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May 31, 2025 - Lionel Nation
10:55
Why Won’t Anyone Admit Jordan Peterson Has Lost His Mind?
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If you have been and are a fan or if you're an acolyte or a student of Jordan Peterson, I don't know what the hell's the matter with you.
I don't know where it went wrong.
I don't know how devoid you are of some kind of direction where you would ever listen to this lunatic for a second.
And let me tell you why.
Jordan Peterson is full of it.
And this is about the collapse of a false prophet.
You know, there was a time, brief and overhyped, when Jordan Peterson, the Canadian clinical psychologist turned Internet philosopher, was considered the intellectual backbone of Western civilization's last stand.
He was lauded and heralded for standing up to compelled speech in KCV, Remember this?
Refusing, refusing to use government-mandated pronouns.
Seemed like light years away.
He became a YouTube sensation, a best-selling author, and for some, a kind of a messianic figure.
But here's the truth.
Jordan Peterson has been out of his mind from the beginning.
And now in 2025, his descent into incoherence.
Pseudo-theology and faux profundity is complete.
Now listen.
Let's start with his latest unraveling.
His warped, cryptic, and utterly baffling rants on Christianity and God.
I mean, he can't do hypotheticals.
Look, Jordan talks about religion the same way a mystic might mumble under the influence of peyotes.
Rambling, it's circular.
Symbolic to the point of absurdity and completely lacking in anything resembling clarity.
Ask him what God is and you'll get 15 minutes of metaphors and Jungian symbolism and references to the logos and the bizarre fusion of biblical exegesis and Nietzschean despair and whatever the hell he's talking about.
Ask him what he believes and he'll tell you that belief isn't what you think it is.
It's what you do.
Except he doesn't do anything.
He just talks in circles forever.
And I think we know why.
He doesn't define God.
He can't define God.
And worse, he refuses to even admit it.
His version of theology is kind of cobbled together from mythology, Freud, Old Testament.
Fire and self-help section at a Barnes& Noble.
I mean, it's unlistenable.
And it's pathetic.
And he's the first man in history to make C.S. Lewis sound concise.
And the Book of Job feel like a TED Talk.
You know, Jordan Peterson doesn't.
I don't think it bothers him, but he doesn't provide clarity.
He obfuscates.
He bewilders.
He doesn't build anything.
He mystifies.
He confuses and drowns any attempt at real dialogue in a sea of five-dollar words.
Twelve-step salvation pamphlets for men who forgot how to shave.
I mean, it's so sad.
This is a guy who went from, I won't say, Z or zur, whatever the pronoun is, to suddenly pretending to be a vessel of divine love.
He sits in a tailored suit, crying about the Bible, whispering about dragons and chaos, and posting hour-long videos that say absolutely nothing but clean your room, stand up straight, life is suffering.
And at first, you know, at first this was kind of harmless pseudo-wisdom, and now it's theological performance art disguised as insight.
And what's worse, No one calls him on it.
No one has the guts.
While I do, he's out of his mind.
Peterson, Jordan, has become a parody of himself.
He's like the Professor Irwin Corey of self-help or whatever it is.
intellectually bloated, emotionally unstable, and philosophically empty vapidity that he spews.
The deeper you dig into his lectures, if you bother, the more you find that he is constructing an elaborate tower of abstractions with no foundation.
And you think you're getting wisdom, but you're just being fed high concept filler because he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about.
He gives you sermons for the spiritually starved, delivered by a man who can't decide if he's a scientist, a preacher, Or a motivational speaker for the existentially confused army.
I don't know why.
Look, let's call this for what it is.
It's cult behavior.
His followers hang on to every tearful little notion and nuance, every tearful, lacrimating pause, every linguistic detour, like it's gospel.
Meanwhile, Peterson himself has become increasingly erratic.
His health collapsed, his worldview calcified, and his ideas have grown more arcane, more apocalyptic, more impenetrable with every new appearance.
He's now the intellectual equivalent of a QVC doomsday prophet, a man who sells suffering as a virtue and ambiguity as brilliance.
