Adam Piggott

Gentleman adventurer

100 years ago today, we were a nation.

Today is the 100th anniversary of the end of The Great War. In just a few hours it will be 11am here in Holland which will be the exact time that the guns fell silent. The 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month. Autumn itself, the most bitter and beautiful month of the entire year.

Around the world and more specifically around Australia, moving and poignant ceremonies are being held. Speeches will be made where words will describe how these young men, simple citizens of their nation, willingly went off to fight in a conflict where so many of them would not return, and even if they did their lives would never be the same again.

If the soldiers who fought in The Great War were able to look around Australia today, they would not recognise the nation for which they fought, bled, and died.

For we have betrayed them.

Today also marks the release of the extraordinary documentary by director Peter Jackson of that conflict. Jackson has taken archival footage from The Imperial War Museum and modified the image speed and color so as to produce a film that looks as if it were shot today. He used lip readers to examine the footage and then actors to repeat the actual words that the real men spoke all those years ago.

The most startling aspect for me on watching various scenes of this documentary is the fact that once we were nations. I see only Anglo-Saxon men here. My ancestors.

A nation is not soil, it is blood. A nation is not an economy, it is a culture. A nation is biology. And demography is destiny.

The conflicts of the 20th century instilled the belief in many that the idea of nations was flawed and had to be erased. If there were no nations then there would be no conflict. Apart from the incredible naivety of this idea, even a cursory examination of human history reveals its falsity. The nation destroyers want an empire, but all empires fall and thus nations emerge.

But they also desired an empire based on the notion of human idealism. The modernist movements were essentially a break from God. A turning away from Christianity. We had entered the modern age and modern man had no need of such superstitions because of our innate superiority to those who had lived before us. Those who had built our nations. Those who had fought and died to do so.

Apparently we were better than them. We were superior not because of what we had done but because of when we were born. The notions of sacrifice; of country over self; of God, were old fashioned.

But we were not better than them. We were far worse. For we believed the lies, we embraced the selfishness of the individual, we rejected God, we allowed ourselves to be seduced by hedonism, and we believed any fad that our rulers told us to be true.

A man who believes in nothing will thus believe in anything.

Our nations now exist on paper only. Lines on a map. In the bible the word nation refers to people, not lines on a map. Australia is no longer a nation, only it doesn’t yet know it. It is a collection of peoples with no common values, with no common history, and with no common blood. It is unrecognisable from what it was thirty years ago, let alone a hundred.

That is not progress; it is destruction.

We should be ashamed of what we have allowed our nation to become as we pretend to honor the memories of the men who fought and died to preserve it. Their nation has been given away to greedy  and grasping foreigners, like the so-called refugees on Nauru island who recently rejected an offer to resettle in the USA because the welfare was not generous enough.

We gave it away because we allowed it to happen. And we allowed it to happen because we embraced the lie of welfare ourselves, that it is better to rely on a parasitical government than it is to rely on your own hard work and your community. We do not build; we tear down and destroy. And then we rot, in body and in mind but most horribly in soul and spirit.

The images in Jackson’s film show bodies rotting in the Flanders’ mud, but they died whole in soul and spirit. No matter how terrible, they died as a part of something. Today we are alive and a part of nothing. One of these is hell and it is not the one that we were told.

For we were a nation once, and young.



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  1. Hana

    Hi Adam,
    Thanks for this article , I always enjoy reading what you have to say.
    On this matter I do feel that I have to speak up and ask your opinion on this:
    I come from a family of immigrants And I feel personally connected to our (yes ‘our’) australian soldiers who faught in WW1 and 2. I don’t feel that coming from a different nation has made me disregard the values presented here If anything it caused my family to appreciate them more, and we probably preserve them today as an immigrant family, moreso than other aussie families who have been here for generations!

  2. S.P.Q.R.

    I sent this article to an old friend and within 5 minutes she came back with:

    “So basically he’s saying you damn wogs should go back to where you came from and only pure white Aryans like me (cough cough) should be Strayan.

    This cunt is basically everything that is wrong with the world. For a start, I have dark Celtish, white Aryan/Viking, likely a spot of indigenous Aussie, definitely (and weirdly, don’t ask me to explain the connection) some Native American, and originally like Asian (thanks Xhingis Khan) and African ancestry. BECAUSE GUESS WHAT IT HAS BEEN SCIENTIFICALLY FUCKING PROVEN THAT HUMANITY EXPANDED FROM AFRICA. Thanks to DNA sequencing from BOTH white Europeans and black Aussie indigenous.”

    Just thought I’d share that reaction with you, for your reading pleasure.

    Keep up the great work. I have an inkling that after the recent chaos big things are brewing for you, Mr Piggott.

  3. exlib

    TODAY: Instead of young white men being lost, many tens of millions of surplus brown young men from polygamous countries are being added.

  4. Well written.

  5. Dave

    Great post Adam. Far more moving than a lot of the typical articles written on this important day.

    My blood boils watching the likes of Theresa May and Macron posing for the cameras. On the very graves of their kin, they mouth platitudes and then use it to justify building their tower of babel – aka the European Union.

    In an Australian context, I couldn’t even watch the so called ‘Australia’ vs Wales Rugby Test Match last night, knowing full well that the proud Welshmen would be solemnly thinking of their forefathers – another milestone in their glorious heritage during that moments silence, while ‘our’ wallabies are now majority pacific islanders. I’m assured though, that commenting on this throughout the week on the Australian newspaper, that the boys from Suva are just as Australian as the anglo saxons in Peter Jacksons clip above….

