A Letter to Jordan Peterson

From a Psychopathic Anonymous Parasite™ and former fan.

Jordan,

Like many others, I found out about you from your first appearance on The Joe Rogan Experience. You stood out. You were a loud and necessary voice during a very chaotic time. The Tranny Movement, the Fat Positivity Movement, and #MeToo were at their peak. You perfectly articulated very real threats in Western culture that were on the rise. And to your credit, you played a significant role in their demise.

After listening to this episode, I got immersed in your perspective. I read 12 Rules for Life, which had a meaningful impact on me at the time. Like many others, it stated truths I already knew in my bones but didn’t yet mentally articulate.

I also loved your Biblical lectures. As someone who learned about Christianity somewhat blindly as a child, your perspective on the Old Testament from the perspective of a clinical psychologist was crystalizing.

I even saw one of your lectures in person. No, I wasn’t one of your fans who showed up in a suit, I found that quite cringe — but I enjoyed your work enough to see you “think out loud" in front of an audience. It was worth the money.

I remember where I was when you were released from rehab for your benzodiazepine addiction. I was on vacation in Europe and remember asking myself why I was watching a YouTube interview in my hotel room instead of exploring the streets of the country I was in. I realized I was genuinely concerned for your health and therefore a true fan. I was happy to see you were recovering.

Since then, Jordan, I’m going to be honest — not only are you less intellectually and culturally useful, but you’ve betrayed me. You don’t know who I am and you never will. In fact, you don’t know most of the men that you consistently attack. But you’ve betrayed millions of your former fans.

This letter is written on their behalf.