I finished reading the latest release by our beloved and dreaded Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) some time last week, and I have to say that out of all of the books of his that I have read, this one might just be the most polarising yet.

That is both inevitable and necessary.

The subject matter concerns the meteoric (thus far) rise of Canadian clinical psychologist and university professor Jordan B. Peterson. Longtime readers know well that I have been following Prof. Peterson’s career and public appearances with considerable interest for a while now. And, initially at least, I had a pretty favourable opinion of him.

I thought that Prof. Peterson was genuinely interested in helping overgrown boys to become men. I have been writing for years about just how bad things are for boys these days; every last aspect of masculinity, that most vital and necessary building block of civilisation and peace, has been mocked and scorned as toxic, dangerous, and stupid in every possible way.

Raising a son in the flatly insane environment of the Western world has got to be perhaps the hardest job there is nowadays. Fathers have a truly thankless task ahead of them; even if they succeed in molding their sons into good and decent men, the wider society around those men has made it impossible for them to succeed and build strong families and put down real roots of their own.

The generation of young men born into the Millennial generation is truly lost. They have been failed, utterly and totally, by Western society at large. They are growing up without real role models of masculinity, into a world of superficiality and consumerist excess, in which their own masculine urges and drives are treated as diseases that must be cured.

They have no outlet for their inchoate rage, and in their impotence and failure, they retreat into a world of vidyagamesnpr0n.

This is an absolute disaster for all of Western civilisation. Without men, civilisation withers and dies.

So when Prof. Peterson came along telling his students and ever-growing army of fans to stand up straight, clean their rooms, put their houses in order, and generally act like decent human beings, I paid attention to him. I thought that he was on to something.

I never quite descended to the level of a cargo-cultist, mostly because I found his waffling, rambling style to be rather too ivory-tower for my tastes – I prefer plain speaking and straightforward ideas, not a bunch of waffling in the form of two-hour lectures on this, that, and the other. But I was certainly highly sympathetic to Prof. Peterson’s point of view.

And I was absolutely delighted by his utter demolition of one of the worst SJWs in the mainstream (((media))), in which he simply tore to shreds a feminist shrike from Channel 4 who insisted on trying to verbally bully and intimidate him. It was wonderful to watch Cathy Newman getting utterly outclassed and out-talked in her own house.

I thought that Prof. Jordan B. Peterson was “one of us” – not a committed member of the Hard Right, certainly, but a truth-seeker interested in figuring out how to preserve and protect the glories of Western civilisation from the dyscivic forces that currently seek to destroy it.

I was wrong.

As seems to happen pretty often in my life, it was the work of the Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) Vox Day that changed my mind. This is but the latest in a long list of such instances, and I am increasingly convinced that this is not an accident.

It was Voxemort the Malevolent’s direct influence that moved me decisively away from atheism and set me onto the path back to Our Father and His Son, the Lord Christ. It was his work that destroyed my naive belief in the shibboleths of free trade and Keynesian economics. It was his work that showed me what SJWs are, why they are so evil, and how to defeat them. It was he that guided me toward the Hard Right. It was his work that made me understand that we are at war for the very existence of Western civilisation – and that, when the war is done, ALL will bend the knee before Christ and acknowledge him as Lord and King, whether they like it or not.

The reason why the Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) has done such good work and helped so many people is very simple. He is a seeker of Truth – and he knows, understands, and appreciates that Truth is not dangerous. It is not to be feared. It certainly can be extremely uncomfortable when one runs into it – especially when one is forced to confront truths about oneself – but Truth itself sets you free.

This latest book of his is nothing more, and nothing less, than the Truth about Jordan B. Peterson.

It is not hyperbolic, though many of Vox’s detractors would like you to believe that it is. It does not take quotes out of context. It does not attempt to construct false syllogisms and use straw-man arguments. It simply takes Jordan B. Peterson’s own words – specifically from his writings, for the most part – and dissects them coldly, dispassionately, and rigourously.

The conclusions to which Voxemort the Malevolent comes may well be surprising to many. Certainly I found it very weird at first to think that Prof. Jordan Peterson is attempting to create a cult of personality around himself in order to get his followers to embrace mediocrity.

Once one actually looks carefully at what Vox Day is writing, however… the logic is inescapable and the conclusions hammer you with undeniable power.

