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7/5/2025, 7:44:07 AM
BEDEVILLED EGG
7/4/2025, 2:02:16 AM
>>509444228
>but the man is brilliant and sincere, as far as I can tell
That's the trouble: You CAN'T tell. You're below midwit, so to you, Peterson's drivel sounds profound.
Give detailed examples of his supposed brilliance. This should be good.
>but the man is brilliant and sincere, as far as I can tell
That's the trouble: You CAN'T tell. You're below midwit, so to you, Peterson's drivel sounds profound.
Give detailed examples of his supposed brilliance. This should be good.
7/2/2025, 2:48:34 AM
>>509254997
>I dreamed I saw my maternal grandmother sitting by the bank of a swimming pool, that was also a river. In real life, she had been a victim of Alzheimer’s disease, and had regressed, before her death, to a semi-conscious state. In the dream, as well, she had lost her capacity for self-control. Her genital region was exposed, dimly; it had the appearance of a thick mat of hair. She was stroking herself, absent-mindedly. She walked over to me, with a handful of pubic hair, compacted into something resembling a large artist’s paint-brush. She pushed this at my face. I raised my arm, several times, to deflect her hand; finally, unwilling to hurt her, or interfere with her any farther, I let her have her way. She stroked my face with the brush, gently, and said, like a child, “isn’t it soft?” I looked at her ruined face and said, “yes, Grandma, it’s soft.”
― Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief, pp. 163-164
>I dreamed I saw my maternal grandmother sitting by the bank of a swimming pool, that was also a river. In real life, she had been a victim of Alzheimer’s disease, and had regressed, before her death, to a semi-conscious state. In the dream, as well, she had lost her capacity for self-control. Her genital region was exposed, dimly; it had the appearance of a thick mat of hair. She was stroking herself, absent-mindedly. She walked over to me, with a handful of pubic hair, compacted into something resembling a large artist’s paint-brush. She pushed this at my face. I raised my arm, several times, to deflect her hand; finally, unwilling to hurt her, or interfere with her any farther, I let her have her way. She stroked my face with the brush, gently, and said, like a child, “isn’t it soft?” I looked at her ruined face and said, “yes, Grandma, it’s soft.”
― Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief, pp. 163-164
6/30/2025, 9:54:46 AM
>>509105297
>I dont know how people can take seriously that kike loving faggot
I don't think anyone does anymore. He had his fifteen minutes of fame six or seven years ago. Everyone has moved on and Juden Pedostein is a forgotten figure of fun who'll anhero before the decade is out. RIP, Professor Renfield.
>I dont know how people can take seriously that kike loving faggot
I don't think anyone does anymore. He had his fifteen minutes of fame six or seven years ago. Everyone has moved on and Juden Pedostein is a forgotten figure of fun who'll anhero before the decade is out. RIP, Professor Renfield.
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