So, what does he actually offer men?
I guess the so-called redeemer of masculinity.
Life is hard.
No kidding!
There you go.
Be responsible.
Fine.
Thank you.
Tell the truth.
Groundbreaking.
Breaking.
Earth-shattering.
These aren't revelations.
These are fatherly cliches wrapped in Jungian buzzwords and delivered like divine scripture.
You know his 12 rules for life?
This is a self-help pablum.
Cloaked and shrouded in the illusion of depth.
It's Tony Robbins with a thesaurus and a nervous breakdown.
Yet, Jordan Peterson walks on stage like he's Moses, returning from Mount Sinai with tablets in hand.
He's not!
He's a clinical psychologist who got famous for pushing back on pronoun usage.
And he's been coasting on that moment ever since.
And the media painted him as a renegade.
Academia treated him like a heretic.
His fans canonized him.
But through it all, no one bothered to notice the emperor had no intellectual clothes.
He was out of his mind.
And this guy, by the way, claims to be a defender of Western values, yet he can't even define what those values are without spinning off into chaos dragons or Mesopotamian flood myths and ancient hero archetypes.
He doesn't know what he's talking about.
He's not a defender of anything.
He's a myth maker.
He's the Reverend Jim for the pathetically misdirected.
A chaos merchant.
A bard for the bewildered.
He's built an empire, a good empire, out of vague, unprovable sentiments and rhetorical sleight of hand.
The man makes Deepak Chopra sound, you know, grounded.
That's another one of my favorites.
The fact that he once debated Slavoj Zizek, I love him the way he...
He's very interesting, but just...
The sibilance...
I...
I'm sorry.
Maybe it's me.
Maybe I'm weak.
But this guy is another master of verbal smokescreens.
Like Eric Weinstein.
These guys.
It felt less like a clash of titans and more like two riddles arguing in a mirror.
It was the weirdest thing.
And here's the most galling part.
People still treat him like a prophet.
And if he's the only one with the courage to tell the truth, that's what he thinks he is.
But he's not telling the truth.
He's telling stories and fables and long-winded, incoherent, emotionally manipulative stories about God only knows what.
And we've reached a point, I think, where even these stories don't make any sense to anyone.
You don't need a PhD to see this man is completely, hopelessly, out of his mind.
Lost in his own mythology.
Where is the call out from academia?
From the church?
From the intellectual class?
Nowhere.
Because calling out Jordan Peterson gets you labeled intolerant or worse, unwise.
But I'll say it clearly.
Jordan Peterson is full of shit.
I mean, he's a charlatan, cloaked in sincerity, a man whose pain is...
And he offers no salvation, only sermonettes and bad ones at that.
Spiral-bound scripture for sad men looking for meaning in all the wrong places.
Kind of the Johnny Lee of the intellectually downtrodden.
Jordan Peterson is not your savior.
He's not a prophet.
He's not a genius.
He's a highly articulate man drowning in his own mysticism, his own self-imposed mysticism, unwilling, unwilling to admit that he's out of his league, out of his depth, out of his mind.
He was never meant to lead a movement.
And the fact that he has is symptom of our time.
It's our problem.
An era so starved, so, as I said, so bereft for heroes that we hand the microphone to the nearest guy who says no to the mob and yes to the dragons or whatever the hell he's doing.
Look.
It's time to stop pretending he's saying anything meaningful.
Listen to me.
It's time to start asking real questions, demanding real answers.
Okay?
And moving on from this false prophet narrative, Jordan Peterson is not the antidote to modern confusion.
he's a symptom of it.
And the sooner we stop pretending otherwise, Now, you're entitled, of course, to follow his work if that's what you want.
I mean, I can't tell you not to.
It's a free country.
But if you do, you're wasting your time.
So what do you think, my friend?
What do you think about this?
Let me know.
Give me a thought.
Reach out.
Reach out.
Reach out and touch.
What do you think about this?
And by the way, who's your vote for somebody completely full of it, too, and out of their mind?
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