Blaring, overconfident retard and "Buddhist" Waylon Lewis is running for Boulder City Council
Watching hapless raving fools like Lewis seek public office is bleakly amusing one day, amusingly bleak the next
Boulder, Colorado’s 24 or so square miles of land area is famously supersaturated with affluent morons, who, apart from all other demographic characteristics, represent the most dangerous (and worse, annoying) demographic in the United States. Unlike mass shooters, bearded rapists in skirts and lipstick prowling women’s locker rooms, and Zionists, affluent morons are extraordinarily resistant to the very concept—let alone the stark reality—of their own ignorance no matter the topic, leaving them unable to perceive how damaging the intentions they found on these frail beliefs can be. With no impetus or capacity to check themselves, and often enjoying the heft of unearned wealth, such intrinsically arrogant people present to others as some combination of profoundly mentally deficient and Satanically evil, even when being seen as nasty dipshits is rarely if ever their conscious aim.
Waylon Lewis is the founder of The Elephant Journal, a “mindfulness-themed” publication for especially mind-free people who embrace Zen Buddhism because they’re not bright enough to understand that it’s okay to be both irreligious and uncertain. According to one Wiki-style biography of Lewis, he was at one time keeping the EJ ad-free to “maintain editorial integrity.” It’s unclear when Lewis’ need to eat first prevailed over his integrity, but the site is now sprinkled with ads like these:
“Mindfulness” aficionados are often discovered to be habitual compensators for covert and unresolved moral failings (think #MeToo-related “stuff”)—even more so than others who become “religious” in adulthood. And Zen Buddhist-style quests for spiritual enlightenment are strongly correlated with a ravenous hunger for external approval, a quality that assaults anyone who merely scans a few sentences of their harried “Me, me, me” writing.
They aren’t necessarily worse-than-average people, especially when they hail from shitlib-infested, CNN-and MSNBC-powered places like Boulder where literally everyone sucks. But because they’re unusually deceived about their own deficiencies, they represent an unusually annoying and scabrous strain of Homo stultus.
Lewis is not a wealthy migrant from California or New York but someone who has lived in Boulder since his birth in 1974. But he’s both frightfully uninformed and learning-impaired, like most of these people are, and he just announced that he’s running for city council this fall, like many of these people do, so they have his back and conversely.
Which is sad. A single Elephant Journal entry from April 24 is sufficient to disqualify this guy from having any responsibility whatsoever for the lives of others or having any kind of a say in public policy other than the same generally pointless vote everyone else gets. I’m not saying it’s definitely the dumbest thing he’s ever written; it could even be the smartest thing he’s written, as I literally went no further in my search to learn his stances after uncovering this jaw-droppingly stupid editorial.
The first thing you’re likely to notice isn’t anything about the specific content. It’s that Waylon Lewis is functionally illiterate. Someone, at some point in his chronically befogged past, should have informed this clown that starting a magazine is not the best choice for dolts who break something new about English every time they handle it. They should have let him know that magazine publication is best left to people who can write and think, unless the publisher agrees to delegate 100 percent of the editorial process to writers and cogitators.
Just like his friends should have told him after he posted this, “No, you horrifically misguided asshole! No! Jesus Christ man, do not run for city council. I mean this with love, but you are a thrumming, putrid, and worst of all shameless embarrassment in all you say and do, no more than a talking baboon strangely convinced it holds logically unimpeachable positions about human society.”
Again, “Covid isn’t Over. ~ Waylon” is from April 24 of this year. It would have had nearly as high a dimwit factor had he posted it in April 2022 or even when the covid “vaccines” were first foisted on us*.
The first paragraph in this hysterical, addled mess:
1,000 folks a week continue to die from Covid in the US. And, frustratingly, exasperatingly, my own friends continue to hold all kinds of willful misinformation close to their chests. Not all, not even half, but many.
Here’s what someone with a brain does when presented with those figures. First, he remembers that the covid death toll has been grossly inflated from the start—even designated covid mega-liar and pro-school-closure harridan Leana Wen, M.D. admitted this in January, even if she downplayed the scale of the lying. He goes to the CDC website and learns that even the death-merchants at that chronically Nazi-run agency admit that only around 1 in 20 “covid deaths” can be counted as such.
So now, people like Lewis can breathe easier (and without masks on) because it looks like only about fifty people a week (that’s about one per U.S. state, for any EJ fans reading) were dying of covid in April in a country with a third of a billion people.