It needs to be understood very clearly that Jordan B. Peterson is NOT on our side. He is not any form of conservative. He is not of the Right. He is not a Christian. He is not interested in truly turning boys into men.

He has no interest in preserving Western civilisation – he doesn’t even understand what the West really is. His understanding of the Graeco-Roman philosophical legacy is utterly laughable; contrary to what he said about man living in some sort of spiritual world imbued with meaning before the time of Francis Bacon, the fact is that empiricism – created by a chap named Sextus Empiricus – had been around for centuries. His attempt to conflate the Lord Christ with legends about Egyptian gods such as Horus is absurd. And his work for the United Nations puts the lie to any notion that he is interested in preserving the European, or any other, nations.

It would be bad enough if Prof. Peterson were not one of us. The man has a huge and active following that is attracted by his long, meandering, waffling lectures and his soft-spoken, elbow-patched, absent-minded professorial persona. The fact that he is telling young men to stand up straight, clean their rooms, take their medications, and stop to pet cats on the street (even though he himself doesn’t bother with cats and prefers dogs), is anodyne stuff. Any idiot could have come up with such things.

The problem here is that Prof. Peterson is trying to convince people not to abandon the Left – or, as he himself would put it, the neoliberal order. He does not think that liberalism is dead, as we do; instead, he thinks that it has simply gone off the rails and needs to be brought back in line by “reasonable liberals”. And so he argues (supposedly) that free speech is paramount and thought-policing is dangerous.

That is, he argues as such right up until it is more advantageous for him to act in a manner contrary to his public statements.

And here we come to the true danger of Jordan B. Peterson. The man is a pathological liar.

Voxemort the Malevolent breaks this down for us very clearly in the book. The lying, the dissembling, the bafflegarble that allows anyone listening to Peterson (as opposed to actually reading his work) to project his or her own ideas onto the professor’s words – it is all laid out carefully and remorselessly in black and white.

There is simply no escaping the fact that Jordan Peterson does not tell the truth. There is no getting away from the fact that the man is a massive Gamma. There is no way to avoid the reality that he is, or was, in a very bad place mentally.

Why is he so broken? Here, only speculation is possible, and I refuse to indulge in that sort of thing.

Vox Day, however, has no such compunctions. The hardest part of the book to digest, by far, is the notion that Jordan Peterson’s personal philosophy of Balance is aimed at creating a sort of global cult, in which he presents himself as a kind of secular Christ-like figure, who wants to take all of the suffering of the world upon himself and give his disciples a path out of the madness that will provide “balance” between the light and the dark.

And yet… it is nearly impossible to argue with the evidence presented in this book.

Esoteric though the explanations and subject matter may be, the fact is that Jordan Peterson’s philosophy, as espoused in 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos, is a road-map to mediocrity, banality, and “balance” – which really just means, “don’t be too good, and don’t be too evil”.

This notion of “balance” between order and chaos sounds great, because Prof. Peterson explains that too much order is just as bad as too much chaos. (That is, if you can sort through all of the endless bafflegarble about lobsters and dominance hierarchies and dopamine receptors and such.) But in reality, that path goes nowhere good.

The path of “balance” is not the path to the Truth. It is not the path to Christ. It is not the path to God the Father – whom Peterson cannot even define easily. It is the path to apathy and, ultimately, evil – because, to steal an old quote, apathy is the glove into which evil slips its hand.

There is much more to this book than what I have described here, even though it is quite brief. But, like all of Vox’s previous non-fictoin books, this is one that needs to be read by those who follow the teachings of his intended target. The Irrational Atheist made mincemeat out of the arguments of the New Atheists, and spawned a reasonably effective meme in the form of “The Four Horsemen of the Bukkakelypse”, and there was simply no way for followers of those so-called “thinkers” to defend their arguments from that day onward.

In the same manner, fans of Jordan Peterson need to read this book in order to understand just what a bag of goods they have been sold here. Jordan Peterson is not who they think he is. He is a false prophet who is traveling around the world preaching a completely nonsensical philosophy to people who are willing to pay $200 or more to attend his conferences and lectures, and have no ability to penetrate the dense verbal fog with which he surrounds his arguments. They have no skill to see through the mirroring game that he plays with them.

The Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) has done the work that the rest of us should have done a long time ago. That was our mistake – my mistake, as well. But now, the veil has been torn off this false prophet, and we can see him for what he really is.

For that, and that alone, Voxemort the Malevolent deserves our time, attention, and respect.