A non-thematic release characterized throughout by rudeness and reasonably smooth scene transitions
"I just wish people would realize that it's literally the government vs. the people"
It seems that the whimsical tale I distributed on Sunday evening struck many readers as containing more elements of truth than it actually did. I prefer to believe this is owed mostly to my ability to convincingly portray nonexistent events as factual and only slightly to people assuming that I really do run around recklessly weaponizing my excreta and effluvia, even when knowingly risking a case of flash scrotal frostbite.
The part about seeing a kid peddling lemonade multiple times in the same trip is true. But I did not ask him if he accepted renminbi or other nontraditional payment methods. And if he owns an Epstein Island T-shirt, he hadn’t worn it to work.
And I really did do a run on an extremely cold 2013 or 2014 night in the section of Boulder mentioned, and was in fact forced to stop as a result of intractable gastrointestinal urgency. But I left no gifts for morning commuters in the bicycle lane. What did happen was that a short movie, Quentin Tarantino-like in its ambiguous moral lessons and graphic violence, played in my head before I even got myself inside, warm, and wiped: A turd freezes solid and winds up causing a fatal accident for the same reason a stray rock could produce the same accident. I wondered if such a thing could even lead to charges of negligent homicide; after all, this is Boulder, where JonBenet Ramsey’s murder still goes officially unsolved.
Speaking of Boulder, worlds collided recently when Jimmy Dore made a video about the removal of a member of the local police oversight board.
I featured this character in a recent pictorial emphasizing how misled people were and continue to be thanks to rampant dishonesty and ignorance from real doctors to park-prowling Karens.
Dore is missing some details. He’s right to be suspicious that a wealthy town dumping one member of a police oversight committee could represent a step toward eliminating the oversight committee itself. But Sweeney-Miran got the boot because even the area’s cache of standard-issue, face-flapping pseudo-libs is collectively fed up with her. For example, she and her boyfriend made a fake website a few years ago in an effort to tar a city-council candidate. They’re “activists,” who have become more common than activists in that almost everything they do is some version of sticking their thumbs in the eyes of rich people merely to inconvenience them.
I rip the Boulder rich as a class quite often, especially some of the newcomers from California and New York City, even if it’s understandable that folks are fleeing those hellholes. But I also recognize that I chose to live here and continue to willingly do so because I have found a way to make it work, and the things keeping me here far outweigh the drawbacks. It doesn’t make sense to live in a co-op in a city full of rich people just to actively cause problems and bitch that people want to spend their money, wherever they got it, on mansions with nice views. The two “activists” above epitomize the “politics” of systematic and simmering resentment, which is what drives almost all “social justice” overtures from straight, white, financially secure or complacent neurotics.
(By the way, when Dore’s show partner Kurt Metzger theorizes that homeless camps have appeared all over Boulder, he is correct. And I am contributing to this, as I recently helped my new friend “Chris” get his hands on a brand-new tent, a move that would warm Sweeney-Miran’s heart and an adventure I’ll describe at a later time.)
Speaking of “social justice” overtures, essays like “Why Trans Women Must Be Allowed to Compete in Women’s Sports,” which are nothing but nonsense from start to finish, just keep coming despite the public growing wearier of the scam. Most people don’t think society ought to be structured around the material churned out by flagrant hacks like Anthony Bernardi, who, in addition to lying about transgenderism, is whining about being harassed by right-wingers and calling for less free speech.
The Internal Revenue Service will soon be coming after even low-level agitators like me for expressing certain truths or merely using certain words simply because we can, simply because they can. (This punitive sweep, however, may not unfold efficiently. I was once told by a longtime IRS employee that the IRS employs some of the dumbest people in the entire world. He was probably just being modest.)
Matt Taibbi’s reward for telling the truth about government-directed online censorship and disinformation-mongering:
I have mentioned knowing transgender people going back decades, folks whose surgeries went a long way toward treating a persistent psychological conflict, but who would have no truck with “movement transgenderism” and didn’t believe they were full-fledged members of the sex they “transitioned” toward.
In stark contrast, most newly trans-identifying people today are, unfortunately, just really messed up in the membranes. And their “let them play on the wrong team” supporters are uniformly virtue-signaling drones, some of them envy-driven women who relish the degradation of the beauty, charisma, and athletic skills of their distaff betters.
