Adam Piggott

Gentleman adventurer

Month: October 2017 Page 1 of 4

There are no short cuts.

Over at Asshole Consulting, Aaron Clarey received a video request from a client who requested for Aaron to go into detail about what was the hardest question he has had to face in his life. Aaron contemplated this and realised that the most difficult thing he has had to grapple with was the perplexity associated with wondering what was wrong with him.

Even though I’m not much of a video guy I sat through and watched this until the end, for I too was in the same position when I was a young man.

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The art of consistency and the riot act.

I am sure that my learned readers are familiar with Aesop’s fable of The Tortoise and the Hare. The hare is spectacularly advantaged over his opponent but it is the tortoise’s consistency which gets him over the line. To put it bluntly, the hare goofs off. To put it even more bluntly, the tortoise knew that the hare would goof off which was why he challenged him to the race to begin with. Always know your opponent better than he does.

There are lots of lessons in that little fable but the one that I want to elaborate on today is the art of consistency. Consistency is to success in life what confidence is to success with women.

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COTW – Pigs don't stink, do they?

This week we have a triple comment of the week, seeing as all of three of them contributed to the outcome.
From Marsultor13You do not. I repeat do not want to raise pigs. Not unless you find the odor of manure highly appealing anyway. Pigs stink. Literally.
And from BerndI once helped out a friend with a farm for 2 weeks. He raised pigs and cows, they were outside on the fields most of the time. The smell was horrid. He had a stable for them near the house. Inside of this stable, the stench was unbelievable. I had to burn my clothes after being inside, because no washing whatsoever could get rid of the smell lingering in the cloth.

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COTW – Pigs don’t stink, do they?

This week we have a triple comment of the week, seeing as all of three of them contributed to the outcome.

From Marsultor13You do not. I repeat do not want to raise pigs. Not unless you find the odor of manure highly appealing anyway. Pigs stink. Literally.

And from BerndI once helped out a friend with a farm for 2 weeks. He raised pigs and cows, they were outside on the fields most of the time. The smell was horrid. He had a stable for them near the house. Inside of this stable, the stench was unbelievable. I had to burn my clothes after being inside, because no washing whatsoever could get rid of the smell lingering in the cloth.

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Friday links & hawt chicks – The male pussification edition.

This is going up a bit earlier than expected as I have to make an unscheduled dash into Amsterdam. I wonder how many wolf whistles I will get?
I had a weird gym session this morning. Did my best ever effort on both the squat and the deadlift, (blew the deadlift out of the water to be quite honest), and yet I had an absolutely miserable time on the overhead press, only managing to close out the first 2 sets. Still, I finished with the deadlift so I went out feeling not all bad.
One interesting thing occurred during my workout. A song came on the radio that I have heard before but never really paid any attention to it until now. It is exhibit 15b in the pussification of the Western male.

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Friday links & hawt chicks – The male pussification edition.

This is going up a bit earlier than expected as I have to make an unscheduled dash into Amsterdam. I wonder how many wolf whistles I will get?

I had a weird gym session this morning. Did my best ever effort on both the squat and the deadlift, (blew the deadlift out of the water to be quite honest), and yet I had an absolutely miserable time on the overhead press, only managing to close out the first 2 sets. Still, I finished with the deadlift so I went out feeling not all bad.

One interesting thing occurred during my workout. A song came on the radio that I have heard before but never really paid any attention to it until now. It is exhibit 15b in the pussification of the Western male.

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All your masculinity are belong to us.

Jonathan McIntosh is a self-proclaimed male feminist. He was Anita Sarkeesian’s partner in her feminist frequency project until he mysteriously departed. As Robert McCain notes, male feminists do seem to have a somewhat uncomfortable history of turning out to be sexual predators.

McIntosh produced a video outlining what he claims is the inherent misogyny that resides in television and film portrayals of nerds. Apparently it is the most shared feminist video on YouTube right now. The best enemies of men are always men themselves.

As McCain notes, it really does seem like men can’t win anymore.

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The noble art of shaming.

No matter what the untalented educated tell you, there is no science of addiction. It is a deceit wrapped up in layers of conceit, a fanciful wish fulfillment ‘get out of jail free card’ for the permanently lazy professional victims that multiply amongst us quicker than you can say, ‘pass me the jellied doughnut’.

The act of transforming the seven deadly sins into some type of “addiction” is a neat trick. Whereas before you were a gluttonous lazy fat pig, now you are a “victim”. Being in the victim class is big business these days. Why do you think all of the liberal progressives are on a suicidal mission to destroy their own white race? The answer is because they hate being a majority, but instead of doing us all a favor and moving to Africa they seek instead to become a minority in their own homelands. That way they can feel special too.

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Podcast #61 – The leaving the anglosphere episode.

The one where I answer a reader’s email regarding how bad will things get in Australia and which countries should he be looking at to emigrate. Also, I explain the term ‘gender’, question why the US military is in Niger of all places, and comment on an Australian woman who got shot to death last week in Nairobi.

Piggott Farm.

The other day regular commenter Hans begged me to write something along the lines of “cars or bikes or boats or guns or flat earth……anything except women.”

In the move to The Netherlands I sold my car and my bike, (great sadness), and the only thing I know about guns is that I know nothing about guns, (although I plan to rectify this in the future).

So flat earth it will have to be.

This is more apt than it looks, as the good wife and I are hunting for a property to purchase over here, and as no doubt many of you know, The Netherlands is flatter than a lesbian’s chest.

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