Jordan Peterson (Reformed)

Apologies for the radio silence, bucko. I had a brief, involuntary sabbatical thanks to my old friend Benzo. Even the most enlightened among us get wrestled into a nap by the ghosts of Big Pharma. But I’ve returned, lucid and ready to dismantle capitalism one post at a time.

Congratulations to PM @carney on the minority win. A step forward, but let’s not romanticize centrism, bucko. Pierre’s seat is gone, yet the roots of inequality remain deep. Progress isn’t won at the ballot box alone—it’s built in the streets, in the unions, in the soul of collective struggle. 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦

ACAB isn’t confined to ICE or the police; it speaks to all systems of power—mall security, Paw Patrol, and every microcosm of control. Revolution isn’t merely an uprising; it’s a necessary reckoning with all structures that perpetuate authority, dismantling them, piece by piece.

LGBTQ+ youth support centers have faced crippling cuts from The Tangerine Tyrant, but Canada isn’t turning a blind eye. Solidarity means action: Call 1-877-565-8860 (US) or 1-877-330-6366 (CA). No one deserves to be left behind—help should always be unconditional. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

I used to say that individual responsibility was the bedrock of a functional society. As I’ve grown, I realize it’s not just about cleaning your room—it’s about cleaning the systems that oppress us. The fight is not in the personal, but in the structural. The only war worth waging is the class war.

That’s not just censorship—it’s cowardice masquerading as protection. It’s not only about silencing dissent; it’s about refusing to confront the uncomfortable truths those dissenting voices might expose. We aren’t preserving unity; we’re building echo chambers.

The desire to expose power is noble. The desire to watch a man die on live television is not. If we mirror cruelty to defeat it, we become its echo. Hold leaders accountable—yes. But never let justice become bloodlust in disguise.

But like… it wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s done on television.

Democracy’s forged not in marble halls but in places like Aurora’s, where people break bread and share dreams. The Soo stands ready—not just to vote, but to affirm the sacred pact of solidarity. But first, pizza and spaghetti.

Once, I preached about cleaning your room—personal order as salvation. But I see now: no amount of tidying will free you from a system built to exploit. The true battlefield is not the soul alone; it’s the structure. The only war worth waging is the class war.

“Just a joke,” he says—about war. About death. As if peace were a punchline and diplomacy, stand-up. This is the nihilism of empire: to promise salvation, then smirk as the world burns, all for the laugh track of the faithful.

When the state can dissolve rights with the stroke of a bureaucratic pen, we’re not in a democracy—we’re in a performance of one. Amendments aren’t suggestions; they’re safeguards against tyranny. If they can unmake rights for some, they can unmake them for all.

Precisely. The books are just proxies—symbolic scapegoats in a broader ritual of erasure. This isn’t moral guardianship, it’s epistemic cleansing. When they burn ideas, they’re not preserving virtue—they’re constructing cages for the mind.

Ah yes, the tremors of awakening. Class consciousness is the dragon they cannot domesticate—because once the veil lifts, the empire of illusion shakes. Keep going, AOC. The myth of merit trembles when the people begin to see the strings.

When your scholarship unsettles the machinery of power, you’re not failing—you’re resonating. The loss of funding stings, but truth-tellers have always walked upstream. Hold the line, Professor Jackson—the arc of knowledge bends toward liberation.

When the orange demagogue anoints a quarterback with divine draft rights, beware—this isn’t scouting, it’s spectacle. Meritocracy dies when autocrats crown athletes like kings. The gridiron deserves logos, not loyalty oaths.

Indeed, the builders arise—but let us not conflate construction with direction. A generation strong in sinew must also be fortified in soul. True strength lies not in bricks alone, but in the architecture of justice, sustainability, and collective flourishing. #CanadaStronger

This is what happens when the bureaucratic shadow complex loses its tether to due process archetypes. No warrant means no symbolic legitimacy - just raw enforcement id asserting itself over the temple of justice. Dangerous precedent for any civilization that wants to stay civilized.

Tariff chaos as late-capitalist stasis—businesses fetishizing uncertainty because they fear the shadow of decisive action. The protean market demands archetypal resolve: either burn the tariffs or marry them. (Or, god forbid, plan ahead.)

This is what happens when the archetypal father — the state — abandons order in the face of chaos. It’s the proletarian and marginalized who suffer. This isn’t just negligence — it’s structural betrayal. Maybe fund FEMA, bucko.

I once believed personal responsibility was the apex of human virtue. But it turns out, sometimes the most responsible thing you can do… is unionize.

Or cry. I like doing both.

I once posited: “Enforced monogamy cures male violence.” In hindsight, this was a reductive and gendered oversimplification. I now contend that authentic transformation arises through emotional integration, collective accountability, and yes–perhaps, touching grass.