Alison Desir should be lashing out at the whiteness and microaggressions of Women's Running any day now
Also, an unhappy commenter from February 2022 reappears, this time with intent to censor Beck of the Pack content. We discuss that issue with all the delicacy and care it deserves
First, an important announcement: Trail Runner editor-in-chief Zoe Rom is finally asking for help. That is, she’s finally admitting she can't produce dozens of fuckups a week on her own.
According to Rom’s Instagram account, Trail Runner and “Outside”—the latter presumably short for Outside Online, which takes too much effort for even a skilled editor to type in full—could use a “digital producer,” with the qualifications for the job being familiar with sites like Instagram.
Rom also has some kind of “editorial” role at Women’s Running. So do a number of other amazingly lazy people.
In the spring of 2020, Women’s Running began glorifying an openly racist hater and DEI grifter named Alison Desir. after Desir accused the entire sport of running as having been perfused since its inception with “white supremacy.” This is untrue, but because running is instead riddled beyond recognition with gutless white morons, the running media—which represents the interests of a very small portion of whatever “the running community” is—has treated this bitch as not merely well-intentioned but heroic.
Desir was processed through an elite New Jersey prep school and Columbia University despite startlingly low operational cognitive wattage (I wonder why?). In addition to being a racist who’s been consistently handed money and acclaim by the squint-eyed, hyper-cucked white people who do indeed own almost the entire running industry, Desir also serves as a continually expanding former jogger, a coward, a troublemaker, and a whiny 11-year-old.
With the parameters for what constitutes hostility toward this ugly, worthless crack-whore firmly established, it seems that Desir should be irate at the moment with the very, very white chicks in charge of Women’s Running.
Just today, a note from Substack informed me that someone had “reported” a comment to a post from September 2020. , meaning that someone wanted a comment on this site zapped. The comment reported for review is itself over a year and a half old, and I’m the one who posted it.
“sell-by” is a troll who showed up in the comments of “Dissecting Outside's smear of Lazarus Lake” a year and a half after I posted it, kicking off its fun-fest with this. This charmer made it all the way to the second sentence of its contribution before dropping its first instance of “white supremacy,” to its third before using “whiteness,” its fourth before complaining about something being “blindingly white.”
“sell-by” is responsible for 8 of the 21 comments currently sitting under that post. It apparently decided to report my comment for “hate speech” a year and a half after I made it when it found itself in Substack-land declaring GOP presidential hopeful and Eminem impersonator Vivek Ramaswamy a white supremacist, albeit one who may have trouble attracting other MAGA racists to his tent because of his dark skin. I’m not kidding.
As I explained to it earlier:
Just so you know--and this really is funny--when you report a comment for removal on Substack, the report goes to the admin of the blog in question for approval or deletion.
This isn't Facebook, Instagram, Threads, or Twitter, where such reports go to peers eager to aid the censorship quests of the inherently weak -- pink-haired biology-deniers, racists of color, and so on.
Anyone who uses the word "whiteness" identifies themselves as a racist by any standard. If I were as fragile as you are, I would have deleted every comment you posted as soon as they appeared. But despite, in theory, having even more incentive to delete them now, I honestly don't care.
You may want to confine yourself to sites where you can be an anonymous, resentment-driven hypocrite all day long and not experience the pain of other people speaking their minds.
If you have a Twitter account (and I’m not typing the company’s new name; Elon Musk is just one more globalist African with his own dark agenda) and hit this link, it will show you the latest tweets containing the word “whiteness,” an obviously racist term that blacktards like Desir, and whoever “sell-by,” love using as an anti-white slur while insist isn’t racist.
This coward—whatever its gender (current and original) and ethnicity—has a lot of nerve, despite very little neural tissue having being devoted to keeping its central processor functioning above the level of raw, reptilian sputtering.
The past three years have seen nothing but an explosion in opportunities, especially in the fitness and “wellness” media, for anyone claiming to be a brown female—and the more visibly unhealthy and bereft of brainpower, the better, with male brown females given utmost creative priority wherever they appear. Given these attributes, a cavorting meta-mongoloid like Latoya Snell, who does nothing but eat, shit, cackle, and bellow on Instagram, is raking in it from HOKA and others even as she fast-tracks her own journey toward limb amputations, renal failure, blindness, and premature death. That is, if she survives her own appetite for booze and probably “vaccines” for long enough to eevn suffer the terrible long-term consequences of diabetes.
And it doesn’t matter how incompetent any of this brown, mostly female, mostly sessile melanin-rich biomass establishes itself to be; these women and “women” can get paid now no matter what they say. The white dude typing this—who happens to be the only person ever who’s both been both an entrenched member of “the running media” [sic] and its most enthusiastic critic—has been right about all verifiable aspects coronavirus since early in the scam, while Emilia Benton—another gibbering anti-white browntard who can’t string two readable sentences together—was paid to write blatant misinformation about covid, in addition to the other ridiculous garbage she’s been paid to supply to a swath of magazines-gone-clickbait-merchants.
And Benton, just like “sell-by,” is an ingrate. Of course, in order to be grateful to be undeservedly earning a living as a journalist, she would first have to understand that she hasn’t earned it and is just one more squint-eyed, loudmouthed bitch who would fit right in here in Boulder were she whiter and hot enough to marry a high-earner.
In spite of how much attempts to censor what I write infuriate me, I’ve kindly allowed “sell-by” and others to niggerize the comments section here with their inky filth, and will even allow this to continue. (As we recently hashed out here, “niggerize,” like “whiteness,” has no racialist overtones whatsoever. It simply means “Proudly and conspicuously vandalize to the point of minimal functionality and maximal moral decadence.”)
Benton played a role in the anti-white Laz Lake fiasco I covered in the September 2020 post that “sell-by” decided to cry about in February 2022 and then return to today. Benton has also been busy on Twitter proving anew that she lives in her own tiny, stupid little world—haplessly for the most part, but an aliquot of this being choice, i.e., whenever she blocks input she really should read if she wants to sound marginally less like a full-throated harridan whose head has been stoved in by a huge, wayward erection.
Benton frequently grouses about not being paid for her writing on time.
This is hilarious, because Benton claims to be featured only in “credible, reputable outlets” If she stopped to think about it for a moment, even she might realize that outlets that are far behind on invoiced are never, ever outlets that feature good writing, unless good writing from the days of previous management is parked on the same now-beshitted websites as crap from people with extra shelf space for their drool-bibs.
Benton is also calling for direct praise of her excellent output.
Well, what more is a brother supposed to do? I review her work all the time—if you don’t already know this, type
"emilia benton" racism
into Google and you’ll see—and I have even let her know this directly on multiple occasions. But it seems that for all her bluster, when it comes right down to it, Benton is just a standard pussy with no balls at all, a complete soy-boy. But at least she has company in similarly craven, blinkered, and most of all unappreciative and ungrateful racist birthing people of color.
By the way, most of the impetus for this outburst came not from the antics of “sell-by” or the two ranking, named members of running’s browntard-brigade, but from another instance of YouTube ramping up its censorship tactics anew.
I don’t worry about being deprived of the right to say what I want just so I can irritate people by waving content banned elsewhere in their faces. I don’t care about rank-and-file oinkers, drunkards, and squawkards eking out a living by writing fact-free chum in previously undiscovered versions of modern English.
I do care very much about the government promulgating progressively more egregious examples of authoritarianism—with, as always, you-know-who behind every bit of it—and that march continues unabated despite formal efforts to keep the “deep state” in check.