Nikki Hiltz remains the most prominent ingrown hair on professional track's boil-covered, suppurating buttocks

The only harm anyone could inflict by "misgendering" "nonbinary" people is dangerously lowering the grifting income of insufferable frauds

Earlier this summer, Nikki Hiltz became one of first women to set an American track-and-field record while openly behaving like a classic psychiatric patient. With the 2023 outdoor track season nearly over, Hiltz has resumed her even-more-prominent public role: serving as a grifter and a dark agent of corporate coercion under the guise of gutsy, revolutionary activism.

Hiltz is a lesbian who in a past era would have been content to “come out” as such and be done with it, had she felt the need to introduce the public to this aspect of her life at all. At the time tennis goddess Martina Navratilova came—somewhat involuntarily—out of the closet in 1981 at 24, the world wasn’t quite ready for this. By the time I was in well into college a decade later and could better appreciate the enormity of her revelation, most people I knew were already too accustomed to the lesbians around them to be wowed by their representation in sports.

I also went to school in the Northeastern U.S., then a generally more “radical” place than even Northern California was. Still, it took guts for Navratilova to disclose what she did with a long playing career and many potential sponsors in her future.

But after the banning of same-sex marriage was deemed unconstitutional in 2015, and with general acceptance of “the gay lifestyle” high and rising even among U.S. conservatives, advocacy groups such as GLAAD suddenly found themselves in need of a new fund-raising battle-cry. That’s when all of the focus on “trans acceptance” started.

This was a spark-in-waiting for a towering inferno of social chaos, and the dry tinder coincidentally arrived about ten or twelve years ago, when a whole generation of humans who placed their feelings above all else in the cosmos began reaching chronological adulthood while their brains remained permanently stalled in a pre-adolescent fugue-tantrum. This was when we* started hearing about “safe spaces” and “microaggressions,” which for at least two years I thought were terms right-wing religious bloggers were either grossly exaggerating or simply lying about.

They were neither lying nor exaggerating. Navratilova is still gutsy today, but for a different reason. She hired a transgender coach the same year she came out, 1981, yet she’s dismissed as a transphobe today, forty-two years later, by an army of online distaff-success-hating malcontents for being opposed to men participating in women’s sports. There is no winning with the current crop of authoritarian “liberals”—not with credentials, not with fame and fortune, and most critically, not with hard logic.

As a result of today’s deformed social-commercial landscape, Hiltz, a preening and artless narcissist, couldn’t be content with being an “out” lesbian—especially given that “out” lesbians are now as controversial in sports as “out” opioid addicts are inside methadone clinics. And merely “being trans” wasn’t going to cut it, either, as transgenderism is a real and ancient phenomenon and Hiltz might have started getting too many questions about still competing as a professional athlete only against women.

So, presto! Hiltz “came out” in April 2021 as not only transgender but also “nonbinary.”

With running’s fan base by this time consisting mostly of people with social IQs in the “avoid offering throwable/smearable feces” range, Hiltz’s announcement—despite being both self-contradictory and incoherent—was treated as a slam-dunk of courageous self-searching and a transformative teaching moment by the drool-bibs-and-rattles brigade. The associated Instagram post received over 12,000 likes, while frigid stealth-misogynists such as Fast-Women’s Alison Wade—these days enjoying not merely anti-woman redemption, but also a grifting career of her own now that being a hysterical, hypocritical shrew is a selling point—prated on about how this woman, who makes a lot of money solely for making up exactly this kind of crap and saying it, was so very brave for making up exactly this crap and then saying it.

The term “nonbinary” is equivalent to “sorcerer” or “the reincarnation of Julius Caesar” in terms of both its content and its falsifiability. It’s a joke, but because the comptroller of all of society’s punch-lines is now in the employ of BlackRock, the joke is on the sane, especially sane people constitutively prone to outspokenness concerning obvious mass-deceptions. But pretending that “nonbinary” actually means something, it’s not possible to be both genderless and in possession of a gender at the same time, for the same reason “on” and “off” are exclusionary states of being. Even in the ridiculous swamp of childish babble that forms the Wokish lexicography, there is definitionally no room for a nonbinary person who claims to be gendered in any way.

But no matter how one parses the nonsense, it’s still nonsense. On Friday, Hiltz used the platform formerly known as Twitter—the owner of which has gone to war with the ethnically Jewish Nazis in charge of the Anti-Defamation League, and not because Elon Musk cares about free speech—to implore race directors to further the interests of her fraudulent activist career.

It’s important to keep in mind that, whatever the issue, following the lead of the New York Road Runners is the moral equivalent of jamming your phallus into the meshwork of a high-voltage fence after listening to the loud humming noise emanating from the wires for a solid minute. If Brick Tamland were a real New Yorker, he would love the NYRR—the most unpretentiously demoralized excuse for a running club in North America even including those dedicated to “identities” like Two-Spirit Knothole-Fister—and be invited to speak in his usual improvisational way at all of its functions.

