What does the way your attention moves across a crowded restaurant have to do with why civilizations collapse? In this lecture, Jordan Peterson opens where you’d least expect a talk about God to begin—with Richard Dawkins, a problem in cognitive science, and the uncomfortable fact that there are infinitely many true things you could attend to and only a handful you ever do. From there he moves through why you’ll pay money to watch a villain on a screen, what a sleeping lion has to do with your paycheck, and why a man who spent seventy-five years in his father’s tent was the one who finally got the invitation. What he’s building toward isn’t an argument for belief in the conventional sense, but something stranger and much harder to dismiss: that you have already placed the wager, every single time you decided what was worth looking at. The only question left is what you’ve been aiming at all along without admitting it.
This lecture was filmed on March 4th, 2024, in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
🚨 BREAKING: In a MASSVE move against the meatpacking monopoly, President Trump is hereby authorizing farmers and ranchers to DIRECTLY PROCESS their OWN FOOD
Trump is declaring WAR on artificially high meat prices! 🔥
"For years I have heard that they have had a tremendous problem with the Big Processors, who many say are a nasty Monopoly."
"There are, essentially, 4 of them, a very non competitive number, and they make life miserable for our wonderful Farmers and Ranchers, and I can’t let that happen, can I?"
"So, in order to break this powerful monopoly, with much of its ownership based outside of the U.S., I am authorizing legal documents to be drawn in order to allow Farmers and Ranchers to be given the right to PROCESS THEIR OWN FOOD."
"This should move quickly. Thank you for your attention to this matter! President DONALD J. TRUMP"
Esos tres niños fueron estrangulados por su madre, Lindsay Clancy, en los Estados Unidos.
El juicio está terminando. Ella confesó haberlos matado. No hay duda de eso.
Afuera del tribunal, cientos de feministas piden su libertad, la celebran, y hasta le han juntado 1 millón de dólares para pagar su defensa.
El feminismo quedó una vez más al desnudo: no es más que una excusa para que la mujer pueda asesinar a sus propios hijos, y una coartada para que jamás sea responsabilizada moral y jurídicamente de nada.
Es la ideología de las mujeres débiles, de las malvadas, las fracasadas y las frustradas; de quienes necesitan escuchar lo “oprimidas” que están para liberarse de toda responsabilidad moral.
Ojalá la basura de Clancy se pudra en la cárcel. Y ojalá que muchas chicas tomen nota de lo que verdaderamente promueve el feminismo.
Elon Musk acaba de plantar cara a Bruselas y dar una buena bofetada a la reina de la censura y gran enemiga de la libertad de expresión.
La Unión Europea ha multado a X con 120 millones de euros por “falta de transparencia” del algoritmo.
La respuesta de Musk ha sido publicar todo el algoritmo en GitHub...
y hacer públicas todas las peticiones de censura que llegan de los gobiernos, incluidas las de la propia Unión Europea, que parece especialmente aficionada a pedirlas.
What does a punk rock concert full of sneering nihilists have to do with the oldest question about how to live? In this lecture, the final numbers of a long tour, Jordan Peterson begins somewhere unexpected: a Ramones show decades ago, where a room full of people who claimed life was meaningless could not stop moving to the music. That contradiction becomes a thread he pulls until something enormous comes loose, a case that the meaning you insist isn't there is woven into the way you perceive, the way you listen, and the aim you set without realizing you have set it. Along the way he takes apart the fantasy of a life without struggle, asks why a seventy-year-old man asleep in comfort is the least enviable figure in the Bible, and arrives, in the quietest moment of the night, at a piece of advice about love so simple and so practical that you will wonder why no one ever told you. What begins with a joke about slam dancing ends with a question you answer every time you decide what to look for.
This lecture was recorded on February 5th, 2024 in Manchester, New Hampshire.
Agustín Laje: “Cuando Milei asume y cierra el Ministerio de la Mujer, decían que Argentina no iba a ser segura para las mujeres. En dos años, los asesinatos de mujeres cayeron un 28%.”
Trump should propose the same law that Argentina president Javier Milei just introduced: If politicians run a deficit, they STOP GETTING PAID.
YES! DO IT NOW!
No salaries for public officials, from the president down to members of Congress, until the budget is balanced. Public office was never supposed to be a lucrative career for narcissists and psychopaths. It was meant to be a civic duty and an obligation.
Javier Milei’s "Fiscal Shackle" law finally forces accountability. If politicians don't do their job, THEY pay the price, not the taxpayers. Why can’t we have common sense like this in America?
Everybody knows the deserts are expanding.
Everybody knows that climate change threatens our food supplies.
LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES.
The planet is greener, by an area 3x that of the Amazon. The Sahara is shrinking fast. Crops are thriving like never before.
Enough Net Zero posturing. Enough demoralizing the young.
To hell with the false prophets of environmental doom.
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💥 PUM 💥
Le salió el tiro por la culata a la científica
Invitó a Jonathan Haidt, catedrático en la Universidad de New York para hablar de las plataformas digitales.
¿Y que creen que le dijo?
"Le recomiendo NO regular o prohibir contendidos"
¡ Plop !
Se quedó muda la doña.
Nothing in my life compares to my children.
I have had a career overwhelming in its depth, excitement, intrigue, mystery and consequence. I love my wife Tammy deeply—loyal, beautiful, provocative—my friend for more than fifty years. It's a privilege and an honor to be married to her. I can't believe my good fortune in a partner.
But nothing in my life compares to my children.
And they in turn love their children. Julian and his wife Jillian have three. That's an increasingly rare accomplishment. They were bested on that front, however, this week.
My daughter Mikhaila and her husband Jordan welcomed the arrival of their fourth child Francis Jordan Fuller, eight pounds one oz, Tuesday, July 28 at 11:14 PM.
Mother and son are doing well.
Let us take a moment, in consequence, to marvel at women.
Over the last three years, I watched my daughter Mikhaila juggle my affairs and my illness, start and run Peterson Academy with her husband Jordan, launch Afterparty, a new commercial product, while preparing two more (coming soon), and initiate a formal clinical trial of a dietary intervention for autoimmune disorders—all the while, pregnant and with small children.
George is not yet three, Audrey not two, and now, in the midst of all that, Francis. And her pregnancies have not been easy: Mik's health is precarious, in consequence of her auto-immune condition, which manifested itself early in her life and took two of her joints: her left ankle and her right hip. She's managed to put into remission what the staff at the Toronto Hospital for Sick Children described as the worst case of juvenile rheumatoid arthritis they had even seen. But maintaining that requires constant attention and management.
Mikhaila has an older child, too. Elizabeth Scarlett, now nearing nine. She's an absolute delight, as healthy, well-managed children can God willing be: clowny, happy, clear-headed, playful, beautiful, social, friendly, smart and talented. George, a little clown himself, is thriving and—more miraculously—so is Audrey.
That little girl was hospitalized last year with a rare virally induced cardiac problem. It almost killed her. Mikhaila and my son-in-law JF spent weeks in the hospital with their new baby. Thank God she recovered.
None of that stopped my daughter. In the midst of catastrophe, she determined to bring forth new life: three children in the last three years. An all-consuming enterprise, which she has managed without being all consumed.
I suppose in some ways it's the most commonplace of things, although the deadly low birth rate in the West suggests otherwise. But life is the miraculous in the commonplace: there are some nine billion of us, but every one of us is unique—something that never happened before and never will again. The wise remember that every second of their lives.
And now we have Francis.
Congratulations, to Mikhaila and JF.
Congratulations, Tam, my love.
And to baby Francis Fuller: welcome to the world, terrible and wonderful as it is.