But the harpies didn’t invent this; that all of it was dumped onto Western cultures from on high shouldn’t be hard for sober thinkers, including recovering CNN-watchers, to now recognize and accept. Does anyone really believe that a group of barking-mad TikTok self-mutilators have discovered new frontiers in biology and genetics? Come the hell on, people.
Males never belonged on female sports teams, and they never will. Part of accepting the elites’ gaslighting, and being nudged toward grudging and eventually full acceptance of their demented reformations, is playing along with pronoun demands. Nyet. Nikki Hiltz is a she—a really annoying one, to be sure, and hopefully one who never makes another international team. But not a “they.” I’m not going to break longstanding grammar conventions to please a cohort of unwell online slimelords.
That said, I’m not going to go out of my way to upset random people, and I don’t think this newsletter or website is a popular haunt among science-deniers anyway, save for Aysha Mirza’s lurking. But I don’t care, because it’s time to just slam the door on this strain of misinformation, and to shame the ostensibly normal people who rally behind and enable it, all of them knowing they’re championing an obvious lie.
I can’t blame teenagers or people now in their early twenties for falling prey to the seduction of this demented but infinitely funded blitz—just one part of the nightmare-vision of a coterie of disturbed and swordworthy, but deeply resolute, Great Reset-oriented billionaires. Anyone who was a tween or younger in 2015 or 2016 is good and screwed and stands little chance of developing a healthy vision of people and life unless their parents prevent them from attending public schools. And most of these parents have been living on a steady diet of fake news and incendiary tribalism since that time, which has a trickle-down effect on those who look up to them.
I was years into being skeptical of government and media messaging when the crazy-ship left port in earnest in 2020, with the introduction of race-wars and orchestrated terror over a flu-like illness and (as a form of tragicomic relief) the dubious platforming of underdressed, out-of-shape assholes, and I have still allowed it to ruin practically my entire outlook. A lonely, maybe “off” sixteen-year-old is positively defenseless in this culture war, which is too tame a label for what’s really underway.
As I mentioned recently, one of the reasons anti-Wokish personnel have been unrelenting in their fury at Bud Light is because that in a beer brand, they have a target that is not only directly punishable, but won’t make them look or feel bad for lashing out. And Dylan Mulvaney is a grown man; he can take it.
Even people pissed as hell about teenage boys winning girls’ races feel muzzled owing to various understandable factors. This is one of the reasons the Wokish preferentially exploit children; training the young to be permanently insane is obviously the main concern of any religious zealot, but the Wokish are also shrewd enough to know that adults are loath to take aim at underage targets, making minors and their fluid minds ideal for the reification of pathological precepts and the normalization of obscene behaviors.
That’s not working for me. The video below, of the recent Wilderness Championships in New Hampshire, should start at the 1:29:10 mark. As the competitors in the girls’ 1,600 meters come into the homestretch on the first lap, the announcer says, “In the lead from Kearsarge is Male Jocks.”
That’s close enough, and a boy adopting “Maelle” as a trans name so that, as a freshman, he could become ranked #1 in the state in the girls’ high jump and #4 in the 1,600 meters (in Division III) seems like even more of an intentional punking than usual.
Here’s more on Maelle. And then there’s this kid in, well, where else:
And yet competitive jogging’s most prominent female pundits are not only okay with this, they are aggressively against girls who protest being beaten by boys:
Because Wade is a coward and a stealth social vandal, she and similarly pointless women like Erin Strout don’t acknowledge their own rancid glee over what’s happened not only across sports but in places filled with the black and queer folx they pretend to support, such as women’s prisons (where men can basically request to be placed so they can rape rather than be raped). Utter frauds.
Once Wade and various others who have assumed this stance because they’re low-mate-value cows of privilege unblock me across platforms so we can discuss this in the manner of civil adults, I’ll consider not emphasizing repeatedly that the women who want to pollute female sports with male bodies do so out of sheer spite.
But these miserable sociopaths can rejoice within the miasma of their shambling stank and their body-shame, because running culture is so dilapidated that ridiculous preening know-nothings can become popular coaches and retain thousands of subscribers. Too many affluent white prospective parents simply fail to consider the ramifications of breeding a soyboy or a skank, especially one who thinks he or she is a lot smarter than he or she is.
