You have never seen these two men in the same place at the same time. By all accounts, their lives and lifestyles are such that they would have no reason to be seen together. What better way to hide a psyop on the disenfranchised young white men of the West than to use a man who is, by all accounts, a mediocre actor, and contract him into the role of a Canadian father-in-absentia?
Drag up images of these two guys. It’s right out in the open. Aging make-up and prosthetics account for the subtle differences in skin tone and face structure. They’re about the same height. But the really damning thing? Peterson’s ad-hoc manner of speaking reveals a general comfort with improvisation—and not simply the improvisation necessary to lecture, but the improvisation necessary to act opposite of people. What he’s saying might be complete word salad (in fact, most of the time, it’s exactly that), but that’s because, of course, Hiddleston isn’t a psychologist or a philosopher. He just plays one on stage.
Hiddleston doesn’t need to be well-versed in psychology to fool anyone. He just needs to have read the quick run-downs of Jung and Nietzsche; anything he improvises that clashes with those can be chocked up to personal license. And he can have his books ghost-written by the same crew that ghost-writes all of the memoirs of US Presidents and senators.
But you might be saying, “Merri, what the hell? Wouldn’t it be easier to just find a gullible and guilt-laden professor from some Canadian university to push a globalist agenda while ostensibly attempting to stave off the inevitable radicalization of the youth?”
In other news, QNUW’s podcast has its third episode up. Give it a listen, though if you’ve been following the main blog then you’ve already read it. I’m not that big into this podcasting gig yet, but I’m learning the ropes and I feel like I’m getting a little better. This recent ep should be up on youtube by tomorrow night.