Alison Desir is still spouting racist absurdities, and runners who have amplified her lies remain in high demand in a demoralized sport
Running's gamete-deniers, self-hating white harridans, and racist Afrogluttons need to assemble on single sturdy stage and allow Beck of the Pack to moderate the resulting debate
Alison Desir is a hateful black woman who despite low innate intelligence holds multiple degrees from Columbia University—albeit in academic disciplines with names like Afrogrievance Studies and Hating Hotness—after attending a prestigious preparatory school in New Jersey. While Desir is merely a small part of a sizable and widely dispersed social-media army of privileged, unintelligent Wokish women with unearned Ivy League credentials railing about the evils of white people, Desir is among the few in this restive assortment of blithering skanks with Haitian-born parents.
Desir could be spending at least part of her slanderous and libelous life as a purported social-justice activist trying to make life better for residents of Haiti, who have apparently resorted to eating each other since the Clintons are unavailable for fricasseeing. But the only force animating Desir is venom-fueled grifting. She makes money by complaining about how much white people suck, often going to cartoonish extremes to “prove” her points and unabashedly spouting lies whenever she thinks can get away with it.
Desir emerged onto the radar of Beck of the Pack in 2020 because she’s a former recreational marathon runner who like all Wokish people is prone to sloth, lassitude, and bloat, and has fully surrendered to her constitutive weaknesses and is now just a slack-faced, whining tub of goo. I won’t review her entire sordid Internet history again now, but it appears that after Desir’s false-yet-viral accusations of racism on the part of police against spectators at the 2023 Boston Marathon, the race has not invited her back for next Monday’s 2024 edition to promote her book or for any other reason.
Desir has some opinions about Caitlin Clark. The fact that the best player in the history of collegiate women’s basketball is a white woman from Iowa came very close to convincing me there was a god worth listening to several weeks ago—there are many I simply ignore because they’re so out of touch—but then a booming voice from above thundered “FUCK THAT SHIT! PABST! BLUE! RIBBON!” and in a flash, I wised up.
Desir, despite her antics and rhetoric being over the top even for a bigoted, gibbering blacktard has attracted and retained support from the entire corporate running media for her expulsion of purportedly needed ideas. The most telling and irritating of this support is that coming from low-IQ white women who have nothing to lose and everything to gain, at least on the surface, by amplifying whatever arrant, divisive, and untrue garbage Desir decides to unload.
We* can start here with Erin Strout’s untrammeled love affair with Desir’s newest white target, the long-range impresario Ms. Clark.
Never mind that women’s basketball will never become popular, and that in less than two weeks, virtually no one, including Strout, will be focusing on Clark, the WNBA (a league I could be a starting player in) or women’s collegiate hoops. Shouldn’t Strout and Desir have some kind of publicly viewable discussion about this? They’ve been so helpful to each other’s laughable careers that you’d think such repartee would be practically automatic.
After all, Strout has been a vocal supporter of Desir’s anti-white racism and often dabbles in anti-white hate of her own accord.
Desir maligned the entire Boston area before and after last April’s marathon for its alleged hostility toward all things negrotic, but her most splendid and ambitiously circulated offense was claiming that a bunch of spectators who’d been rightfully discouraged by police from mechanically launching balloons from the side course had in fact been the victims of racial profiling.
Without waiting for any kind of evidence, Kara Goucher, a retired elite runner and current moron who enjoys a high profile within the currently unwatchable version of professional distance running, amplified Desir’s false claim and even added a “this is not OK.”
What’s not OK is Kara Goucher acting like an imbecile and longtime running fans shuffling their feet uncomfortably because Goucher is supposedly a victim herself, and maybe isn’t an expert in stuff, and can’t keep track of everything she chimes in on, including possible differences between men and women.
People who don’t know what they’re talking about and have 100K followers are free to say whatever they like, obviously. But when these folks’ own histories inform them that there is a lot that they don’t know, they should probably shut up now and then if they want to retain any respect among non-goons.
