Latoya Snell joins the F*CK WHITE LIVES movement

Who still believes that "Critical Race Theory" is in any way associated with establishing a more harmonious, equal-opportunity society? Lots of dumb and demoralized joggers, that's who

Last night, the husk of U.S. President Joe Biden, temporarily invigorated by whatever dopaminergic concoction its handlers had laded and injected into it, emerged into public view for what was ostensibly a State of the Union address.

The unusually livid ranting that “President Biden” thus embarked upon—and was greeted at the outset by paid yet still insane attendees clamoring “FOUR MORE YEARS!”—broke far outside the confines of a traditional SOTU address and bore no relationship whatsoever to common reality other than “President Biden’s” unfettered pandering to the Democratic-Uniparty-Zionist donor class.

The carefully prepared but famously and increasingly mercurial husk gyrated slowly about as it spoke, as if fitted with a vibrating, cocaine-secreting butt-plug sewn into its fresh(est) diaper. It yammered on for the 643rd time about Vladimir Putin marching all the way through a host of NATO countries all the way to Paris and beyond just to lose more troops unless Ukraine—now also an empty and lifeless shell—is given an additional $60 billion in American taxpayer money ultimately earmarked for blocky-headed oligarchs, members of U.S. Congress, and stateside manufacturers of human-erasing boom-boom toys.

It was insincere in the extreme with every warbling yet ebulliently idiotic syllable, and every bought-and-sold human and human-lizard chimera in the room adored it for the vigor and bleating shamelessness of its display, which to normies looked curiously like one more acrimonious international embarrassment of a speech.

One moment that should have stood out in BAS-relief to distance runners came shortly after “Biden” lapsed into florid whining and dissembling about the amorphous land-strip between the United States and Mexico that was formerly an international border. At that point, U.S. Representative and erstwhile Deliverance heroine Marjorie Taylor Greene (R.-Ga.), a notable “disruptor” and among the most-hated members of the House, interrupted “Biden” by calling out “Say her name!”

This was in reference to the recent abduction and grisly murder of under-melanized and hence disposable nursing student Laken Riley by a wayward Venezuelan national, Jose Antonio Ibarra (type his name).

“Biden” bit, but couldn’t even say Riley’s name right. But even if it hadn’t made that “gaffe,” it plowed on clearly not caring whether anyone in Riley’s family was actually watching:

[Laken] Riley. An innocent young woman who was killed by an illegal. That's right. But how many of thousands of people have been killed by illegals. To her parents, my heart goes out to having lost children myself. I understand. But look...

So, according to the husk of Joe Biden or at least its latest pre-programmed script, there’s no basis for bitching about one murder of an American by a random migrant because this happens all the time, and besides, it’s a necessary sacrifice because look…

The messaging was clear: Eat shit, whitey. This is the new normal, unless you’re a super-rich cunt, like me.

This quasi-tacit encouragement is probably largely why Racist Black Internet chose the opportunity to complain, both during and in the aftermath of “Biden’s” speech, about MTG’s “cultural appropriation” of the phrase “say her name.”

Kimberle’ Crenshaw is an old-school shit-bucket, one of the original late-1980s academic architects of this postmodernism-based sickness we now know as Critical Race Theory. If Mark Twain is the father of the American novel, then Crenshaw is the mother of 21st-century anti-white hatred, self-victimization, and blame-shifting among donee-class American blacks. Crenshaw, who has since grown rich from the dissemination of her and her colleagues’ pathologies, took to Instagram to express the precise depth of her humanism and empathy: nil.

First, the idea that anyone sane is interested in emulating anything about black America—presently a morass of dead-end bellowing dysfunction, whatever the causes—is tenuous at best.

But look who “liked” this FUCK WHITE LIVES! post: Latoya Snell, the 300-pound liquored-up slug who has remained a darling of the running industry for four years. Despite her nonstop lying, cheating, and spreading of divisive messages, Snell has been on the cover of Runner’s World, sponsored by HOKA, serially glamorized by Strava, and given a glowing, lie-riddled profile in The Washington Post. She has also refused to engage with the only known pundit with the willingness to label Snell and her many corporate and individual enablers the scumbags they are. That would be me.

Snell has been praised for her bawdy, sham efforts by various individual '“name” runners or former runners as well, among them Kara Goucher and Lauren Fleshman. I could name as many as I know, but the point is that all of these people had ample warning that Snell might one day just start dancing on the graves of white people who die as a result of horrifically targeted violence.

You can find endless online praise for Snell from running companies, podcasters, newsletter distributors, Stage IV harridans, and shitlibs not otherwise specified. But excluding anonymous commenters, no one else I’m aware of other than Derek Murphy of Marathon Investigation has ever signaled the alarm about Snell and, more to the point, what the greater picture is really all about: Who gets to call whom a cheater or a racist these days has nothing to do with facts or objective statements and behaviors. And that’s really, really destructive for any subculture and the society that supports it.

But there may be hope. Bizarrely, a Google News search for “Latoya Snell” (quotes included) for me turns up 39 results, and three of those are Beck of the Pack entries. Considering I never share these posts and almost no one else does, either, this is amazing.

If Beck of the Pack ever reaches the big time, you can be certain that Google won’t classify it as a news organization for long afterward. But if just a slightly higher percentage of the general running population becomes aware of Snell’s real attributes thanks to the heartening ease of finding these, it might be possible to pressure Snell’s sponsors and other enablers into considering more deeply whether Snell is truly the kind of person they want to be associated with, even when the very point is already to spit in the eye of running, rules, and decency itself.