Speaking of low-wattage white women drunk on their own blatant hypocrisy, Zoe Rom, who’s been known to complain about body-shaming and the objectification of women, decided in a humor column to compete with her coach and Trail Runner colleague David Roche for the affections of extreme-running megastar Kilian Jornet.
There is nothing offensive about this to me, but I’m confident that if a male humorist decided to bucket-list, say, the thong won by the winner of the 2022 Badwater Ultramarathon, he would be castigated for his raunchy excesses. (He would also be advised that if his wish were granted, he would be likely to test positive for ostarine.)
And since I’m dealing in a lot of hypotheticals tonight, wondering how many pale, swastika-tattooed, half-trained pilots will soon be flying F-15 fighter jets recently provided by the United States straight into the Russian soil:
Imagine Americans who consider themselves liberal, independent thinkers having been asked fifteen years ago, “Should boys who ‘identify as’ girls be allowed to compete on girls’ high-school teams?”
Had the public been queried on this nonexistent and unforeseen issue in 2008, I’m convinced that at least 90 percent would have not only said “No way!” but been confused, bemused, or outright offended by the question—especially women. “How damned dumb do you think we are?” is what people who are now precisely that damned dumb and worse would have retorted.
After eight years of George W. Bush and his troupe of Christian-courting warmongers, libs were fed up with affronts against women and related hijinks, such as the diminution of medical research to mollify right-wing Christians and the threat of Roe v. Wade being overturned.
Obviously, I can’t prove that the results of this never-conducted survey would have squared with my guess. But I can be very confident of this: The same people who in 2023 are consenting to the normalization of terms such as “sex assigned at birth,” “birthing persons,” and “female penis” would have scorned all of that in 2008, with extreme prejudice. And they would have been pissed off at anyone who suggested they were that catastrophically gullible. I mean, treating the myths in the Book of Genesis as historically accurate is as childish as adult thinking gets, but makes more sense than the idea that transgenderism is an organically widespread phenomenon, or the notion that kids should be allowed to be sterilized permanently by surgeons who, since we’re speaking freely, should be shot in the crotch with flaming arrows at close range.
Yet this is among the ridiculous concepts people who genuinely deem themselves rational, logical thinkers have gradually been gaslit into tolerating, if not necessarily propagating,
A new Harris-Harvard poll reveals, among other mixed-bag findings, that the majority of Americans understand that, for all of Donald Trump’s obvious and intractable flaws, “Russiagate” was a complete fabrication. It was 100 percent made up. Yet 70 percent of the dwindling number of Americans who, for unclear reasons, still consider themselves Democrats think this set of stories is true. There are no longer any excuses to explain the thinking of these people besides rank stupidity or blind, infantile, sub-hack-level politics.
One of my friends—among the many new genuine friends I’ve made thanks solely to this unplanned project—put it like this the other day during another texting-commiseration session: "I just wish people would realize that it's literally the government vs. the people."
This is my only real hope, too. I do not care one way or the other how many people agree with what appear to be my “personal politics.” I just want people to open their eyes and acknowledge the scale of the lies they’re being asked to accept and where they’re coming from. “Red” and “blue” mean nothing to me. It would be very reassuring to see partisan gaps in all of these polls shrink toward null, as this would signal a greater level of collective citizen comprehension, or at least curiosity. But if the right questions were asked, Republicans would just as reliably give answers as goofy in scale as “Sure, men can have babies” and “Only white people can be racist.”
My philosophy about addressing proper trans people using their chosen pronouns hasn’t changed; extending basic respect to people who deserve it is no imposition. But I refuse to extend this ethos to the class of troubled, rudderless kids and seriously unwell male adults whose “femininity” is being normalized by de facto force by psychocrats like Bill Gates and George Soros. The very reason so much of the American public has swallowed ideas we all know deep down are untrue and damaging is the force commanded by huge sums of money, and all of it comes from the same coterie of ultra-wealthy deviants whose deaths would not only gratify but potentially save us. That is all.
[Note: I accidentally omitted an instance of the word “female” in the e-mailed version of this post, so I added it here in bold text, thus solving one problem while adding confusion for Web-only visitors.]