Erin Strout comes out in support of Donald Trump's pro-science feminist platform

When it comes to pundits eager to argue vehemently favor of the opposing side, Errin' Strout is unparalled in her counterfactual anti-woman jabbering

Erin Strout may be the only unintentionally comical “journalist” regularly featured on Beck of the Pack who genuinely has no idea of the extent or even the existence of her own ingrained, even dogged ineptitude and the laughable illegitimacy of her entire “journalism” career.

Most of the other ersatz journalists and self-deluded “experts” who run and hide from my ritual demolitions of their lies and other stupidities—most notably Zoe Rom and the rest of the members of David and Megan Roche’s “Some Work, All Play” cult of pro-doping, pro-psychopathology, anti-science pussies of privilege—at least understand, albeit at a distant level, that they are nothing more than scammers posing as learned coaches as well as intellectually lazy people trying desperately to appear smart and studious.

The Roches and most the flaccid, shit-brained sad-sacks who hire them emanate the particular stink of fearing being seen as the lifelong imposters and beneficiaries of unearned boosts they are, having always been out-thought and out-performed by their immediate peers and relying on family dough and an unusual willingness to descend into ethical deviance to compensate for their organic enfeeblements compounded in at least one instance by tiny, desiccated genitalia and undisclosed bisexuality.

But whereas at least one of the Roches probably has a slightly above-average IQ, and both at least consistently feign “positivity” for crude marketing purposes despite obviously being consumed by neuroses and well-earned guilt, Erin Strout is not just a fuming, yeast-cloud-billowing, anti-woman, sexist, gregariously impolite and blood-belching thundercunt but a bona fide knee-walking moron—a perversely attractive-in-Wokism combination that has allowed her to regard herself as not just a legitimate journalist but an intrepid one despite being the target of a years-long barrage of counter-evidence.

Strout will maintain this delusion for as long as the debased motherfuckers in the running industry keep giving this shrewish, rat-faced, fragile, dodgy little bitch work. And they will, because they’re increasingly unaware that cunts like Strout the kelp-farting mass vomitorium represented by Team S.W.A.P. are as rare on the ground as they are prevalent in the demented shreds of “the running media.”

Even Emilia Benton now understands that she’s an inferior thinker and writer whose entire ascendancy into the kitty-litter box of “running journalism” is owed to her being a fuming, yeast-cloud-billowing, anti-woman, sexist, racist cunt always willing to be her dumbest and worst self, which for her takes zero work at all. How could she not? But Strout seems to have deflected even Benton’s modicum of reluctantly acquired insight, placing her alone among the fake journalists regularly featured here.

I had planned this week on deconstructing a February 26 Strout story, “The U.S. Olympic Trials Marathon at a Crossroads: Can the Beloved Event Survive?”, as this mess is peak Errin’ Strout: While trying to make a case for the continuation of the U.S. Olympic Marathon Trials, Strout makes an unwitting but powerful argument for discontinuing the event outright this minute and paving over its entire history. These oblivious, regular self-owns are why we could never hate Errin’ as much as she hates us.

But that deconstruction will have to wait, as just today, Strout wrote a long article for RUN, “4 Reflections After 50 Years of Title IX,” even more evocative of oblivious anti-advocacy than her piece “defending” the Olympic Marathon Trials.

This one is very easy and has been from the start. “Transgender” by definition means “anti-biology,” since in this scheme females who can be identified as such by the gametes their cells uniquely and always produce call themselves males anyway, and males who can be identified as such by the gametes their cells uniquely and always produce (sperm) themselves females anyway. If the state wanted to keep males and females in the right categories, this would be very easy to do. But since the state has the opposite aim, the state has been gaslighting the public for years.

Some of the public has grown extraordinarily fucking tired of this farrago of lies from unwell low-IQ activists pretending to be journalists and are equally fed up with other flavors of bullshit flowing from the same general propagandists and shills, Until the frigid and ferret-like foot-soldiers of faux-feminism such as Strout stop degrading women with their chicks-with-dicks advocacy, a raucous subset of “some of the public” will only grow more resistive as that subset’s patience with not only lies but life itself narrows to the width of an ad hoc ”phallus” assembled from an intoxicating blend of forearm-flesh, pig ears, and shavings from George Washington’s dentures.

Because Errin’ is an unusually blinkered agitator for the demolition of girls’ and women’s sports, she writes her way into unconsciously disclosing truths she surely does not mean to, such as the fact that braying retard Donald Trump Sr. grasps basic biology, whereas savvy frontrunner for the 2024 Democratic presidential nominee Joe Biden Jr. and former-yet-current POTUS Barack Obama plainly do not.

So there it is. The person these assholes hate more than anyone alive, and is indeed a waterhead, is smarter than both Obama and the guy who is now the U.S. president and whom all of these demented harridans intend to re=elect. This is all still amazing to me even if it’s easy (if often brutal) to parse the underlying psychological drivers.

Amazing, and aggravating. On Saturday, a well-disguised Lucas-to-Lizzy male won the girls’ high jump at the 2024 New England Indoor Track and Field Championships. This relegated the 14th-place finisher, 2024 New Hampshire Division 2 state girls’ high-jump champion Maelle Jacques, to second place among the known boys in the girls’ high jump at the New Englands.

Until ridiculous fuckups like Errin’ Strout stop insisting that males can be females, which is never, ever true and never will be, it’s incumbent to not allow this bullshit to be normalized and in fact to ramp up the insults and invective against the idiots pushing this lie—who, not incidentally, are all unfuckable hags who have in the main never experienced a sexual climax with or without the aid of frozen fruits or vegetables or an unusually stank-tolerant electromechanical wand.

If you’re wondering about these “feminists” who claim to be only misandrists but in fact despise successful women more than they hate men, well, ask yourself what subpopulation of straight women would be most likely to derogate athletically or aesthetically successful women. This “support of trans ‘women” is quite visibly no more than the Screeching of the Passed-Over Skanks. I won’t keep up with the landslide of nonsense from just this bunch of wailing and functionally retarded non-sports-fans, but over the next few days, I’ll be explaining how “gender-affirming care” is a straight-up eugenics project and tying this into the short series I began about the surreal extent of the Roches’ professional ineptitude.