Martinus Evans vs. the Slow AF Running Club is another indicator of what a dank garbage-fest the running industry has become
Anyone 'selling" running right now is part of a rapidly closing circle of pro-bullshit censors, cowards, and sleaze-mongers everyone with intelligence and self-respect can ignore without consequence
Martinus Evans is an extremely fat, black, unintelligent scammer posing as a marathon runner and coach who operates somewhere within Brooklyn, New York, perhaps America’s largest current producer of trust-fund libtards and “leftist” dishonesties. Specifically because Evans is fat, black, unintelligent, loud, and insincere, his scamming and bullshitting—like that of fellow gibbering, Brooklyn-based Afroblimp Latoya Snell—has not merely celebrated but amplified by the media.
Evans has a Facebook page named Slow AF that has 6.8K followers includes a prominent declaration that a related group he founded called Slow AF Run Club “does not, and will never have a Facebook Group, only this Facebook Page.” It will also probably never have access to a dictionary.
Evans decided to invite his followers to hector the members of a Facebook group named the Slow AF Running Club that was started last year and has 160.3K members, making its membership roster close to 25 times larger than Evans’ Slow AF group. Multiple other Facebook running-related groups of varying ages incorporating the term "Slow AF” exist, e.g., Slower than Slow AF Running Club and Slow AF Running - Struggles and Triumphs. We* should expect this, as “AF”—which means “as fuck” and represents the upper limit of rhetorical genius for most Facebook users—is a very common “suffix” for social-media users below a certain age and functional IQ level.
The lack of evidence that anyone on Facebook had stolen anything from Martinus Evans—who, again, is himself a lying thief—didn’t stop Evans from trying to scuttle the activity of the newer, far larger, and far more popular much. I can see why a guy who’s so alarmingly fat that he probably hasn’t seen his own dick since he was a teenager is easily triggered by size issues, but this is still a petty move even for an Afroscammer.
Evans will serve as brain-dead reprobate on the fringes of jogging for as long as he’s allowed to. The platforming unusually dilapidated and often openly racist ethnic minorities across industries is part of the globalist effort to inspire a multi-pronged race war in advance of the upcoming sham 2024 U.S. Presidential Election.
I like to think that most people have the brains to comprehend that goons like Evans and Snell typify black distance runners in the general U.S. population to roughly the same extent as preening, tricked-up dude-in-a-dress Dick “Rachel" Levine represents a four-star U.S. Navy admiral, and that white people thinking progressively less of black people in general is precisely what the globalists ultimately locating these absurd characters and commissioning stories about them want.
Anyone who 'sells" running right now is part of a rapidly closing circle of mutually fellating sleaze-mongers everyone with taste can ignore without consequence. In fact, multiple recent events have supplemented and validated my throaty criticism of certain people and institutions in the industry.
To wit:
Runner’s World declining to shitcan Kate Carter, its cheating UK-version editor, is congruent with my observations about the U.S.-based RW editors who deleted my articles from the RW website and have refused to offer an explanation, including the part about 'Runner-in-Chief" Jeff Dengate's wife serving as a crude fellatrix for Muppets. Sad story. What a determined pussy this half-literate asshole is, in addition to being 100-percent disposable to the jogging industry. (Talking to a “shoe guy” is like talking to a “mathematician” who never learned calculus. Shoes are not complicated machines.)
Letsrun recently using its quote of the day to pimp for doper-embracing, toxic-jabs-pushing, men-are-women-too David Roche—another jet-setting yet still "environmentally conscious trail runner—shows what debased and committed clowns the people operating that site have become. This is also reflected in how they prune their idiot-packed message board.
Allie Ostrander is great for fans of Shelby Houlihan, whose doping-related ban will end in about ten months, because the running media are showing how welcoming the sport has become of cheats and their numbskull coaches. Letsrun has already laundered Houlihan’s malfeasance using the most pathetic Jon Gault article in history, so this is all internally consistent.
Complete silence from all three of Outside’s running-related publications on the rape and murder of Laken Riley last month. Nothing from Women’s Running. nothing from RUN, and nothing from Trail Runner. Some single human ultimately made this decision, and whoever it is a cocksucker who deserves to be assaulted and defiled himself while people watch and not only fail to intervene but clap politely and sneer “Fight back. Try clenching your asshole harder, you fucking loser.”
All of the people involved in this can be seen as either captives of dismal incentives or as blinkered NPCs who really don’t know any better. Most of the conscious evildoers are out of sight, although a few pure hate machines like Alison Desir remain in circulation despite precisely zero intrinsic demand among genuine runners for fat lazy slobbering low-IQ racist troublemakers.
And honestly, even here in Boulder, Colorado, these drugged-up, poorly socialized, self-stroking trail runners are a comparative rarity, and obese blithering whiners and thieves of color are literally impossible to find anywhere on the ground. Evans and Snell are basically corporate zoo exhibits means to upset people and compel them to see these clowns as representative of black Americans generally, when in fact they’re not even very good at being angry black clowns.
Luckily, no runner needs to consume any of these products—websites, e-rags, marathons or other formal road races, nutritional supplements, “coaches,” sham reporting, “athletes,” and hypocritical old maids—to remain as much of a legitimate presence as he or she ever was. It’s important to shit on degraded people and entities, but also vital to not extrapolate what you see in the manner these grimly hilarious fights, people, articles, and winking bungholes invite you to.