Jordan Peterson told a room full of university students the one thing their $200,000 degree was engineered to bury.
Peterson: “If you can think, and speak, and write, you are absolutely deadly. Nothing can get in your way.”
He did not say educated. Did not say credentialed. Did not say employed. Deadly.
The ability to force your own reality into language is not a skill they forgot to teach you. It is the one skill the system cannot afford for you to have.
Peterson: “No one ever tells students why they should write something.”
Because the honest answer would collapse every transaction the institution runs.
You were not taught to write. You were trained to replicate. Follow the rubric. Hit the word count. Reproduce the approved answer back to the grader. Pay six figures for the privilege.
You do not think in ideas. You think in sentences. The precision of your language is the precision of your reality.
Everything outside your vocabulary is not something you disagree with. It is something you cannot see.
Every power structure in recorded history understood one equation. A population that cannot name what is being done to them will never fight what is being done to them.
The modern version does not ban the weapon. It reclassifies it. Calls it coursework. Grades it. Strips it of everything dangerous and hands it back empty.
Peterson: “It’s the most powerful weapon you can possibly provide someone with.”
A person who can force one true sentence into existence without permission has already exited the system.
That is the one graduate no institution was ever designed to produce.
He said this as a tenured professor at the University of Toronto. Twenty years inside the machine. Students called his lectures life-changing. The institution pushed him out.
The one professor who told you what the weapon actually does was removed for the crime of using it.
That tells you everything. Not about him.
About the machine you spent two decades inside and walked out unable to name.
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My activities are still very limited at the moment. I have been doing some writing, however–thank God.
I'm so relieved to be once again doing something creative and useful.
I have also been watching Professor Paul Kengor's The Dark Side of Marxism from .
It does not feature the Marx portrayed by the woke university socialist acolytes (to put it mildly).
I interviewed a year ago or so ago on my podcast. He's a truly engaging, creative and witty storyteller and lecturer.
It turns out that Old Karl was quite the satanic soul.
He was a parasite economically all his life, extorting continual support from his long-suffering relatives.
He wrote (and admired) purposefully demonic poetry and drama.
Most disturbing, however, was his choice of favorite quote. From Goethe's Faust, it's a line I have quoted many times, in consequence of its sheer existential horror.
It's Mephistopheles presenting his identity and central credo:
“I am the Spirit that endlessly denies!
And rightly, too; for all that comes to birth
Is fit for overthrow, as nothing worth;
Wherefore the world were better sterilized;
Thus all that's here as Evil recognized
Is gain to me, and downfall, ruin, sin.
The very element I prosper in.”
I wonder if Zohran Mamdani knows of the inclination of his apparent intellectual hero?