But the version of Lewis with a brain is his head isn’t done at this point. He also asks himself, “I wonder how many of those fifty people were ‘vaccinated’?” Since around five in six Americans are considered at least somewhat “vaccinated,” there’s a good chance around five in six of those deaths were among the vaccinated because the covid “vaccines” don’t prevent anyone from dying of fucking covid. They either sicken or kill their recipients or, in the best case, leave their recipients’ immune systems and internal organs undamaged.
Lewis was also well-poised to seek out true information as he wrote this pile of shit, noting that a substantial number of people disagree with him. But like most American retards, especially blowhards with relatively substantial followings, he dismisses people who disagree with him as the dupes—in this case, as being plagued by “willful misinformation” (as a reminder, misinformation does not possess the quality of sentience).
It’s not remotely clear what this frantic appeal is even for. For example:
I need to know my facts in and out or just do my best [which I did, which was okay], or just reply later when I have all the facts.
So, his choices are “be informed” and “be informed.” I agree! Too bad the rest of the piece is somewhere between an indecipherable stream-of-consciousness rant broken into fragments of sentence fragments and some kind of actionable exhortation.
But there is no way I or anyone I know who is informed about the whole covid project could reach this man or any of the Facebook friends he consults when he needs covid experts to weigh in.
I mean, what is this garbled shit?
A friend said that the vaccine was rushed. I talked about all the research that went into vaxxes for decades, which Dr. Fauci said made it possible for vaccines to be developed in response fully. But there were three different kinds of vaxxes, my dear friend said, MRNA, etc, right? So does that apply to all three?
My friends have not been boosted. Were vaxxed. Denied being anti-vaxxers, but.
It doesn’t take long to figure out that when it came to the covid jabs, the U.S. medical establishment shitcanned all of its supposedly cherished and revered vaccine safety-testing standards (which have been ignored for decades anyway, given what we’ve recently learned about the link between childhood vaccines and neurological damage) and justified this by calling it “Warp Speed.”
I like to think that even had I not wasted over two years in medical school, I would have been deeply skeptical. But Lewis is not at all skeptical. In fact, he is a classic example of someone whose hatred of Donald Trump has dropped his IQ—plainly nothing boastworthy at its lifetime zenith—into the low seventies.
Somehow, the meandering nonsense manages to worsen as the “essay” progresses.
Good info here re development of vaccines, how they were hastened without cutting corners https://www.reddit.com/r/COVID19/wiki/faq/#wiki_vaccines
Dear Waylon Lewis and everyone like him: HASTENING THE DEVELOPMENT OF A DRUG IS CUTTING CORNERS BY DEFINITION, YOU STUPID FUCK. And even a trusted repository of well-vetted knowledge such as FUCKING REDDIT(!!!) has no answer to this.
And this next bit is for everyone reading this, not just short-bus Zensters: When a drugmaker both secures immunity from liability for the product and tries to conceal the safety-testing data until everyone involved in the drug’s production and release is literally dead, you’re a pecker-yanking, booger-munching retard if you agree to put that product into your own body and an ever more severe retard for arguing in any way on behalf of that product’s safety. (Hey, if rhetorical flagellation works for Lewis, it works for me.)
It is impossible to over-emphasize that this information alone—“You can’t sue us and no you can’t see the research”—should not just “make people wonder,” it should (and does) halt anyone with a remotely useful brain in their tracks. It also creates an instant and permanent resolve to never allow himself or herself to be injected with anything called a vaccine for the rest of their lives.
I’m not trying to shame or embarrass anyone here so much as express seething and vicious hatred of them. And yet I bet half the people I know—most of whom I no longer speak to—will go out and get more vaccines and boosters anyway; they’ll pretend that if it comes in a nasal-spray form, the itty-bitty issues from this round of “vaccines” will have been replaced by that 100 percent efficacy the diligent and ethical scientists with Moderna and BioNTech are ever on the cusp of achieving.
And all of Lewis’ friends—the ones he hasn’t blocked for being too intelligent for his tastes and who haven’t Died Suddenly, anyway—will be all in on the next “vaccine,” just like some of these miserable and masochistic people can’t wait for “the next pandemic” because they can only feel important during “pandemics.” At least the ones who also contribute to the EJ.
Lewis continues:
Pfizer and Moderna were mRNA vaccines. The science of mRNA vaccines were in development for about 20 years before COVID hit and it was applied fast. The advantage of mRNA vaccines is they can turn on a dime and reformulate. The disadvantage, we learned is that the neutralizing antibodies wane after about 2 months. The other vaccines available worldwide (and even here) are not mRNA vaccines.
