The Fall of Jordan Peterson

I was a young man when I first encountered Jordan Peterson. It was in 2015, a time when the world felt fragmented and headed towards a tipping point. Conversations with friends and family about society felt either dishonest or too filtered by new speech dogmas to be meaningful or valuable. In that vacuum, Peterson, then a relatively obscure psychology professor from the University of Toronto, emerged like a rogue prophet. Armed with Jungian archetypes, Biblical metaphors, and an inexplicable obsession with crustaceans, he wasn’t your average academic. He was a thinker who spoke with urgency, conviction, and clarity about order, suffering, and meaning in an era that felt adrift.