Citizen running is a stew of vultures and venture-fabulists beclowning themselves in loosely shifting colonies of slop-hogs and the libtards who feed them
Shame on me for not foreseeing this circus of narcissistic pathologies, but even an economist couldn't have accounted for Wokism inverting the sport's—and ambient society's—entire ethical framework
After yesterday’s mention of DEI extortionists targeting the Western States Endurance Run and GU Energy Labs donating two race entries to the “BIPOC” cause, I was served notice that Alison Desir—a bloated, rock-dumb, white-bashing, greedy, and privileged parasite on the sport—was also a 2024 beneficiary of Wokism-driven welfare from the same company.
Then someone else who had read the same post more or less suggested I take a short course of high-powered sedatives and wait half an hour before viewing the screenshot attached to their e-mail.
I mentioned the Boulderthon—a name only a complete tool could possibly come up with after an earnest consideration of applicable possibilities—shortly before that event’s 2021 inception. It would be fun to pin down Phil Dumontet—who looks like the perfect beaming twit to both institute an event like the Boulderthon—and invite him to explain a few things.
Specifically, I would ask him exactly how loading the Boulderthon’s “advisory board” with at least one known serial liar and cheater (Latoya Snell) and at least one covid-mandates-supporting, bloodwork-scam-peddling, low-IQ liberal (Jonathan Levitt) and calling them “incredible individuals” helps “strengthen the running community.” For I assure you that, if forced to answer this question on-camera while being shown incontrovertible evidence of Snell’s and Levitt’s past dishonest (in some cases psychotically so) or at least badly incorrect statements, Phil Dumontet would have no cogent answer at all. The dollar signs in his eyes would tell the entire story.
But Dumontet can just keep pushing lie-strewn autobiographies provided to him by dirtbags like Snell as factual. He’s bought his way onto becoming one more greed-powered jogger with unearned heft in the running industry who knows he won’t have to answer any questions like these from anyone he thinks matters, although he may not know yet that part of this is owed to more runners than he realizes now avoiding official races altogether largely because of the dismal influence of sleazy, Wokism-slicked pricks like Dumontet himself.
“@Duzer” (partly cut off in the above image) is Ryan Van Duzer, whom I referred to in a post early last month without mentioning his name while still providing his name, not a “trick” I intended to pull.
Some gossipmonger told me soon after I published that post that Van Duzer—who has the face of a less-goofy-looking Will Farrell—is the partner of a well-known local ultramarathoner. While that detail is uncertain and unimportant to me, he is undeniably a longtime boyfriend and supporter of failed 2024 Boulder City Council candidate Waylon Lewis.
Lewis is fundamentally unfit for being on any kind of governing board because he has very little brainpower. Like Levitt, he swallowed and raucously propagated every bit of propaganda from Team Fauci during what will soon become known as “the Stalking Horse Pandemic” and, like his satanic and withered sociopath of hero, hasn’t apologized for his misstatements and miscalculations, perhaps mainly because he’s too stupid to see these, never mind admit to them. He’s continued instead using his sure-to-fail run for city council as a social-media grift, attempting to portray his persistent mental fog as an aw-shucks, nice-guy-tryin’-hard shtick.
But if you don’t accept this premise, if Van Duzer has known Lewis since they were both kids, then he has to know that Lewis has been accused by multiple parties of specific forms of unsavory social malfeasance—call this “active misogyny”—and hidden from all of this static or dismissed it as anonymous Reddit noise. Well, when I linked to my post about him on Instagram, he immediately deleted my comment and blocked me. And Lize Brittin is not an anonymous commentator on the subject.
Ergo, piss on Waylon Lewis and anyone who supports him. And may it hail on the morning of every Boulderthon, with its race director’s shriveled coffee-bean of a head reserved for the largest chunks.
Decades ago, I naively thought running was inherently cheater-repellent. After all, why would anyone gain satisfaction from an illegitimate claim or achievement? I also assumed that any known cheaters would always be quickly shamed to the sidelines. Instead, a whole generation of whiners, dupes, bellowing ignoramuses, and self-absorbed liars have taken over and made cheating cool and truth-telling a crime. The worst offenders are retired professional runners and others close to my age who know better than to promote any of this. Yet it’s this moldering crew whose ferocious face-flapping most furiously fans the flames of the fatties’ and other feckless fools’ fibbing.
Fffffffffffffffffffffforget the whole sick scene. When you have people calling 25 miles a week serious training and declaring the four-hour wobble-thons this training produces worthy of recognition, it’s a sign of a whole generation of wild-eyed, jabbering gadabouts having badly lost the plot. Especially the part about serious runners being serious about the act of regular, goal-oriented running.
The whiners, liars, harridans, and pussies have stormed the castle of citizen running (never all that secure to begin with) and throatily ousted from its dank, riot-and-rainbow-happy interior anyone willing to speak out against their lies, hypocrisies, insanities, and needless strife. The slop-hogs, dried-up old maids, anything-for-money Boulderites, and dimbulbs of privilege and their narcissistic fever-dreams have the scene and are welcome to keep burning what’s left of it to the subterranean caverns or France for all I care. What a bunch of pureed, grade-A, vegan-dungberry-ringed buttholes.