To quickly give an impression of where I’m coming from, I have many issues with leftism. I definitely reacted against what I saw as the Freudo-Marxist indoctrination element in my degree course. When I became interested in political activism after graduating, my other main passions were altered states, occultism and environmentalism — so the left, largely hostile to such things at the time (the early ’90s), was largely my enemy.3 My sympathies with the left, while never amounting to ‘conversion’, have grown as I’ve matured and educated myself, and seen neoliberalism unfold. My youthful resentment of the blinkered nature of Marxist academia left its mark, but it’s been tempered. So I’ve a lot of sympathy with some of Peterson’s general critique, and I know a lot of even left-leaning graduates have. But I’m deeply wary of his caustic bitterness, his sometimes cavalier attitude to the truth he professes to value so highly, and his blithe courting of the currents of ugly reaction that course through the world today.