Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window
‘I’ll splash you with icy, salty slush as I drive by in my evil but warm Ford Bronco SUV, and help you derive the consequent delicate pleasure of your own narcissistic martyrdom.’ — Dr Jordan Peterson
‘Leave us alone — or reap the whirlwind!’ — JBP
SATURDAY
A strange kind of weekend. Endings, new beginnings. Unshakable sense of the transitory. Chopping and changing. Things falling apart, centres beginning to give. I don’t mean just plans and routines, though those too, but a kind of disintegration of the existing order in a pattern that feels unavoidab…