It’s not remotely evident that this paragraph was supposed to be informative. After all, “turn on a dime and reformulate” is a passage devoid of content; it is an acidic burp from a low-functioning, dyspeptic mind.
And yet the next grimly hilarious line is:
Am I boring you yet?
“Bored” isn’t quite the word for what I feel when confronted with people who should be wearing drool-bibs attempting to educate people in a snotty way. What I feel is a grand sense of hopelessness. It’s one thing for people to be stupid, but the ones who have no idea that they’re stupid and think online followers translate to IQ points are sufficient to convince me that humans have spent enough time besmirching the planet with our stench—our overfeeding, our overbreeding—and should be firmly asked to leave in thermonuclear unison.
If I thought Lewis were cagey enough to purposefully hire EJ freelancers even dumber and more imperious than he is as a means of looking like less of a hollow-headed asshole, I’d assume this perspicacity had informed his decision to publish, in order, “12 Reasons Why I got the Shot” by Cali Wolf; “5 Ways I manage my Anxiety to rejoin the world at my own Pace,” by Mia Barnes; “2 Steps to get (almost) Everyone Vaccinated without Mandatory Vaccinations,” by Robert Busch; “Dear People of Planet Earth who Still Choose Not to get the F*cking Vaccine,” by Julie Balsiger; and “Why you Won’t Change their Mind about the Vaccine (& what you can do Instead),” by Emily Shaughnessy.
The intro to Wolf’s December 18, 2020 piece is “Recently, we published the below article by a nurse, and Native American, publicly getting the vaccine.” Maybe Wolf should have weaned herself off the fire-water before embarking on this mission. Drunk or sober, she shouldn’t be working as a nurse.
Perhaps the two most glaring of Wolf’s twelve shitty reasons for getting the jab are “I did it because the studies show it is safe and effective” and “I did it as a breastfeeding mother because there’s no theoretical risk of harm to my nursing toddler.”
Concerning the first: I know, I know, but what studies? This was in mid-December of 2020, when Trump was still the U.S. president and the “vaccines” weren’t yet approved for most Americans (Wolf is technically a healthcare worker). And concerning the second: This woman is a straight-up imbecile. Of course there was at least a theoretical chance of junk from the jabs getting into breast milk and harming nursing infants (or adults)—how could there not be?
On fact, on the day before the EJ published Wolf’s proud dingbat-yowl, the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center expressed concern over this exact issue:
[A] major question remains mostly unanswered: Is the vaccine safe for women who are pregnant or breastfeeding?
Pregnant and breastfeeding patients were not included in the first round of clinical trials for the novel coronavirus vaccination, despite consistent advocacy from national organizations such as the Society for Maternal-Fetal Medicine (SMFM) and National Academy of Medicine.
This bitch could not be any more reckless in her position as a nurse than already she is. But she’s an Indigenous Native Injun Two-Spirit (portions of that may be passe’) so whatever she says is definitionally beyond reproach.
Barnes’ July 25, 2021 piece about coping with anxiety made me feel a little sorry for her, because she has no idea she cannot win the game she’s playing. Her essay might as well be “How I Buy Clothes That Fit Off the Rack” by someone who is seven feet tall and weighs six hundred pounds.
How so? Well, she’s anxious because she doesn’t have a fucking clue, or at least didn’t two years ago:
With many businesses lifting their mask mandates for vaccinated patrons, there is always a small chance that those without vaccines will take advantage of the honor system and go mask-less, putting more people at risk for infection.
Because Barnes is, or was, unable to accept the rational position that neither mask-wearing nor the shots ultimately did nothing whatsoever to reduce coronavirus transmission or infection, she is guaranteed perpetual anxiety for the same reason she would be if she believed that Trump is a literal Martian invader who secretly eats Zen Buddhists with extra or missing chromosomes for dessert (after the Big Macs). She can’t reduce her anxiety level when it’s contingent on people already behaving rationally changing their behavior.
The biggest takeaway from this piece is another less-than-secret revelation about Zen Buddhists: For all their appeals to the relaxing aspects of meditation, they are consistently the most frayed and frazzled neurotics on offer wherever they appear. Yes, they’re all in various stages of trying. But why not publish only the submissions from the ones closer to inner tranquility, or at least nearing a sixth-grade level of directed cognition?
Busch’s piece, dated July 20, 2021, offers two simple steps guaranteed to boost “vaccination” rates in the absence of mandates: Don’t let the non-jabbed go anywhere in public, and don’t let the non-jabbed earn money. I’m not kidding—this fucking asshole (also “a yoga teacher, author, musician, and explorer of life”) actually wrote that, and may actually believe nothing in it represents coercion.
