Adam Piggott

Gentleman adventurer

Month: January 2018 Page 2 of 4

Fake news, fake restaurants, and fake ratings websites.

I have just come across the wonderful story of how a young man in London created a fake restaurant listing on TripAdvisor and set about making it the number 1 rated restaurant in London, even though the restaurant itself didn’t actually exist. It took him 5 months to reach the coveted number 1 spot. Here is his take on it in his own words.

Here is a video of how the entire process came about. The restaurant was called The Shed at Dulwich for the simple reason that the writer behind the prank actually did live in a shed in Dulwich.

TripAdvisor has come out with a standard corporate doubletalk bit of nonsense proclaiming that its computer algorithms are the absolute best at determining what is real and what is fake.

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Leg cutting soars amongst Millennial youth.

Reports are surfacing of a dangerous and disturbing new trend amongst young Millennials. Not content with eating dishwasher capsules, or ‘pods’ as they are known to the thousands of addicted youth, the new game in town appears to be that of cutting off one’s own legs.

Youth service workers are calling the spate of leg cutting as a ‘desperate cry for help from young people whose needs and desires have been criminally ignored by the capitalist state and the sins of the patriarchal society to which we are beholden’. More moderate commenters on the spate of lower limb bloodletting describe it as ‘a bunch of nutters who must be off their heads on pods’.

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Cathy Newman demonstrates exactly why there are so few women CEOs.

I have been having a bit of a catch up online after my week spent skiing in Italy, and one of the highlights has to be this glorious interview of Dr Jordan Peterson by one Cathy Newman of Channel 4 in Britain. I urge you to watch it immediately if you have not already done so as I have no doubt that it will soon be banished to the interwebs for the crime of making leftist statist feminist lunatics look bad.

In the interview, Newman displays some angst at the horrible situation of there being only 7 women CEOs in the top 100 FTSE companies.

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What women want.

What do women want? That’s a very straightforward question to answer:

Women want a strong man.

But understanding the depth that is inherent in this answer is far more difficult. Some men gain this knowledge in an intuitive way. It could be that this is intuitive for almost all men from an early age, but for some their upbringing and environment help to eliminate or pervert it. It was most certainly perverted for me; I had to work long and hard to rediscover it.

Let me take you through the various aspects of what it means to be a strong man who is by default desirable to women.

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Three new sites on the old blogroll.

I’ve added three new blogs to the blogroll to start of 2018. Only discovered these guys in the last few days but highly recommended for your daily reading pleasure.

Borepatch.

Raconteur Report.

Splendid Isolation.

Check them out.

Sovietman reviews Pushing Rubber Downhill.

Sovietman was kind enough to purchase my first book Pushing Rubber Downhill, and then was even kinder to review it.

There’s a secret place just outside Melbourne on the Yarra River. We normally don’t spread the word too widely because we don’t want it to become crowded with bloody tourists, but because you’re my mates, and mostly in America anyway, I’ll tell you about it.

It’s called Pound Bend. The river does a large, irregular loop and comes back to itself. You park your car in the middle then float down the river on a lilo or boogie board or, like some people I know, a baby pool with beer-filled esky.

To float all the way around, through the bush and past occasional tiger snakes, takes about three of the most relaxing hours you’re ever likely to enjoy. And when you’re finished you can walk back up to the carpark from the other side and go home.

You can’t see what’s ahead of you because each twist and turn hides the way ahead. Sometimes the bush becomes thick and jungly. Sometimes the river slows over rocky shallows and you have to get out and walk. There are deep, cold waterholes, ancient river red gums and occasional sand bars that make a good spot to stop and sunbathe or piss.

This is what Pushing Rubber Downhill is like. The young Adam starts in one spot, you think you can guess where he’s headed, then all of a sudden there’s a bend, an unexpected cataract and he’s on the other side of the world getting scammed by a Ugandan hit man.

Read the rest. And then pick up a copy if you haven’t already done so. It’s the only way you can support me as I don’t go around begging on Patreon or whatever else the loser kids are using these days.

I don't take photos.

Vox Day has repeatedly warned people that posting photos of your children on the internet is obnoxious at best and dangerous at worst, (particularly if you leave the metadata on the pictures so that people can find the location as one wag noted.) Now a 16 year old Italian boy has successfully obtained a court order that prohibits his mother from posting pictures of him online without his permission.
Vox calls it photo-preening.

It’s natural to be proud of your children. But they do not exist to serve your ego, and as a parent, you should be far more concerned about protecting their privacy and their futures than in trying to demonstrate to everyone what a wonderful father or mother you are, or how fabulous your genetic legacy happens to be, or showing the distant relatives they barely know what they look like. That’s what Christmas cards are for.

I don’t take photos, I don’t own a camera, and I haven’t bothered to learn how to use the camera on my phone. I hardly take my phone with me anyway. If the bad guys ever try to track me then most of the time they’ll think I’m at home.

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I don’t take photos.

Vox Day has repeatedly warned people that posting photos of your children on the internet is obnoxious at best and dangerous at worst, (particularly if you leave the metadata on the pictures so that people can find the location as one wag noted.) Now a 16 year old Italian boy has successfully obtained a court order that prohibits his mother from posting pictures of him online without his permission.

Vox calls it photo-preening.

It’s natural to be proud of your children. But they do not exist to serve your ego, and as a parent, you should be far more concerned about protecting their privacy and their futures than in trying to demonstrate to everyone what a wonderful father or mother you are, or how fabulous your genetic legacy happens to be, or showing the distant relatives they barely know what they look like. That’s what Christmas cards are for.

I don’t take photos, I don’t own a camera, and I haven’t bothered to learn how to use the camera on my phone. I hardly take my phone with me anyway. If the bad guys ever try to track me then most of the time they’ll think I’m at home.

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Gone skiing.

The good wife and I have departed for a week on the Italian slopes. Thankfully this year it has snowed. Last year the strip of artificial ice down brown hills looked like a vanilla slurpy down a …

Keep her movin’.

Anyhoo, I have a few posts coming up this week but mostly I’m just going to be ignoring the internet. Any first time commenters will have to wait for approval until my triumphant return.

Friday hawt chicks & links – The Google is a shithole edition.

Happy Friday to all of you deplorable rascals. The big news this week was Google all the way up until the point where President Trump made the observation that perhaps first world nations bringing in hordes of slum dwellers from the shitholes of the world is a poor idea.

It’s not the mega-back flips of outrage being employed by the usual prog wankstains that’s of interest; it’s the wide mouthed howls of ‘how can this be’ from supposed conservatives that’s really entertaining. What’s more fun – watching progs meltdown over something when nobody would have given you 1/1000 odds that it wouldn’t happen; or watching faux conservatives meltdown when they’re supposed to be pretending to be nominally conservative?
I know where my popcorn’s buttered, and it ain’t on watching the usual freakshow progs.

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