Peterson’s friends include a deadbeat, a porn star and a child sex trafficking enabler. He was custom-built to write for Daily Mail.
“A man’s friendships are one of the best measures of his worth.” —Charles Darwin
Bigot blogger Jacques Peterson has odd taste in friends.
Yes, Jacques Peterson, the anti-Scientology bigot who pushed his anti-religious tirades under a pseudonymous X handle—then, when exposed, ditched and deleted the whole account, resuming his screeds under a new identity, but not before having a conversation with himself as yet a third identity, clucking at his own manufactured canards, then nodding vigorously in agreement.
Yes, that Jacques Peterson. A weird fellow with a weird penchant for picking dangerously weird losers to chum around with.
Is there a progression here in Peterson’s choice of buds? A downward trajectory of judgment—from moocher to smoocher to all-around psycho and perv?
Friend #1: Yashar Ali, a deadbeat, self-proclaimed bigot whose Olympic-level sponging off celebrities—to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars—Los Angeles Magazine laid open for all to see. Those revelations, coupled with his own profane rantings about the Church of Scientology (in and amongst the tsunamis of venom he spews at his own shrinking gaggle of followers) plunged him into the abyss of disgrace and obscurity.
Friend #2: Angela Gabrielle White, an award-winning porn star. Among the trophies on her mantle are Favorite Female Porn Star, Best Group Sex Scene, Most Amazing Sex Toy and Most Spectacular Boobs (there are more, but this is a family-friendly site). She is a proud inductee in the X-Rated Critics Organization (XRCO) Hall of Fame and has been dubbed by The Daily Beast “the Meryl Streep of porn.”
Friend #3: Tony Ortega, whom The New York Times named the chief “attack dog” working on behalf of the world’s number-one online sex trafficking hub, Backpage. While targeting those exposing the human rights abuse, Ortega sugar-coated the wholesale gang-raping and out-and-out murder of teenage girls for profit.
Backpage has since been shut down by the FBI, with its executives tried and convicted, but Ortega remains at large, banging at the keys with anti-Scientology drivel while promoting the glories of electroshock, a procedure labeled by the UN, media and courts of law as torture.
Is there a progression here in Peterson’s choice of buds? A downward trajectory of judgment—from moocher to smoocher to all-around psycho and perv?
For the answer, let’s back up a bit and talk about you.
Who are the three people you feel closest to? Yes, those three. They reflect your worldview. They are the ones you clutch to your heart with hoops of steel, for they see life and people the way you do—they see the world through your eyes and you through theirs.
You are known, then, for good reason, by the company you keep.
Who are Jacques Peterson’s Big Three? Yashar is a hate-barfing parasite. Angela exploits her body for pay on-screen, and Tony, well, Tony takes the worst of the other two—Yashar’s hate plus Angela’s titillation-for-profit—and sets it on turbo-sleaze.
What do these friends of his have in common with Jacques?
They, like him, use the First Amendment to justify their degradations. Yashar can write and shriek whatever bilge he wants; Angela can contort herself on the silver screen into any sexual pose to execute any sexual act her particular public demands, and Tony can claim Backpage’s ads had a perfect right to “accidentally” sell children for sex—all as exercises in “freedom of speech.”
Tony Ortega, in particular, is indeed decked out from cellar to dome with boughs of folly. If one were searching for a human being thoroughly degraded by word and deed, one couldn’t reach much lower. But having “child sex trafficking enabler” and “electroshock enthusiast” on his résumé were apparently more than enough to qualify Ortega to now blog-bomb Jacques’ Daily Mail anti-Scientology blather as a “trusted” “source” of “information” on parishioners of a global religion.
One runs out of air quotes.
Four centuries ago, Thomas Hobbes predicted the existence of Jacques Peterson when the English philosopher mused, “A man’s conscience and his judgment is the same thing; and as the judgment, so also the conscience, may be erroneous.”
And so it is with Jacques. Both his conscience and his judgment are Marco Polo-ing at each other in the quicksand.
Jacques himself can find neither.
Well… at least he’s got his friends…