I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and a completely misguided idea of assertive decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging in, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed! Don't they know how noble and complete we are?!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you previously thought about red vs blue was a fucking lie sold to you as a nice little designer opinion - that all of this was inevitable and basically pointless and that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

There are no heroes and people ought to stop placing them on a pedestal out of naivety.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and a completely misguided idea of assertive decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed! Don't they know how noble and complete we are?!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you previously thought about red vs blue was a fucking lie sold to you as a nice little designer opinion - that all of this was inevitable and basically pointless and that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

There are no heroes and people ought to stop placing them on a pedestal out of naivety.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and a completely misguided idea of assertive decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed! Don't they know how noble and complete we are?!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you previously thought was a fucking lie sold to you as a nice little designer opinion - and that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

There are no heroes and people ought to stop placing them on a pedestal out of naivety.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and a completely misguided idea of assertive decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed! Don't they know how noble and complete we are?!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you previously thought was a fucking lie sold to you as a nice little designer opinion - and that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and a completely misguided idea of assertive decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you previously thought was a fucking lie sold to you as a nice little designer opinion - and that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and a completely misguided idea of decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you previously thought was a fucking lie sold to you as a nice little designer opinion - and that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and a completely misguided idea of decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you previously thought was a fucking lie sold to you as a nice little designer opinion - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and a completely misguided idea of decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you thought was is a fucking lie - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individuality and decorum instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you thought was is a fucking lie - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds, that pretty much all of what you thought was is a fucking lie - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly while having a laugh between themselves about what quarter they're going to take off us. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see that his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed!

Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings. Money only likes the middling.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, fist bumps all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Yowza! Imagine if the roles were reversed! Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see his philosophy inasfar as we're concerned is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, high fives all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Atleast we're not nazis! Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - then you see his philosophy where it extends to our problems is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, high fives all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - his philosophy where it extends to our problems is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up, high fives all around, shaking hands, and sharpening their knives loudly. But hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - his philosophy where it extends to our problems is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where all our enemies are tagging up and sharpening their knives loudly, but hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - his philosophy where it extends to our problems is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing where tall our enemies are tagging up and sharpening their knives loudly, but hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - his philosophy where it extends to our problems is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing, but hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours - his philosophy is to stand and get slapped around for the sake of individualism instead of collectivizing, but hey at least we've got clean bedrooms! Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy and all the people making the world shitty for you and yours. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real and shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to grovel and kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, shit escalates, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing the boxcutter ukranian and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing like that ukranian who got his entire cock and balls cut out and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him, he was thee guy.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds - that to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros died squealing and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds. That to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros are dead and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds. That to even be a noticeable player in the game you have to kiss the rings.

I think there is a hidden optimism that some people tend to have, the desire for that one standout representative of their views and a lot of us sympathized with Jordan Peterson in the beginning. For a lot of people, in the days of milk and honey, it was him.

Turns out the slippery slope is real, views change, and you begin to realize he's actually very lukewarm. Resentment builds as he illustrates himself as a cuck who smooches the feet of your enemy. Then comes the demoralizing realization that all of the real heros are dead and you stand on the shoulders of cuckolds.