I am an admirer of Jordan Peterson since 2017, when he came to my attention as a free speech advocate. This will be the 38th time I’ve used the “Jordan Peterson” tag.
I have watched hundreds of hours of his videos, most of them recordings of his psychology lectures at the University of Toronto. These predate his notoriety by many years. Bona fides. Established.
I’ve watched many dozens of hours of interviews, both friendly and hostile.
I shook his hand during a 30 second encounter after he spoke in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I thanked him for his intellectual courage.
My judgment, then, is based on more than average exposure to his ideas:
[T]he more of him you see the more you will be convinced he is intelligent, articulate, polymathic, grounded, kind, thoughtful and humbly aware of his own exhaustively examined faults. It’s not possible to spend a little time listening to him and come to any other intellectually honest conclusion.
I followed, with sadness and hope, his wife’s lingering, very close brush with death. I am well aware of his resulting, life-threatening dependency struggles with (prescribed) benzodiazepine, and his simultaneous bout with the CCP virus.
These concurrent catastrophes would have been the undoing of a lesser man, especially if he did not have determined assistance. His daughter provided that assistance.
I know her severe juvenile rheumatoid arthritis cannot be gratuitously dismissed, as it was by a Prog-porn scribbler we’ll get to in a moment, as “according to her blog.” Easily available documentation refutes the imprecation. Including what Peterson wrote about it in his multi-million copy best seller.
Mikhaila Peterson’s dogged search for a cure for her own ailment made her eminently qualified to assist her father. As it turned out, quite obviously more qualified than most physicians in North America.
All this pain is used in an extended, snide, mendacious, drive-by kneecapping of Peterson and his daughter in a recent article written in the UK.
It occurs to me that the volume of historical video from both Peterson and his daughter is at least partially protective. Lesser beings would be de-platformed, cancelled… ruined. Instead, the millions who have seen their videos can easily identify the lies.
More people know the truth than have ever heard of the author of this latest dishonorable screed. I will not supply a link to it. I’ll mention neither the name of the author nor of the editor. That information is available in the links below, but the perps do not deserve any traffic from me.
Crucifying Jordan Peterson provides a comprehensive look at the UK article. It includes this quote:
“If anyone were in any doubt why people nowadays go to longform podcasts for intelligent reflection on contemporary issues rather than to the legacy media, where they know to expect only conventional platitudes, disinformation and lies, then a comparison of this article with the unedited audio interview now available on Mikhaila Peterson’s YouTube channel would be a good place to start.”
Why, you might ask, would Peterson agree to an interview knowing from experience the Maim Scream Media™ wants his head on a pike?
Peterson is asking that of himself.
The set up letter from the “commissioning editor” is included in Peterson’s self-examination, and is useful in understanding the true depth and stench of the pit in which these “journalists” marinate in their own excretions. Peterson was savvy enough to record the entire interview on which the article is purportedly based. We can hope, under the defamation law of the UK, that some legal action may thus be possible.
This vicious, deceitful, personal abuse speaks to the perpetrators’ arrogant ignorance; as Kate notes at Small Dead Anmials: Dear S_____ T____;
The question ending that letter to the editor is likely to remain unanswered by the perps, but I’ll try – “Business as usual.”