    Looking at my own family medals, one has the engraving ‘The Great War for Civilisation 1914-1919’. How right you are Adam. The civilisation that’s busy changing the names of our institutions and tearing its statues down, the one that has legalised homosexual marriage, the one that has imported millions of aliens, the one whose music, literature and art has degraded so appallingly? We won the war, but most undoubtedly lost the peace.

    This is the oath of enlistment;

    “I ….. swear that I will well and truly serve our Sovereign Lord the King in the Australian Imperial Force from ….. until the end of the War, and a further period of four months thereafter unless sooner lawfully discharged, dismissed, or removed therefrom; and that I will resist His Majesty’s enemies and cause His Majesty’s peace to be kept and maintained; and that I will in all matters appertaining to my service, faithfully discharge my duty according to law.

    So help me God”.

    God. King. Country. If Australia and the anglosphere is to be restored, it can only be by those words (exception to our American brothers).

    • Rollory

      “God. King. Country. If Australia and the anglosphere is to be restored, it can only be by those words (exception to our American brothers).”

      As an American, I don’t object to that. The whole point of neoreaction is that Democracy has its failure modes and they are becoming ever more prominent. Medieval monarchies had their failure modes too, but just as the USA was an attempt to draw lessons from and where possible improve on Venice, Greece, and Rome, the next cycle can possibly improve on our understanding of heredity-linked leadership traits.

      The House of Windsor is right out, though.

      Regarding the OP: it is indeed well-written, and poignant. But I wouldn’t despair just yet. Part of being a nation is going through the occasional extreme test. England had the Danes and the Normans, Spain had the Reconquista, France had the Hundred Years War, Germany the Thirty Years War, and both had the Great War. The USA has gotten off comparatively lightly so far with just the Civil War although I expect something far worse in the near future.

      And Australia has been “the lucky country”.

      These things define and test national character. Whatever comes through them is usually stronger for it.

      Thomas Paine’s “The Crisis” is worth re-reading. People have been here before.

      “These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as freedom should not be highly rated.”


      “Yet panics, in some cases, have their uses; they produce as much good as hurt. Their duration is always short; the mind soon grows through them, and acquires a firmer habit than before. But their peculiar advantage is, that they are the touchstones of sincerity and hypocrisy, and bring things and men to light, which might otherwise have lain forever undiscovered. In fact, they have the same effect on secret traitors, which an imaginary apparition would have upon a private murderer. They sift out the hidden thoughts of man, and hold them up in public to the world. ”


      “I once felt all that kind of anger, which a man ought to feel, against the mean principles that are held by the Tories: a noted one, who kept a tavern at Amboy, was standing at his door, with as pretty a child in his hand, about eight or nine years old, as I ever saw, and after speaking his mind as freely as he thought was prudent, finished with this unfatherly expression, “Well! give me peace in my day.” Not a man lives on the continent but fully believes that a separation must some time or other finally take place, and a generous parent should have said, “If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace;” and this single reflection, well applied, is sufficient to awaken every man to duty. “

  6. I’ve lost all sentimentally for remembrance day. I was programmed well coming out of school, and once really took this day seriously. Then I learned more about how the wars were sparked, and the pointless waves solders charging machine guns. It all was so fucking stupid. In the end Europe lost its empires and lost its moral standing.

    I wish my grandfather and great grandfather where alive so I could ask them why? They probably didn’t think about saving freedoms. I think they where just naive, caught up in the hype, and looking for adventure.

    • Apex Predator

      “I wish my grandfather and great grandfather where alive so I could ask them why?”

      The fish rots from the head. They had nothing even close to the access to immediate knowledge & information like we have today. A pity that… because some of the finest European stock from 3 continents was grinded against one another like so much grist in the mill.

      Most 20th century wars were Banker’s Wars. You only need scratch a bit below the surface to get to the root of it. This has been a 100 year long deception and the fruits of their labor are springing up in plain sight now.

      There is no need to deny the bravery and sacrifices that were made. They were made in earnest working on very limited information and great lies told by the people who like to finance the european powers to destroy one another.

  7. Nick Mgtow

    Adam, you might want to write about this women’s dating trend.

    • Apex Predator

      There is nothing new under the sun. Some variation of this has been happening for years with online dating. Women are absolutely vicious mercenaries when they need to be or even want to be.

      And the transaction of material goods for sex is as old as time itself. The new spin here is, these men are so THIRSTY they will shower the material goods with absolutely no pay off. Part of me feels bad, part of me doesn’t. If you are silly enough to take a modren wahmen out for a 100+ dollar meal on a first date you somewhat deserve your fate.

      My strategy? Simple:

      COFFEE is for closers. They will respect you more, and if you are in it for the quick lay, even more so because you don’t look like an easy mark.

  8. Tom

    The article is beautifully put together. My sentiments also. As the son of a professional soldier and the great grandson of a soldier killed in France in 1917, I was imbued with the Anzac spirit. Not now.

    Now, all I can think of on Remembrance Day is the wanton loss of life on a gargantuan scale, and the pathetic reasons for it. The internet has given us the truth.

  9. Daniel

    In the 1990s I feared Australian culture was flimsy but I was a proud patriot to the point of it being at the expense of gaining global experience.

    Fast forward 20 years and no matter where I search any semblance of patriotism is heavily with a varnish of pretend and will power.

    In fact, what is there left to be proud of:

    * Leadership
    * Economy
    * R&D
    * Sport
    * Natural resources

    These are all failing in epic proportions in every measure of national success. Whats left for us Aussies to honour; Newtown street art, craft beer and fucking app development…

    Ive also lost respect for the mass of other nations (lines on maps) that have done similar but conversely I am drawn to and envious of the very few nations that have preserved their true culture, pride and patriotism…

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