The Olympics are a Greek invention, born in Olympia under the sacred gaze of Zeus nearly three millennia ago. The ideals of aretē, harmony of body and spirit, and the pursuit of excellence were conceived by the Hellenic mind—not shin-kicking in Cotswold or political gestures in 1936.

The modern Olympics and every derivative “Olympiad” are direct products of Greek thought—borrowed, distorted, and repackaged, yet forever rooted in the genius of Hellenism. Even your “anti-fascist Olympiad” relied on the Greek name to gain legitimacy, a pale echo of the true legacy.

Dismissing this as “Greek stuff” reveals not just ignorance but an astonishing arrogance—pretending authority while failing to comprehend the civilisation that laid the foundations for philosophy, politics, art, and sport itself. You don’t critique Hellenism; you expose your inability to rise to its level.