So, I signed up for this academy to give it a try. Just got back my first paper officially graded by Peterson himself...

He gave me a C, saying that I made poached eggs too central to my thesis regarding Plato's Republic. There were also tear drops all over the paper.

In big red letters on the top it reads "you evil coward!" all because Peterson prefers scrambled

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NAT GEO just released an updated map of Canada

Reminder that bears are anti-revolutionary pro-nomians

... What?

Here we go

When some folks talk about “human rights,” they mean the right to accrue massive debt on meaningless things.

For many, freedom just leads to a spiral of despair.

Freedom is gay. This is based and reactionary content.

Finally, a scientific paper of interest

For the first time, I had a black student who had a fire alarm beeping in the background. Ever curious and wondering what his perception of the sound was, I asked him about the noise. He wasn't sure, and at first denied that there was a beep at all. Upon observing the pattern, I predicted a beep and told him to listen right before it went off, at which point he believed me. Sending him to investigate, he was able to identify that it was in fact the fire alarm, but claimed that it just be broken. I told him that it might be low on batteries and that replacing them might resolve the problem, and, in response, he spoke with an indignant tone, like my suggestion was the sort of thing that you would expect to escape from the mouth of a psychiatric patient, retorting that, "fire alarms don't use batteries."

I'm gonna be outside running around in circles joyfully screaming for half an hour or so

We're walking barefoot in the snow. Feelin' blessed