Chronicles of Twatrick: Nothing really new at the moment.

I'll have more to say in a couple of days at the next interestversary but, in the meantime, if you haven't seen Patrick Ross' moist panty adoration of quack and grifter Dr. Jordan Peterson, well, have at it. There is something amusing in watching a 40-something loser wax poetic about Jungian psychology and archetypes when he couldn't even get a simple sociology degree after seven years, and his life can be reasonably described as a dumpster fire of a train wreck of a plane crash.

In any event, check back in a couple of days.