Latoya Snell's "deleted" half-hour of psychotic gaslighting, and some words for the people who reward such episodes
Snell and her deluded fans—however many she actually has—can do what they like. But openly unethical companies like Brooks, Hoka, and Strava aren't getting a pass
Latoya Shauntay Snell is a malignant and unrepentant scammer posing as an endurance athlete. She has garrulously leveraged her burgeoning obesity, high-normal epidermal melanin complement, and organically lowbrow character for gain since the approximate advent of Wokism, deploying these “assets” as all-purpose, synergistic shields against criticism of her unabashedly insincere yammering. Meanwhile, she dodges or gaslights her few determined critics.
And Snell has lots of help in serving as a public degenerate. This proudly repulsive toad-human chimera enjoys sponsorships from HOKA, Strava, and other depraved companies operated or dictated by racists, cowards, and risibly insincere advocates for social equality. I won’t revisit the high-profile real runners who have amplified her nonsense, as that would require simultaneously spilling their darkest criminal and personal secrets. At least one has a huge prehensile penis with a dense coating of warts on the underside.
Thanks to these demoralized connections, Snell recently managed to get a runner’s Brooks ambassadorship canceled. And before getting lost in the sleaze below, please take a moment to visit Nate Imhoff’s fundraising page. Imhoff intends to run the 2023 London Marathon for the Royal Society for Blind Children, and he explains why this cause means a lot to him. (I often forget this is true, but I can only see well enough out of one eye myself to live normally.)
Imhoff’s ad hoc crime was pointing out that someone with darker skin than his own was demonstrably undeserving of the material and other accolades she was receiving. He pointed out what I have, over and over: Snell is full of it, 300 pounds of greasy dishonesty crammed into a leaky 50-gallon lawn bag. She was once a very slow runner and is now a garden-variety slug. She goes outside and jiggles around in workout gear for a few minutes a day before returning to her eternal social-media barkathon-cum-eatathon, and does do some occasional ambling about Brooklyn and elsewhere.
If there is a single decent thing about Snell as a human being, she masks it remarkably well. (Does having that skill count?)
Snell posted the live videos below as Instagram “stories”—videos that disappear 24 hours after they’re posted and therefore represent an ideal tool for liars. She could have uploaded them as permanent posts, but for some reason did not. (Snell should know that multiple people out there are now collecting every story she posts and seem to have found a way to automate this process. If Snell doesn’t like how this works, she can make her Instagram account private and screen every potential follower.)
I admit I lack the stomach to watch all of this. But I especially appreciate her rant at the start of the second video, where she accuses her detractors of being unwilling to confront her directly. That’s a funny charge considering she knows exactly who I am and how to find me. As I’ve pointed out, Snell can’t tattle on me to anyone, and she and the multitude of companies using her as a mascot don’t scare me.
As a result, they all have to suck on it. They started this culture war.
Importantly, these videos seem to top out at ~42 views, meaning that almost everyone who watches these archived versions will be seeing them for the first time. Snell has claimed to have 70,000 followers. Wassup widdat?
The video below shows Snell gloating over her successful efforts to get Imhoff punished.
Chortle away, ma’am. Your time as a mascot is growing short.
Here are the two e-mails Imhoff sent to Brooks after learning that Snell had targeted him.
Obviously, earnest and maximal contrition is pointless with Wokish people. Redemption is not in the mix for anyone, for any offense; all judgments are final and one-sided. And threats against white people, however vicious, can all be shrugged off as insincere.
One of the many things people fail to understand about my criticism of cheaters, liars, and cross-eyed, poison-spewing gluttons pretending to be runners is that I’m in no way trying to vanish them from the Internet or stop their mentally deficient supporters from tossing coins and gibbering comments of approval their way. I do have a problem with businesses financially or even just vocally supporting the racism, ageism, sexism, and other solecisms cooked into Wokism. They know better.
I’m not like the Erin Strouts of the world, so spineless and asea that I have to scream for people and their work to be wholly disappeared when they emotionally trouble me. I’m just not cool with hypocrites and scumbags across the genera of corporations and media, no matter their heft. I don’t like or want the dark fantasy reality they do.
