Faggots like Eric Budd are going to either start answering for their garbage-output or paying a psychological price for it

People can be as ignorant and cowardly as they want, as long as they understand the costs

Eric Budd is a persistently nettlesome character who lives in Boulder, where I’ll probably remain until the end of summer myself. He has run for city council at least once as a no-hoper and will probably try again unless he Dies Suddenly (he’s a big CDC guy). A comprehensive mouth-breathing moron when it comes to public policy, education, economics, science, and probably most letters in the English alphabet, Budd perfectly embodies the capture of progressive American politics by low-brain-wattage, low-mate-value authoritarian shitlords who manifest a combination of arrogance, ignorance, and cowardice that marks them as the most despicable “activists” of my lifetime.

He has probably served as a Reddit moderator at some point in his booger-flinging, dingleberry-chucking career.

Budd’s apparent romantic partner, Lisa Sweeney-Miran, is as persistently annoying as Budd is in exactly the same ways. It’s hard for a Boulderian to be so caustic in her “liberalism” that she finds herself formally ejected from advisory boards, but this happened to Sweeney-Miran recently. The fact that Boulder and everyone in it should be consumed in its entirety by a flash forest fire from God Themselves is not the primary issue here.

These two chortling and clueless fuckarounds are intent on making life miserable for Boulder residents, specifically because most of these residents are wealthy and operate the city accordingly. I don’t resent the rich; I just want the ones who lucked, sucked, or fucked their stupid selves into this mixed blessing to be capable of acknowledging as much.

Budd lives in a co-op and exhibits a charmless combination of hating everyone who lives here and pretending there is nowhere else on Earth where he could possibly settle. He knows he isn’t going to make any headway against those in charge of the city (and the fact that he himself is an asshole doesn’t mean the people in power around here who hate him aren’t for the most part assholes in their own right). What he doesn’t grasp is that people other than those in positions of authority think he’s a clown and want him to disappear—not because of his true and provocative ideas, but because he’s an ostensible adult whose public conduct consists of bragging about his own endless “Pull my finger, you mansion-owning fucks” lifestyle.

Budd, like all straight white males permitted to have voices in ostensibly progressive politics nowadays, is also a complete faggot. Some people bristle at terms like this, but like its similarly verboten companion insult “dumb cunt,” it’s both indispensable and sorely misunderstood by those who seek to eliminate it from the vernacular of acceptable slurs, so I need to explain what I mean by it. I’m certainly not letting an insult with such electric, decisive pop fall into complete misuse merely because its original intent was badly misguided. (Many words that sound like German words to be make effective insults even when their meaning is unclear. Pop!)

A faggot is any consciously self-emasculating male, independent of his sexual orientation. A man who takes care of his male partner is as much of a mensch as anyone. Indeed, the overwhelming number of established and presumed faggots in American society, perhaps upward of 98 percent, are straight, and not merely because most men are straight. The logic is as follows.

Approximately 95 percent of men are straight, although this differs across age groups (no one over 85 is gay, but at least 97 or 98 percent of Gen Zers believe they’re gay, with nearly half of them incorrect.). The ones who are not straight, and are anywhere close to my age or older, have generally had to put up with a lot more shit in their lives for just this than most of the rainbow-waving idiots today can comprehend. And younger gay men who consider themselves politically conservative or merely cogent have no public coalition to turn to today, as such men are considered traitors to the overall Wokish cause. In short, these men have been “manning up” for a long time. (I would offer similar praise of dykes, and for similar reasons, but no one torments them with the [lowercase] f-word.)

In contrast, straight men who feed the post-spring 2020 “progressive” virtue-signaling machine, and who reflect and propagate the machine’s lies at warp speed, radiate the kind of faggotry previously unavailable to even the most flamboyantly queeny gay men—for example, theatrically ass-waggling figures like Richard Simmons and Nathan Lane celebrated specifically for their harmless, often joyous mincing-and-prancing excesses. This soy-based vibe is required to be accepted by the blue-haired, pear-shaped harridans now in charge of the entire media, it helps to be a natural simp.