How do people like this feed themselves without help? Or am I jumping to conclusions there? And in any case, who changes Lewis’s adult diaper after he shits himself hoarse in frustration over something a fucking child should be able to underget?!?!??!?
On September 9, 2021, the EJ published Balsinger’s aggrieved masterpiece, widely considered to be the most egregiously counterfactual, rage-driven, and obnoxious of the pieces in the small collection of articles under current scrutiny.
As an editor, I have to bite my tongue occasionally and edit articles that are basically “hey y’all, let’s hold their hands and walk them calmly through their fears” when it comes to vaccines—but as a writer, no.
You’ve had eight full months to get your information. If you’re still “on the fence” and still dreaming up excuses, then yeah…fuck that and fuck your need to be right or whatever you’re still holding onto…
What were those things that we* should fuck, oh wise one?
While it’s interesting that Lewis thinks misinformation has a will, Balsiger does him one better by pretending viruses can think.
Viruses have one goal. Their only reason to exist is to infect. It will keep mutating and creating new strains and we’ll have to keep updating the vaccine (and our information and our guidelines) as we go…
Isn’t it funny that Balsiger admits that the covid landscape is ever-changing and uncertain, yet at the same time thinks that she herself is maximally informed about an evidently settled part of this dynamic science?
The whole essay is condemning people who chose not to get jabbed, yet she doesn’t offer one non-emotionally-based reason anyone should get jabbed. She had clearly accepted the Centers for Disease Control’s premise that the shots work at the time she wrote this abomination, but did she investigate that?
I would invite this rambling strumpet to suck my dick—not for being wrong but for telling people who are far more informed that she is or ever could be what they should be doing—except that she seems to have disappeared from the world not long after she wrote this piece, published seventeen days after “Dear People of Planet Earth who Still Choose Not to get the F*cking Vaccine”":
We can safely ignore the health-related advice, and especially the demands, of people this unabashedly unscientific.
By the way, this next bit is also for everyone, not just the cerebrally stunted: Anyone who trusts the CDC’s statements on coronavirus “vaccine” safety and efficacy—or for that matter, anything—should ban himself or herself from grownup-level discussions. Only liberal Democrats are stupid enough to believe institutions like these now, and these waterheads not only trust them but revere them absolutely. There is no hope for anyone this low in basic intracranial candlepower and this hooked on nanny-statism.
The final essay in this set, Emily Shaughnessy’s November 1, 2021 about the bane of “‘vaccine’ hesitancy,” is unintentionally funny because Shaughnessy artlessly attempts to frame it as nonjudgmental—while linking to Balsiger’s “fuck you” piece.
Stupid and judgmental people can’t hide being judgmental any more than they can hide their stupidity; for obvious reasons, this isn’t something that occurs to people like Shaughnessy. So, she writes things like this:
[A]ccusations of misinformation and twisted truths are being levelled from all sides of the vaccine controversy and our access to infinite data and “evidence” doesn’t seem to be helping us reach critical consensus.
Despite the availability of “infinite” data even before the end of 2021, Shaughnessy doesn’t provide any. She links to some external sites, but because none of these support what she says or are remotely trustworthy, she may as well have linked to PornHub, where it wouldn’t be surprising to see more of her baying and bleating.
Any one of these arrant and probably constitutively ineducable retards could be swapped with Aysha Mirza, although she is worse than any of these pricks because she lies about having a master’s degree and many, many other things. (Mirza is mentally sick, but Pakistani-American women are, in my experience, nonstop bullshitters about literally any topic that arises, especially the “Muslims” like Mirza who booze it up on the reg and then text me about it.)
But only one of them, Waylon Lewis, is running for Boulder City Council. And although I don’t vote in local elections because every candidate for everything is either a token, a freelance grifter, or an inbred, overfed, chucklehead business lawyer (viz. mayoral candidate Bob Yates), Lewis will probably be elected because a lot of people who are tired of the usual cretins are cretins themselves immune to even the most flamboyant signs Lewis is a straight-up cartoon character.
There’s a silver lining in these people’s cataclysmic shortcomings: There’s no point in wasting time trying to lead these soggy-minded twats in the general direction of reality. None of this is for them any more than texts in Sanskrit are for me. But still I wonder, could anyone who has ever contributed to or read the EJ—even one person—understand what this graph means?
Thankfully, this post is “near email length limit.” My time in this city and as a voluntarily surviving member of this badly broken ape-tribe are, thankfully, also approaching their respective historical endpoints.