I ran across Owen Benjamin via (of course) a post by our beloved and dreaded Supreme Dark Lord, Voxemort the Malevolent (PBUH), which linked to a video by Mr. Benjamin that dealt with the High Priest of Jordanetics. That video was, to put it very mildly, an epic shredding of the Crazy Christ’s decision to sell out his professed “principles” in pursuit of television fame and theatrical fortune.

Now, it is worth pointing out here that I and many of my readers were once big fans of Canadian philosophy professor Jordan B. Peterson. We thought that he was doing good things for young men by providing them with ideas and methods by which to improve their own lives. We thought that his advice about cleaning up their rooms and standing up straight and being on time were admirable, if a bit cliched.

We especially liked the way in which he calmly and coolly tore apart one straw-man argument after another spewed forth by the bilious-mouthed, shrill-voiced Cathy Newman of the Channel 4 network.

That was before the Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) turned his baleful gaze upon the man, and did the homework that the rest of us should have done in the first place.

It turns out that, although Prof. Peterson raises a lot of good points in his public appearances, his writings are full of CRAZY.

I tried reading his latest book, 12 Rules for Live: An Antidote to Chaos. I found it largely unreadable and I found the tendentious, turgid explanations (yes, yes, I know, pot, kettle, etc.) to be far too repetitive and dense to bother hacking through. I think I stopped reading it at around Rule 4 or 5, and have not since bothered trying to pick it up again.

We were wrong about Prof. Jordan Peterson. He is not of the Right. He is not on our side. He is not interested in preserving or supporting Western civilisation.

He is very much of the Left, he is very much a globalist shill, and although his battle against political correctness is admirable, he does not actually want to fight the Left, he simply wants the Left to be slightly less insane.

His path does not represent a good way forward for young men, and his thoughts on the effects of apple cider while on a pure meat diet are… well, see for yourself. (Read: WHATTHEACTUALF***)

Anyway, enough about the Crazy Christ, this one is for another guy who tore the Crazy Christ to shreds, and did a very entertaining job of it.

If you go watch some of Owen Benjamin’s comedy sketches, you will see that he is a very big, very funny dude with a great sense of comic timing. I especially like the following sketch, in which he takes on gays, lesbians, and trannies – and then somehow manages to segue from that straight into a terrific joke about Adolf Hitler:

Actually… I have to admit, the argument makes a very great deal of sense.

Seriously, do you think that Hitler would have been jonesing quite so hard to kill all Jews and Russians (and pretty much everyone else in der Ostland) if he had maybe been able to chow down on a good steak once in a while? Plus apparently the dude was a complete teetotaller and hated smoking (and, by extension, smokers).

I dunno about you, but I have a hard time trusting a man who won’t eat meat or drink beer. I can’t stand smoking or being around smokers myself, but hey, if that’s your choice, it’s also your problem. Just make sure you’re standing downwind of me when you light up. And at least twenty feet away.

And yes, I know, our magnificent and benevolent God-Emperor, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus, is a teetotaller too. In his defence, he loves a good steak. (To his discredit, he eats his steaks well-done with ketchup. Euggghhh…)

And he has that whole, y’know, “God-Emperor” thing going for him too, so I’m willing to forgive him for the fact that he doesn’t enjoy a good tipple now and again.

Evidently, then, the way to avoid becoming a genocidal maniac is to avoid eating soy, chow down on some rare beef once in a while, and possibly have a drink or two on a Friday night.

Good advice, as far as I’m concerned. Now if only the watery-kneed doofuses of the Pantifag brigade would take it…