If it looks like a moral relativist, and walks like a moral relativist and talks like a moral relativist…. how can you trust any moralistic didactic pronouncement it comes out with?
Funnily enough, the same people who idolize him hate liberal arts majors,
I tried to warn them. I told them about Peterson numerous times and they called me the stupid one.
He blocked you off from other explanations of the same shit. When you only know one breakdown, you know nothing. To get that tier knowledge, ya gotta pay for it. Expensively.
“There is no such thing as truth-” then you switch off because they’re going to rim you financially for it.
It’s literally the levels of a cult. Secret, mysterious knowledge they can’t give you an overview of up front before you buy in.
“How much can we get out of them before they realize we don’t know?”
If there’s no truth, they are under no obligation to EVER, EVER provide it.
And they shouldn’t morally offer the impossible, should they?
The deceivers in my own group are also tossers. No free rides here.
If everything is a matter of interpretation (something Freudians are rightly insulted for) then all you’re doing is listening to an old man tell you boring stories from his life. Go to the local old folks’ home, at least get range! Peterson wasn’t in a war!
He has grown men treating Disney movies like the classics. Male IQ, god damn…
The attention span of a postage stamp. He references, like, five authors. That’s one per DECADE.
Here’s my own boring story as example.
I was at a bus stop. The bus was late, the State is unreliable. Nobody spoke on the bus, technology has made people cold, apparently. Someone dropped a gum wrapper. I didn’t tell them off, society is already full of trash. It was empty, like most young people. It had outlived its purpose, at least it had one. The shape is based on convenience but what is the convenience of needing something to chew, in evolutionary terms, when it’s repressed rage? When we’re stressed? Everyone hates life. We’re so smart. Stop chewing gum.
^That is what listening to a Peterson lecture is like.
Pay me. I’m a guru.