It is important to fix in mind that reminding Nikki Hiltz that she is a woman—a basic, All-American girl, butch or not—does not actually hurt her feelings. And, as I noted back in March, she may be indeed a lunkhead at the level of cognitive testing, but she’s not crazy. She is an untrained but slowly blossoming actress. She knows exactly what she’s doing and what she needs to do to protect the scheme. She also knows she has the backing of NBC and the entire mainstream media, even Forbes. The idea of punching down at this goofball from platforms such as Twitter or Substack is as much of a laff-riot as the concept of “nonbinary” itself.

Wikipedia, when it comes to even the most remotely contentious topics, is now nothing but boilerplate establishment propaganda and a tool of the CIA. It is therefore nothing but shimmering digital ocean of disinformation and deceit—that’s why Google, also spook-infested, helpfully offers a Wikipedia panel up top when returning search results—and it’s far from an “anyone can edit” set-up now. For example, the article for Trump Derangement Syndrome has been locked for editing, maybe because too many visitors became infuriated at the line “The term has mainly been used by Trump supporters to discredit criticism of his actions,” when in reality it’s been used to accurately describe tens of hundreds of thousands of millions of people, possibly even billions, notably the former philosopher and MDMA advocate Sam Harris.

Yet despite the continual cry of “Needs—more—NONBINARY!” from homoscammers like Hiltz, the admittedly hunky ultrarunner Ryan Montgomery, and Wade’s loyal readership of hottie-haters, even per Woke-pedia, only twenty (20!) "nonbinary" athletes have ever lived, among them four Australian Rules Football players, two "goofy-footed" skateboarders (which I had thought was all skateboarders), and a black video-gamer who goes by SonicFox.

Fewer than two dozen official “nonbinary” human athletes, stretching back to the dawn of recorded history. All still alive. And all of them magically discovered on July 27, 2021, when that Wikipedia page was created.

Twenty.

Even if every race on Earth included a “nonbinary” category, it seems as if finding enough bodies to justify the paperwork, prize money restructuring, and athlete-database workarounds would be very difficult.

Solving the “problem,” on the other hand, is very simple.

As long as Hiltz continues to register and compete as a woman, she isn't even pretending her “nonbinary” identity is in any way sincere and neither are her gawping, over-vaccinated fans. Neither is Kara Goucher, despite ostentatiously apologizing to Hiltz on Twitter in 2021 after referring to Hiltz as a “she” while Goucher was announcing a woman’s race. But plenty of people in this circus of foolishness are very sincere about one thing—wanting to make money in running somehow, no matter what it takes. Characters like Goucher understand that as long as everyone is being a public imbecile about this issue, then no one is, including themselves.

If Hiltz wants to compete only as a “nonbinary” runner, fine. Create this division at every big-time road race and every World Marathon Majors event, and make it standard for the amount of prize money for “nonbinary” runners to be the same as for the men’s and women’s elite divisions. This should also happen at every USA Track and Field championship, every Diamond League competition, every World Athletics Championship, and every Summer Olympic Games.

A healthy white woman in the prime of her life, earning hundreds of thousands of dollars a year for running laps around a soft surface, is in need. She is talking. When this happens, we should listen, nod briskly as one, and give the poor lady whatever she wants.

Because if Hiltz gets her stated wish—and she knows this—and agrees to compete solely as a “nonbinary” runner for the rest of her career, she'll be beaten into obscurity by piles of 16-year-old boys, NCAA sub-varsity blokes, and plain old random swaying scrotums. If a division anyone can enter receives an infusion of serious money, this is not merely predictable but inevitable. There are countless 4:15 male milers out there no one has ever heard of and never would even if what Hiltz is proposing came to fruition.

And suddenly, in another “victory” for gender equality, men would be pocketing two-thirds of all prize-money winnings instead of only half, along with every world-record bonus. The blue-hairs and the harridans hate women.

Hiltz wants the world to believe that her “nonbinary” identity is so important to her that calling her anything besides a “they” is painful. If this is true, she needs to retire permanently from women’s competitions. She is transparently trying to keep one pussy-lip planted in the female athletic division and half of her phantom nutsack immersed in a fetid bog of perpetual prima facie grifting.

No one owes her this “courtesy.” Hiltz is a bully. And even if she weren’t, she’s still spouting garbage. People don’t let their own children carry flimsy delusions past early childhood. All five hundred of us who pay attention to professional track are free to correct Hiltz in whatever manner we like when she gets in people’s faces. This is constitutionally protected, and can result in high humor when the blue-hairs and the harridans (and the only real difference is approximately 20 years in age) are denied enforcement power over conversations.

Hiltz is also never going to be busted for doping. No way would that be allowed to happen to a mega-mascot of neo-rainbow delirium. She could grow a goatee and develop a baritone rumble of a voice rivaling Figaro's in The Barber of Seville and blame it all on channeling her dude-side for a few days, and her fans would lap it up. And she would go on uncontroversially competing as a woman, with NBC announcers cautious to never discuss the tonsorial choices of the participants in the women’s 1,500 meters.

I can’t remember when I first saw a Letsrun story that used “they” pronouns for Hiltz, but it was a bleak moment. I bet those guys would say that they fully support Hiltz’s crusade. I further bet what’s important to them is that they make most of their money from advertising. And they have a lot of blue-hairs and harridans patrolling their message board and littering it with threats of censorship and similar action. They are going along with this because covering running is their career.

