Adam Piggott

Gentleman adventurer

Risk, randomness and the plague.

Just a quick Thursday post as I have a rather busy day today. On the subject of prepping I have never been a big fan. I also think that the Corona virus is more fear-mongering than anything else, specifically designed to crash the US economy in time for the November election.

However, I am also a dedicated student of risk and its inherent randomness in the real world sense, not in an academic capacity. So all things considered you might want to buy a few more groceries this week.

Australian conservatives unite with the ideological left to punish a woman for speaking.

Bettina Arndt is an Australian sex therapist and men’s rights activist. I have written about her before and to put it mildly, I disagree with most of her positions regarding helping us poor men. The whole idea of women helping men to stand up for themselves against the current gynocracy is beyond pathetic. We don’t need no help from women.

That said, Arndt is no favorite of the left. When she received an Order of Australia award last month, the feminist harpies went into overdrive meltdown. The usual demands by the usual social media mobs were made in outrage, this time that such a woman had received an award. Arndt is the wrong type of woman for the feminazis and the femcels. As such, all benefits of belonging to the female category on the grievance totem pole go out the window.

But the Australia Council held firm in the face of these limp wristed demands. Unfortunately, the same praise cannot be given to the Australian parliament. After Arndt’s comments on the recent murder of a woman and three children by the father and husband, the cucks that inhabit parliament have fallen over each other to be at the front of the line to publicly punish Arndt.

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A tale of disease and power.

This piece on the Corona virus is doing the rounds today:

“The year 2020 – The year all of China will weep. The omens will be so bad that the New Year will not be celebrated. Then the plague will come. It will come with a fury – the tigers and the wolves will hide in the mountains. The plague will encompass all the land – and will eventually spread to the whole world. Very soon – rice will become so expensive that no one can eat. Then the rivers will sink all the boats. People in that year will only be able to harvest rice in the very early spring. There will be no harvest of late season rice, beans, wheat, and oats because vast clouds of locusts will lay waste to the entire countryside. I, Gentleman Zigong, assure you Chinese in 2020 that the locusts will fall from the skies and the destruction will be complete. Smoke and fire will fill the fields – but nothing will be able to stop the swarms. Once the locusts have destroyed the land and the smoke is still coming from the ground, the rivers will flood the countryside. I, Gentleman Zigong, will tell you Chinese in 2020 how to survive. Remain very close to your families and your neighbors. The best is to have stored up plenty of gold and food to live and share freely with those you love. Tolerate no thieves among the people. Be uniters and not dividers. If you can do all these things, you will survive.”

While the virus may just be dangerous for the old, already sick and inform, there is nothing more destructive than collective fear. If you do not feed the animals in the stables then the animals will die and rot, which will cause more disease. It is a vicious circle.

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Podcast #136 – The hospitality episode.

A trip this week to the Scottish city of Aberdeen has me musing on hospitality among other topics.

Gay marriage – it was always about the children.

An old conservative curmudgeon who lives in a small, rural town in South East Nebraska has a detailed article examining the impact of the Australian gay marriage vote two years on. What he finds is not good at all. He has many examples of people being persecuted for wrong-think as regards homosexuality, from sportspeople and other prominent public figures to members of the medical profession. This informal and unorganised bullying is about to take an official form with legislation before the Queensland parliament which will make ‘gay conversion therapy’ illegal.

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Friday hawt chicks & links – The wrong-think edition.

The hawt chicks & links has had a rough old week, with travel, hotels and budget airlines some of the horrors that have had to be endured. More about that in this week’s podcast. But right now we have the very late edition of linkage and hawtness for you all to enjoy. One of the defining characteristics of men of our time is the chronic lack of an individual backbone when it comes to matters of importance. This structural deficiency is prominent in men on both sides of the political spectrum. Of course, it is a defining characteristic for male leftists, so that is not in any way an earth shattering pronouncement. But since the politically acceptable right has followed in lock step with its opponents, the men on the approved right who rise to prominence are mirror images of their supposed ideological enemies.

Take for example Julius Krein. No, I’m serious – please take him.

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No NHS for you, bigot.

I have just returned from a very brief trip to the UK. I passed through Birmingham airport on my way through to Aberdeen, and in the transiting area were numerous large billboards begging for interested and skilled parties to apply for the many nursing positions that are obviously up for grabs. Not being one for giving comfort unless it is in the form of a bottle of Balvenie scotch whiskey, (my new tipple), I ignored these pleas and continued on my journey. Never give to charities and never apply for a guaranteed nursing position in the NHS.

The British National Health Service used to be the pride of the nation, but that was before they opened the doors of the nation wide open to anyone with a pulse and an ability to fall over the doormat. Now it is in serious danger of collapsing due to the huge numbers of patients that it has not had the capacity to keep up with.

What to do, what to do? Kicking out the dusky foreigners is politically unpalatable so another outcome needs to be secured. No doubt about it, they have to reduce the numbers of patients, and the largest demographic is the British native working class. Horrible bunch, really; always eating crisps and moaning about the lengthy queues behind all of the foreign imports. Best to get rid of the lot of them, but how can we do so in a politically correct and magnanimous way?

UK’s National Health Service can refuse to treat ‘racist,’ ‘sexist,’ and ‘homophobic’ patients under new rules.

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You don’t need game in marriage, but you do need God.

It’s been 15 months since my ex-wife blew up our marriage because feelings. When it happened I wrote a few articles on the subject as a way of attempting to understand what was happening, but since those initial jottings I have resisted revisiting the subject. I needed time to reflect and contemplate what had happened. Time to slowly digest the lessons learned and to reorganise my own thoughts about it all.

One of the first pieces that I wrote as a response to the divorce was a revisit of an earlier article that I had written, You don’t need game in marriage. My immediate assumption was that I had been incorrect in my earlier assessment. This lead me to the conclusion that game was in fact essential, or at least some sort of game during the marriage. Here is what I said at the time:

My incorrect assumption was that once you have frame then you’ll always have frame. Not so, grasshopper. You can lose frame in a moment.

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Podcast #135 – The godless marriage episode.

15 months after my ex-wife walked out, I am now ready to reflect on the lessons learned.

Links mentioned:

sigmaframe.wordpress.com/2019/11/03/o…lue-of-game/

dailystormer.su/we-are-all-incels…hing-as-a-volcel/

 

Friday hawt chicks & links – The weekend edition.

The hawt chicks & links for this week is dedicated to the weekend. This dedication is due to missing the Friday time slot and having to get this out on Saturday morning before all of my revolting fans begin revolting. And after all, what’s better than a Saturday morning? You have the entire weekend in front of you. So many possibilities, so much time, endless dreams of relaxation and peacefulness.

Then you remember that you have to do a bunch of stuff that you’d rather not do, but if you wish to continue to exist in a civilized state then your prospects of avoidance are dim.

The reason that the hawt chicks & links is a bit late is due to your humble host going out last night for a few beers with friends. And I got my hair cut at my favorite barber. And we went with a new style. I can go with a new hair style due to the fact that I still have all my hair. My barber is quite excited. Something new! he exclaimed. Thankfully there was no hair dye involved; just the simple swish of sharp scissors, and the aromas and scents of a real barbershop. There’s nothing like it.

So here is to your collective weekends. May your new hair style bring you sundry visits from old flames that somehow missed hitting the dreaded wall.

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