Budd is such a simp. David Roche is also in this class and embodies exactly what it means to be a “liberal” male these days. So are Steve Magness, Brad Stulberg, Chris Chavez (functionally white) and any other straight males intent on making money within or from the running industry and functionally permitted to do so by the dumb cunts controlling much of the public conversation, e.g., Zoe Rom, Nikki Hiltz, Molly Mirhashem, Alison Wade, Emilia Benton, Alison Desir, and anyone else in that cast of stupid, squawking eggplants and yeastfunk-emanators who do nothing but lie, defame, and boast of their journalistic acumen while dribbling out unreadable and unedited nonsense.

As a result of these contrived social pressures, maybe only about 10 percent of gay men are actually faggots these days, whereas the prevalence of faggotry among straight white men under 40 who identify as Democrats is nearing 25 percent. Democrats, in turn, make up 29 percent of the American electorate (Republicans make up 27 percent lately, whereas independents accounts for 42 percent). This means that when you run the numbers, basically every faggot out there is straight or at least living as such for as long this makes sense.

I have spent close to three years watching people within and external to running spew obvious bullshit about race, gender, and covid almost unchallenged. That they support a plainly demented, lying, and ridiculously scandal-plagued president who has overseen the purposeful collapse of the United States is almost an afterthought. All along, they have hidden from the wild lack of accuracy or even basic sense in any their own bold claims. They’ve simply coasted along on faggotonian momentum and counted on the few people with the courage to rhetorically intervene being marginalized or canceled. They’ve gotten their wishes in this area all along, so why quit even if the scheme is entirely immoral, reckless, and shitty?

The ultimate catalyst for this was having watched the Joe Rogan-Robert F. Kennedy Jr. podcast and the subsequent refusal of Peter Hotez, previously a Rogan guest, to engage anything that was said on the podcast.

In some ways, this is not surprising, as nothing Kennedy claimed is disputable. Neither is anything in the book Kennedy wrote about Anthony Fauci, or else, as Rogan pointed out in the episode, Kennedy would have been sued into bankruptcy.

People who have managed to retain their thinking capacities in recent years will be alternately infuriated and amused by the video below, whereas MSNBC and CNN devotees will be irate that someone created a compilation slamming Hotez despite his clearly noble intentions and uncanny accuracy.

After the episode aired, Rogan offered Hotez $100,000 to return to his show with Kennedy present and debate the points both have raised separately. Within a day, the pot has been boosted to around $1.4 million by others eager to see Hotez back up his bullshit when not talking to some viciously dumb cunt like Rachel Maddow or an abject faggot like Brian Stelter.

Hotez has of course refused, and of course Libtard Twitter came up with the only excuse they all had: Why should a brilliant scientist sit down and explain the obvious to a couple of ivermectin-crazed conspiracy loons?

Everyone can see that this is a joke, even those who won’t admit it. When I used to waste extravagant amounts of time arguing with fundamentalist Christians about the supposed inerrancy of the Bible, they would pull the same thing. I would point out that Genesis gets off to a bad start by giving two contradicting accounts of the order of creation, and they would respond with “That’s been asked and answered countless times already,” often referring me to the world of some 13th-century Catholic who was plainly more experienced in matters ecclesiastical than I could ever be.

It was always someone else, some unimpeachable authority, that could explain this and many other obvious scriptural contradictions. Never the person actually involved in the discussion.

Anyone can see that this is nothing more than admitting being wrong, and piling lies on top of wrongness on top of lies. In fact, some of Hotez’ fans are probably very eager to shit on all aspects of Christianity and other religions and specifically cite their lack of evidence as the reason for their derision.

So that’s where we stand. The whole covid charade has been thrown into view, and many Americans previously on Team Fauci have quietly begun changing their minds while waiting for a signal that it’s okay to tentatively join the chorus of the “conspiracy loons,” who have been curiously correct about absolutely everything so far. But it doesn’t matter, because Hotez, his paymasters in Pharma, the government, and extra-governmental actors like Bill Gates and the U.S. Intelligence Community are not going to stop with the ongoing shots-and-surveillance program now. In fact, usually visible conversations like that between Rogan and Kennedy only galvanize them to pull the behind-the-curtains censorship-levers even more energetically and crank out even more media disinformation and cultural lunacies.

