Narcissism And Jason Arday

“There’s a suggestion of acute narcissism, a complete lack of empathy.” – Sherlock Holmes, A Game of Shadows

Arday didn’t know much about sociology, but he said he could explain the Dunning-Kruger effect better than anyone else.  (All memes this post are as-found.)

Jason Arday is not pining for the fjords.  He has joined the choir invisible and is now an ex-academic.  During his career and, indeed, his lifetime I cannot see anything useful he did or anything of value he contributed to humanity other than developing a technique to make his skin shiny.  Beyond that, it appears that the only impact he had, at all, was in allowing liberal white ladies over the age of 40 to virtue signal when they were around him.

Arday was a construct of Arday.  It appears that whenever his mouth was moving he was either lying or popping out a nonsense group of syllables intended to make himself look “smart”.  Paraphrasing Matt Walsh, smart people make complicated things seem simple, dumb people make simple things seem complicated.

Arday was in the latter, but that is part of being in academia.  Academics have to create a jargon that they use among themselves to make it difficult for regular people to understand.  Otherwise, regular people would realize how full of shit they are.

Arday fit right in.

Jason Arday announced in a press release that he invented a new word for the English language:  Plagiarism. 

Yet, among a group that is often the fakest of the fake, Arday became perhaps the biggest fake in all of academia.  And they closed ranks around him, and continue to close ranks around him.  Why?  Because if people look too closely, they might start to ask, “what is sociology and why is it considered more of a real science than, say, predicting the future by interpreting the size and shape of Obama’s moles?

But back to Arday.  Why lie.  I mean, he was the youngest black professor in the history of Cambridge®, which is the third-oldest operating university in the world, if you exclude Hogwarts©.  So, he could have kept quiet and put his head down and lived the good life of academics pretending to be important, drinking nice booze, and eating all the bacon-wrapped shrimp he wanted.

That wasn’t Jason’s plan.  No.  He’d go full retard, and do things like responding to someone asking about sentence similarity between one of Arday’s papers and one of another academic with, “Instead of spending your time trying to dismantle racism and ableism, you have spent what I assume is hours combing through my work looking for mistakes.”

Ha!

See that?  If you question Arday you are a racist.  And a bully.  And probably sick and a mean ninnypooper.  He closed with, “Anything further from you will be considered bullying and harassment.”

Note that Arday never said the critic was wrong, just racist, and I guess that makes black people immune from anything in 2026.

Is a group of Karens called “a migraine”?

At some point, Arday had to see that the writing was on the wall.  I mean, he had, for over a decade, put out lie after lie.  And these weren’t lies like, “no, your butt looks fine in those pants” that were unverifiable.

No.  He claimed to have been a professional soccer player for a top-level team in the UK.  That he had a brain tumor.  That he raised millions of pounds (appears to be a metric currency with “£” as the symbol) for charity.  Claimed to have run 30 marathons in 35 days, one while having a broken leg.  Claimed he couldn’t read until he was 18.

Arday never lied to his radiologist, he knew the radiologist would see right through him.

None of these lies really got Arday anything except attention from middle-aged white liberal women who would believe anything Arday said.  Anything.

But, apparently, that’s what got Arday off.  He simply could not stop lying throughout his entire life.  And it worked.

Until it didn’t.

Finally, there had been enough time since St. George of Floyd died, and people finally started asking questions about all the lies and plagiarism coming from Arday.  Now, it could be asked, and one Nathan Cofnas asked the question, “But how much of ‘the most ridiculous story ever told [the way Arday describe his story – JW]’ is true [emphasis in original]?”

Of course, Cofnas could not be allowed to besmirch the honor of George Floyd Jason Arday.  So, Cofnas was put on probation after Arday’s suicide (and Cofnas thinks he’ll be fired) reportedly at the orders of Petra De Sutter, the transgender Belgian gynecologist (man pretending to be a woman) who runs the University.

Yes, this is the most 2020s story, ever.

Wait until the protesters find out there’s a place called the Black Sea.

At the core, though, I think the reason why Arday chose to leave this mortal coil is his narcissism.  He was adored by middle-aged leftist white ladies wherever he went.  He was a glistening black basset hound whose large eyes seemed to echo their sympathy back to them.  “Oh, I know you’re a racist, and I know that you know you’re a racist, but I love you anyway.”

I heard one podcast he was on where he made the (white GloboLeftist) host cry by telling him how important he was to young black men.  Did Arday give examples?  No.  He just kept softly cooing how important this man’s radio show had been.  Why was it important?

Don’t know, he didn’t say.  But, trust me bro, you made a difference.  In this case, it was Arday’s narcissism being weaponized against a soft lefty who just wanted his virtue to be recognized.

One, like Arday, who builds a life on lies is afraid of one thing:  Truth.

I’m betting that Arday didn’t write this one, but maybe one that was nearly identical.

And, thanks to Cofnas, it came rushing in.  Cambridge© had to wait until it was undeniable and inevitable to move.  Multiple investigations were started into Arday, since it seemed that his lies were too much even for the hard-GloboLeft bacon-wrapped shrimp eaters at Cambridge©.  Maybe they were worried that he’d expose the grift and no more shrimp?

Regardless, to Arday it must have been the worst.  Every lie that he made (as in, everything he ever said, likely) would be categorized and dissected and he’d have to retire to the board of directors of some GloboLeftist organization determined to import millions of non-whites into Britain and turn them into narcissists, too.

No, that wouldn’t happen.  Arday would make himself bereft of life because, for him, the lie was the point.  He could not live life without the love and adoration and admiration for things that he had never accomplished.

Arday was a construct of Arday, and lived and died as a lie.  Except for the shiny skin.  I mean, how the heck did he do that?