An addendum to very recent posts about Boulder and gender-juggling
Please feel free to not indulge aggressively wrong, brain-dead attention-hounds whose antics converge on self-parody
In a two-parter about Boulder the other day that was really a continuous essay that wouldn’t fit in the standard Substack container (one, two), I proposed that much of the area’s social degradation lies in the nonstop influx of privileged pseudo-liberal joggers, and offered the example of Ellie Pell as someone the city, and running, could do without. I didn’t realize at the time that Ellie is not only acquainted with Riley Brady but (she says) even besties with her.
Ellie’s tweeting on Sunday about the Javelina Jundred was uninformed, hostile, arrogant, self-contradictory, and self-debasing. And I think this was just a normal day for her, as I haven’t made a habit of torturing myself with her timeline despite being aware of her raucous presence for a while.
Here’s Ellie while Brady was still on the Javelina course. In this batch of tweets, Brady is “non-binary” while also occupying fourth, third, or second place among women.
It’s almost as if Ellie realizes that when people decide to go by “non-binary,” nothing about their bodies has changed at all. And to drive home this point, she even manages to contradict herself in consecutive sentences, probably because she’s too busy knowing Important People. This stuff is embarrassing even in the context of running Twitter, which has a collective IQ in the high seventies to low eighties (and Elon Musk being the new gerbil in charge of the place won’t change this).
Ellie was so thrilled for her friend, so warmed, that she immediately decided to insult old white men again, warning them in the process it was get on board the Dipshit Bus or get out of its drunken path.
All ol’ Billy got for his grace was a complete lack of acknowledgment of the slur.
Andy Jones-Wilkins, for his part, was the official race announcer. Because he made the mistake of apologizing to the loony-gang for not getting everyone’s pronouns perfect, Ellie retroactively removed him from the line of fire while reminding him he had deeply screwed up by forgetting to misgender a “non-binary” person, along with that same person and anyone else along for the “non-binary” hoax.
Mr. Jones-Wilkins apparently went out his way to privately appease Ellie, which placated her—until another white guy spoke up, at least as politely as ol’ Billy had. Then, as you can see, it was his turn to be motorboated by Ellie’s pungent virtual labia.
And with that…we’re off to a great start! Everyone cooperated and was pleasant and some old white men finally learned whasssssup!
Amid all this was a splash of self-immolating yabber-yack: Fishing for compliments, virtue-signaling, bootlicking, and bragging about attention from imaginary, intoxicated, or near-sighted males.
And look! Is that…is that…the Gwen Jorgensen, offering Ellie an excuse to put her foot down?
And remember, this gender stuff is no joking matter! My rage knows no bounds…when I forget what I said ten minutes ago on a rolling basis.
The coup de grace, and the worst part as always, is that Ellie is a hypocrite who gives away who she really is—a frustrated gold-digger.
At heart she just wants to marry a dude with money so she can continue running and doing nothing else with herself besides scolding normal folks, at least part of which would surely make her parents proud.
And when you’re a self-righteous bitch who’s always been taken care of but actually has a job for the time being, you get to play time-manager for everyone else.
No one should listen to Ellie Pell unless and until she is surgically fitted with a working cerebral cortex or a bright red “OFF" button anyone near her can depress on demand. And demand would be ferociously high. Because if it’s not plain to you, Ellie’s pain is simple. She thinks she’s far, far hotter, smarter, faster, and more charismatic than she is, yet she’s perpetually unable to land a Brad Pitt type. What the acshaual fugggggg?!?!??
Ellie and harpies like her offer a silver lining, although many people can’t or won’t see it. By supporting gender lunacy in the way they do—furiously, contemptuously, inconsistently, and irrationally—they help a somewhat paralyzed world realize that the people actively cheering on the endless-letters brigade are buzzing hives of personality disorders and empty blather, almost always of the sort resulting from a privileged upbringing and an attendant sense of grossly exaggerated inherent superiority.
And no one like this is ever sincerely for “social justice”; all they know is how to protect their class privilege and look superficially generous, so that normal people don’t hate them even more than they already do. It’s one more case of a less-bangable upper-crust white chick siding with the side of intentional decay without even perhaps knowing why—her own basic jealousy of other women.
Keep kissing the zitty and dirty behinds of imperious nags and boneheads like this bitch and see just how many lasting points that scores you. These people are insane and it’s sad to watch people allow themselves to be cucked by foaming-at-the-vag advocates for ruination.
And to the haters, good luck pointing out exactly what part of this was unprovoked or uninvited. These jackasses are used to steamrolling over everyone while pretending to be armed for real battle, which they are not. Give them a fight and you will find that they have nothing—they can’t block, ignore and fake-dunk on people better than them forever.
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