hand to take on the task!
The woke madness must end
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This could be a consequence of a direct warning I had made in a very public discussion about this matter with my daughter Mikhaila Fuller, posted on my YouTube channel, where I said (with all due and genuine concern for my hypothetical teacher) something approximating: “Don’t take the job! I will make EVERY BIT OF IT public, and in the most broadly distributed sort of way!
Millions of people are hungry to watch me be re-educated, friend and foe alike, popcorn in hand, eating up both the scandal and the snack. In consequence, the life of whomsoever is narcissistic, clueless or ideologically-addled enough to take on the task will never be the same!” I meant this whole-heartedly, seriously, and it was (all objections to the contrary) not a threat, but a true warning.
The typical person has no idea what it is like to have their identity known to all, on an international scale — I’m speaking here of the hypothetical re-educator — and I regarded it as necessary to offer fair warning to anyone considering the job. It will not be an experience from which recovery will be at all possible.
