“Why did the chicken cross the road? Well what do you mean by a chicken? And what do you mean by a road? Well, traditionally chickens have been symbols of emasculation- you call someone a chicken, for instance, when they lack courage, which is typically a masculine trait. So if you re examine the problem under that reading- and it’s a strange reading- what you’re left with is quite profound.
(produces a small number of pills from his pocket and then swallows them)
Postmodern Neo-Marxists are attempting to control the “chickens” as they call them, because they don’t have control over their own lives. These moralists have ceded everything to feminine chaos, so they feel the need to have control over the lives of others. They are forcing these poor men- who, let me remind you, they refer to as chickens, to cross roads daily.
This is not something which occurs in a society which is doing well. This occurs in societies which are trending towards total collapse. Many people don’t know this, but chickens were forced to cross roads in the late Roman Empire.
Why does a man who has been stripped of his manhood do anything? Why does he get out of bed every morning (starts crying) to do impossible things for a society that doesn’t value his hard work?
Why would a chicken cross a road- fraught with danger, I mean he could be bloody well run over!- but why does he do that, as a being defined by cowardice? Well I’ll tell you why-
(dramatic pause)
Love. (more crying)”
I'm actually jealous that you nailed that bit so hard I'm gonna be chucklin at it all day
genuinely hilarious
whatever he's doing now followed by 15 minutes of uncomfortable weeping
so uncomfortable weeping followed by 15 minutes of uncomfortable weeping, got it
don't forget like 5 minutes of suppressed sobbing in between there. maybe about some memory his benzo ravaged brain digs up
some memory his benzo ravaged brain digs up
he’s got a charming anecdote about his grandmother, I’m sure he’d reach for that
“So a woman, a dragon, and a terrorist walk in to a bar and sit in one chair. How is this possible you might ask?”
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He tried to set up a joke but ended up crying about Quest For Camelot or something
Fuck I remember eating burger king and it had those toys from that movie. I tried to eat it because I’d never had a happy meal before. The toy looked like food, it was a lizard with two heads or some shit. Crazy shit man, you ever tried building productive forces?
The attack helicopter one, obviously. What other jokes does the right have?
Free to think anything you want as long as it upholds existing oppressive power structures.
Something about grandma pubes being the dragon of chaos
“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
Of course he did. I love that dude, will have to watch that later.
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Check out this Joe Rogan parody of his while you're at it, it's incredible https://youtu.be/P6Iyg9fznvM
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