Every time Goucher publicly expresses a thought, she reinforces the fact that she should have found something else to do with her life the second she hung up her spikes and never again publicly uttered an opinion about the sport of distance running. But she needs to somehow feed her family and pay the taxes on a multimillion-dollar home the allegedly abusive sport of distance running allowed her to buy, and this is how she’s doing it.
All she has done is land on the wrong side of every issue of importance, and it’s a really bad look considering she wrote a book a couple of years ago highlighting what she sees as the major threats to professional female runners’ well-being. Her consistently patent unreliability as a social-media user has persistently dented her credibility, and I doubt many wise people now believe her any more than they believe the man who supposedly sexually violated her, her former coach Alberto Salazar. I figure she was one more Nike Oregon Project doper who wound up pointing fingers at others for her own choices and pretending someone made her sign a contract to be a professional runner.
Desir may be somewhere other than in Boston on Patriots’ Day, but the demand for empty-headed affluent white women willing to transmit demoralized-but-popular ideas remains high in Beantown.
The Boston Athletic Association, which stages the Boston Marathon, is firmly in the grip of deviants; therefore, no one with taste will be entering or watching the race this year or contributing to its thriving in even the most abstract or trivial ways, and anyone who covers it as a pundit is lying to themselves if they think they’re involved in the same production they were 20 or even 10 years ago. Unfortunately, the weather is supposed to be favorable, but if the power of prayer is to be trusted, conditions will deteriorate to the point of ice storms and hellfire at the same time and the thousands of millions of people who plan to attend for any reason have a miserable experience, with many washed away in enormous floods or eaten by locusts. And many of those who escape biblical fates are likely to be leaving the city on Boeing aircraft, so….
Amazingly, none of the above mayhem even captures the worst machinations of this web of mutually supportive degenerate running-pundits. Goucher, Strout, and various other familiar figures unconditionally back whatever Nikki Hiltz, the self-declared “nonbinary” woman who holds the American record in the women’s one-mile run, posts.
After I recently mentioned that Hiltz, in addition to favoring the inclusion of males in female-only sports and advocating for the sterilization-based eugenics project termed “gender-affirming care,” is just a flat-out spreader of disinformation and provided a concrete example, one reader had the temerity to challenge her. As the image below demonstrates, Hiltz is a flat-out liar who’s happy to stand on even the most disturbing and misleading falsehoods. Women who aren’t her own fans don’t matter to this unmoored cretin.
This—pro running—is just not a product I find myself capable of consuming. It has nothing to do with political differences or other people’s skin color, sexual habits, self-declared identity, egos, or past accomplishments. The attempted popularization of things like racism in any guise and the sterilization kids under the aegis of helping them thrive in life put a damper on my willingness to even sneer at a sport, much less treat it and its bawdy, bovine, hypocrisy-powered pundit-class with respect.
P.S. Desir bolstered her cognitive-emotional Instagram spasm with a postscript:
Consider not only how mean but how childlike someone’s reasoning processes have to be to declare someone a mediocre athlete because her team didn’t win a championship. This is a person every running-pundit permitted a sizable platform is supposed to treat as a serious intellectual?
But since we’re talking about the value winners and losers here, I would invite readers to check in on the starting five members of the 2023-2024 Lady ‘Cocks of South Carolina in five years, then compare how they’re faring in their lives to how the average level of thriving of the starting five of the 2023-2024 University of Iowa women’s team. You can get a head start by looking at how the members of each team conduct themselves on social media, the values they evince, etc.
Here’s Strout—who never passes on a chance to demand that more men appear on women’s sports teams—re-posting USC coach Dawn Staley demonstrating not only that she doesn’t care to distinguish between males and females, but also that she doesn’t have the discipline to avoid engaging “barnstormer people” on social media for a single day and focus on coaching her own team.
When at least half of the current Lady ‘Cocks are in legal or relationship trouble in another five years, any surviving Wokish people would be wise to remember to cite these student-athletes’ chief influences as young adults when tempted to propose “white supremacy” as a proximate cause.