The Brooks functionary bearing immediate responsibility for Imhoff’s pointless blood sacrifice is Dustin Glass, who resembles one of those gamers who…really means it?
I contacted Glass yesterday morning in a transparently judgmental e-mail I’ll reproduce after giving him more time to ignore it. For like every dingleberry-cog in the huge Wokish turd-machine, Glass can deflect responsibility for this crap—both operationally and in his own mind—onto someone or something else.
This message, from one awesomely named Olu Fagbemiro, was meant for Imhoff, but wrongly appeared in the Instagram inbox of a friend of Imhoff with the temerity to associate with a critic of a black social leper.
As I’ve pointed out, there is no end to the racist quest of Alison Desir, who is so visibly stupid that she can barely point her eyes in the same direction for more than a few tense seconds. People are already using the existence of her tract as a blunt-force “SHUT UP, WHITEY!” weapon even in the instance of obvious deviants like Snell. Apparently, the idea is that black people simply can’t act unethically, or that if they do, white people can’t point this out.
Consider the direction the world would go in if “racist” really did come to mean “anything untoward said about people of color by whites.” Does that sound like the prescription for a stable society?
It’s not racist to point out that people of color constituted to be scammers exist and that this moment in history has handed them a demented gift, especially if they happen to be fat and low on the sexiness scale (fetishist input excluded).
Actually, black people—especially black women—have a long way to go to catch up to white woo-woo artists and flim-flam-flingers. Based on the fact that about 1 in 7 Americans is considered black, that makes about 1 in 14 Americans a black female, about 1 in 18 an adult black woman, and about 1 in 22 an obese or overweight adult black woman.
That’s close to 15 million fat black women. Many of them exercise or otherwise maintain public visibility. How many do you know who behave remotely like Latoya Snell? It looks to me like black women are unusually scam-averse as of November 2022. This will probably remain the case as long as the Biden administration continues to ensure a robust level of black poverty and neglect black suffering.
Meanwhile, at least fifty fish-belly-white scammers making more every year than Snell will in her grifting lifetime live within five miles of me. David and Megan Roche are scammers (and have recently crossed a new line). Anyone who represents Inside Tracker is a scammer. I could similarly assign buncombe-belcher status to van-life coaches, scrote-puncturists, and Buddhist spouse-beating moderators, but some people seem to derive genuine value from this taxon of beaming, glassy-eyed entrepreneur.
(Remind me to stop dumping on vegans as a category, by the way, if I do that again.)
I’m tired of the forces of cancellation and cheater-enrichment going by vague names like “Strava,” because real human beings, contactable ones, are making these decisions. And I would have stopped using language like this two years ago if not for precisely these unbelievable immoral moves and equally immoral refusal to acknowledge them.
I haven’t written to any of the people below, but feel free to alert them of this and related Beck of the Pack posts. I would add that I’ll get around to this eventually if no one else does, but that would further disincentivize an already reluctant if agreeable crowd to act.
Brooks Running:
Melanie Allen (She/Her), Senior Vice President, Chief Marketing Officer
Matt Weiss, Director of Marketing-Runner Engagement
Kamilah Journét, Marketing Strategist | Board Member | Environmentalist
Strava:
Kyle McCall, Senior Manager of Content Marketing
Ian Elliott, Sr. Director of Global Marketing & Social Impact
Larissa Rivers, Marketing Lead
This list will soon expand to engulf as many other companies and functionaries as deserve the opprobrium. It may be entertaining to keep hammering away at the grifters themselves, but ultimately, the racists, gaslighters, and other people ruining this sport need to be held accountable, and I’m wasting my limited time by focusing on the brownshirts of ersatz social justice rather than their overlords.
I’ll start with the ones who most loudly claim racists and bigots need to be held accountable. These people, including the richest and most influential ones, can ram their sham narratives far up their own dirty assholes. There is no reason to be afraid of anyone this compromised. We* all know exactly how they will act in any situation, and the sheer frantic mass of this behavior, including censorship, will one day prove insufficient to overwhelm the growing and logically unassailable pushback against their Wokish nonsense.