I am confident that the Johnson brothers never foresaw running becoming a locus for any kind of serious controversies other than those related to athlete doping, which was not exactly new when they started their website around 23 years ago. I can’t fault them for that. But nevertheless, they are a part of this problem now.

Fortunately, my grift is a little different. I appreciate the money I make here—and though I hesitate to talk paid subscribers, you people are funding the majority of my life expenses, and might be covering all of them if I move someplace else—but I do not and will not tailor my output in the direction of gaining more paid subscribers. I rarely look at my stats, but people come and people go. Perhaps I don’t have a core audience other than people who enjoy seeing someone write with what probably appears at times to be an alarming lack of restraint. I just write what feels real. And yeah, I spice it up, often with excessive red pepper. But that’s been my tendency forever. I have to do it this way or simply stop.

And, to steal Glenn Greenwald’s motto for his Rumble show System Update, I am free of establishment constraints. Eventually I will be operating within a crude but reliable off-the-grid economy, following a model I have quietly seen a few dissident-minded friends smartly undertake. It’s important to be able to screw the ever-burgeoning Internal Revenue Service without cheating on your taxes; they can’t do a thing about people bartering. (The IRS also doesn’t really care about anyone who is sufficiently content with traditional poverty to live this way.)

Most importantly, I have no obligations to advertisers or anyone else in running. Even my own mother hates this site, even though she knows I’m simply trying to help. Even though various lowly, spineless cretins at Podium Runner and Runner’s World. are attempting to methodically dismantle all traces of my past connections to their now-degraded (or in the case of Podium Runner, deceased) operations.

In fact, according to certain propositional feminists, as a cisgender male, I can't possibly care in any real way about women's athletics anyway, and if I somehow do, I should stop. This has been their standing claim whenever males question the presence of males in female-only sports: You don’t care anyway and never did! How charming for someone my age to hear this from a chain-smoking 22-year-old wearing a decorative railroad spike up her vagina.

So, pretending that's true, fine, to hell with women's sports. No one watches except for the booty and the boobies, right? All those Ethiopians, Germans, Scots, and Californians who weigh 85 pounds even when properly fed and fueled are delicious eye-candy for the average straight male (or lesbian) sports-consumer; no one cares about the action, the competition, at all. None of the drama, the fodder for storytelling and formed memories, has ever mattered.

Fine. As it happens, Hiltz’s yammering at race directors is nothing compared to the stuff she spews about “anti-trans bills” introduced by Republican legislators.

This is the most maddening part of Hiltz’s anti-reality pogrom. This article is getting too long to delve into specifics, but at this point my readers are either aware of these or fervently hiding from them.

Hiltz is a backer of puberty blockers and the precocious surgical deformation of children. The consequences of the “pro trans” movement have all been negative and women have borne one hundred percent of its practical brunt. Women are being raped by fully peckered-and-balled “women” in prisons. There are almost no spaces today for Western World women that are safe from these hell-bent maniacs. Deviants are making and enforcing insane rules while canning necessary ones.

While I maintain that the prevalence of organic perverts (as in actual pedophiles) remains manageably low—and how much pedophilia in schools is too much is a question I leave to The New York Times to answer—the prevalence of genuine groomers posing as teachers is in fact extremely high.

Nikki Hiltz and hew crew are going to look dumb even to other dummies in a few years, when all these poor and truly pitiable outcast kids who have been railroaded into permanent sterilization—also called “gender-affirmation surgery”—start going on Fox News and coming out with books that name the people most responsible for tricking them.

At the highest level, this disease is the fault of mentally disturbed adults and billionaires like Goerge Soros who regard human society as a video game and its characters as merely soulless animated figures with no plausible reason for personal agency and autonomy. The mechanisms of control are just as powerful as hand-held, analog joysticks, but far better hidden. Hidden even when in plain sight, because they’re in plain sight.

None of us can change what the overlords do, but to borrow from a well-known female athlete, please take note that it costs $0 to tell Nikolai Hiltzkyy to go eat herself a huge, throbbing, veiny frankfurter-like object when she starts emitting her usual raucously self-interested bafflegab. At least if you're not cancelable.

And I have to say, those of us who in effect pre-emptively canceled our own staticky selves years ago—mostly older straight white men—thanks to an emerging and ineluctable resistance to revisionist and fascist rhetoric have found that this is an oddly refreshing status to hold. It leads to more (and more solid) friendships than it does to genuinely regrettable schisms. (Perhaps coincidentally, Gen X white men are also the only straight white Americans who still enjoy having sex.)

A refusal to accept, and the ongoing willingness to challenge, patently deleterious nonsense no matter the fallout debars the virtue-free Twitter-mobsters, the body-negative washouts, the nattering old maids, the Branch Covidians, and the anti-white racist scumlords from swooping in and claiming credit for yet another Internet extinction event. It makes cowards cringe and wonder if their swindles might someday draw to a wholly sensible close after all.

It also means no one quite knows what’s coming next. Including me.