Faggots like Budd can stick their thumbs in the eyes of the well-off if that’s what keeps them going. But when they start actively supporting authoritarian policies—even ones not based on lies—I refuse to give them a pass.

These two ridiculous pieces of shit have had several days to reply. They have not replied. I am not going to let them forget about this. They are complete retards. They know nothing. They might as well be monkeys being paddled periodically, with the resulting warbling shrieks being transcribed into English and uploaded to the Internet. I detest what they do. They are fucking worthless.

Random faggots who operate in the joggersphere solely amid other bullshit-spewing retards who also support shots and masks mandates along with other backward Wokish precepts, like Jonathan Levitt, are bad enough. Those who consider themselves activists—even if they are going precisely nowhere and know it—are more problematic.

It would be one thing if they could simply admit their bold proclamations of months ago were dead wrong; this would imply a willingness to learn, which in turn might lead even some of the organically daft ones in the direction of sane realizations about the ordering and direction of civilization. I would just tell them they were fooled by the same powerful machine that fooled and continues to fool a number of generally intelligent and honest-enough people, and welcome to the endless pain, comrade.

But this is not going to happen. These stupid fucks are going to continue supporting murder, proxy wars, racism, sloth, lies, and crybabies. They’ll just keep using the block and mute function and hope the few people out there like me, who don’t care about being low-status individuals for the rest of our short and shitty lives in a sea of faggots and dumb cunts, continue to not get in the way of their grifting and stupidities. There is no risk to someone like me of using his First Amendments rights when he doesn’t care whether he’s considered widely employable, or tarred as a hater or a loser by a society of broken people, with the dumb cunts and faggots terrified of actually interacting with such people even remotely.

Also adding to my annoyance is not getting any answers from Runner’s World about why it replaced an article I wrote in 2020 with one by someone else proposing the exact opposite idea, all without notifying me. I started by sending an e-mail to the five people at Hearst who were involved in the story’s production.

Hi all,

It's been a few years, so I have no idea who in this e-group is even still with Runner's World (I believe ***** has moved on).

I noticed that my September 2020 article about nasal breathing (archived here) was at some point silently replaced at the same URL with a completely contradictory article about the same topic (archived here).

And by "silently," I mean "sleazily," as no one at Runner's World bothered to inform me of the change. Imagine my surprise when a link I gave a friend to one of "my" RW pieces instead took him to an article by someone else that was antithetical to what I'd written, even though I'd given him the correct URL.

If none of you can or wants to tell me why this alteration was made (the underlying science certainly didn't change), then perhaps one of you can direct me to the right editorial contact.

Thanks,

Kevin

I got one reply, with the respondent saying she had since left The Enthusiast Group, apparently some faggot-fucked concept Hearst came up with, and good luck in my search.

I’ve also been pestering someone named Jeff Dengate on Twitter about this. Dengate is supposedly RW’s “Runner-in-Chief” and looks like the classic white faggot Runner’s World would designate for titular assignment in Wokish times rather than shitcan and replace with a black, glowering, 400-pound eating-and-defecation factory. He ignored my direct message on Twitter, so I have been reposting a screen shot on that message on some of his public tweets. He’s deleted at least one of these tweets so far.

That’s not working for me, you fucking faggot. We are not done. Once I get really made I’ll just unearth an e-mail address or bother others at Runner's World even if I doubt they’re involved.

I have already emphasized what a pussy Jonathan Beverly, the former editor of various former publications, for acceding to Erin Strout’s dumbcunt demand to cancel my writing privileges at Podium Runner in late 2020. But before Podium Runner was axed, Beverly, or perhaps one of the countless dumb cunts adjacent to him at Outside, Inc., deleted all ten of the articles I’d written for the site over a one-year period. That cost me nothing and the articles are still readable, but since it was a conspicuous but unattributed fuck-you, I’ve kept up the fuck-you right back.

But it’s time to intensify my efforts.

