Speaking of Jordan Peterson...

A continuation of my recent posting.

When you go to Jordan Peterson's Patreon page, there are various notes alerting readers of his upcoming activities. In one of them from 2017, a "Note as of May 22", he wrote:  

"I also plan to start a series of conversations with moderate Muslims about the possibility of developing a bridge between that faith and the fundamental beliefs of the West. That will start June 1 with a discussion with Ayaan Hirsi Ali."

Where is this "series of conversations with moderate Muslims"?  We're already into January of 2019.  I see nary hide nor hair of it.  He did add that they will start with a discussion with Ayaan Hirsi Ali. As far as I can tell, that's the only thing yet available in his new project of "discussions" about this problem.

I don't know if I'll watch the whole thing; it's frustrating to have to endure Peterson's OCD tendency to articulate every damned nuance of every facet and angle and aspect of every damned point (at various times during these seemingly interminable clarifications by Peterson, one sees Ayaan on the other camera feed listening patiently, nodding and going "mm-hm" at certain junctures while Peterson drones on).  Peterson's style as a rhetorician is the oratorian equivalent of a neurotically fastidious bachelor who spends 37 minutes every morning making his bed through a meticulous process of smoothing out every last of the 417 creases in the fitted sheet, then the flat sheet that goes over that (while dutifully tucking in every corner and/or flap that needs folding), then the duvet atop the sheet, the plaid blanket over that, and finally the bedspread. And he's only getting started.  After making sure his bed is perfect, he has 1,001 other things to adjust throughout his day. One can almost see Peteron's brain gears working as he levers his thoughts and the nexus between his thoughts and his speaking mouth in order to try to maneuver a large, complex car into a difficult parallel parking spot in the most economical way, but without sacrificing his obsessive-compulsion for making sure every last jot and tittle is adequately represented.  

And don't get me started on Ayaan.