Come on, faggots and dumb cunts, this is one person against a deeply retarded and immoral but sizable machine. I got no straight answer from Mirhashem, the blinkered and craven harridan who has now served as Outside Online’s deputy digital dipshit for around five years, when that extremely dumb cunt refused to publish an already accepted story of mine because it was “too white” and she couldn’t explicitly say so. Weak, shitty little fucking quislings everywhere.

Then there was this e-mail I got after my post about the media’s treatment of the discovery that Tori Bowie was pregnant when she died:

You’re not a woman so you have no opinion. Unsubscribe. 

Shouldn’t this have been “You’re not a black woman,” etc.? Also, I think the sender understands that I in fact hold opinions, at times vehement ones; she just didn’t think I had any right to chime in.

I don’t mind the unsubscribe; regular readers know I actively try to discourage dumb cunts, faggots, and others who for whatever reason don’t get it from even visiting. because mouth-breathers trying to wade through this material is as pointless as me putting on a dress and singing show tunes in a zany falsetto to impress them would be.

Still, it amazes me that this person, and probably quite a few others, can’t see what I was doing here, which is what I always do. I am trying to help. Yes, the black mortality rate is higher than it is among other groups, But the whole swath of articles about this all failed to mention that black and white maternal mortality started spiking as soon as the mRNA shots were rolled out. Anyone who denies this connection deserved to be shot and knows it, which is why Hotez and every fuckface like him will never agree to an open discussion about the facts. He and other sociopathically avaricious human scum have far too much invested in both the fruits of their scam and staying out of prison in the event Biden is ever replaced by someone with a soul, something that is never ever going to happen for as long as this busted country survives (it won’t be even ten years).

Brusque though I be, I am actually an okay resource at times. I don’t expect anyone to like me based solely on my writing. That said, I wish I had never started writing for public consumption at all, except maybe in a private journal, because while I hate this, I’m incapable of stopping because merely knowing that faggots and dumb cunts are out there serving, sometimes unwittingly, as brownshirts for international fascism is enough to make my mind itch every few hours if I am merely awake.

I don’t hate people. I hate living among them and have no respect for our awful collective pliability, because that’s what’s going to end humanity as human people see it. If I hated people, I would play a role like Aysha Mirza, who spends her entire life pretending to have degrees and credentials she doesn’t and insulting people with deranged lies. I’d have no genuine friends at all, like Mirza, because people that far gone—whose lives don’t merely include or feature lies, but are lies—are far worse off than even miserable reality-seekers like me. It’s not possible to have any real friends while living a complete lie, because others—however compassionate—know they cannot ever trust such people about anything of importance.

People like Mirza, who hates herself because she’s wrongly convinced she’s intelligent and resents not having a medical (or any) career, want everyone masked up and shut inside and injected with toxic soup weekly, because they resent their betters. In fact, this describes Wokism in general—it’s just the collective “politics” assembled from individual chaotic resentments over feeling neglected by those who matter. It’s a natural consequence of being white and stupid and unaware you’re stupid because your parents had the dough to ensure you went to some East Coast twat-college considered at least a sub-Ivy by the wanking class, and believing that every feeling you have translates into a reasonable demand to have that feeling resolved in your spiritual favor.

I have plenty of friends, but nothing they do will convince me there is any kind of remaining social framework I can or even care to land in. This is like a huge fucking zoo with no exits and a constant influx of slattern-faced trolls zooming around fatly on Pfizer-provided scooters, slurring “GET BOOTH-TED OR ELTH! GET BOOOOOTH-TED OR ELLLLLTH!” at patrons, the animals, and each other, which is actually just one large roving assortment of philosophically septic and pointless biomass.

Everyone probably says something like this when it’s all over or getting there, but I am never going to regret not checking my brains at the door of any club just to be liked and accepted by fellow shit-caked, straggling apes. When you’re wrong, you’re wrong. When too many people are involved with fucking it all up, passively or actively, the noble thing to do is react with words, not violence, and be grateful you never helped being any conscious lives into this worsening mess before benignly disappearing once you’ve emitted enough words. I didn’t regret not being here before I was born, and I obviously won’t give a fuck when I’m gone.

(I was going to deliver this as a speech at a Boulder City Council meeting, but it would exceed the two-minute limit no matter how rapid and crisp my elocution.)