The California Legislature is under the complete control of deranged sexual perverts

The entire running media, including Wokish crapcasters, have been supporting this crazy train despite warnings it never plans to stop

California has been at least a few months ahead of the rest of the United States in terms of the sanctioning, enforcement, and attempted normalization of sheer unbridled sexual degeneracy. While this descriptor and “perverts” are loaded and facile terms, they’re not only appropriate but necessary to describe the extent of what the sickos in charge of 39 million lives, not including those of millions of illegal undocumented immigrants, are perpetrating. And as a kinkster myself, I don’t say these things lightly.

Lawmakers are now proposing a bill that would allow the state to take children as young as seven years old away from parents who refuse to “affirm” their child’s gender transition. (The absurdly low age of “affirmation” isn’t mentioned in AB-957; such has already been codified elsewhere in the roster of increasingly dystopian California statutes.) In this video from The Rubin Report, hosted by a conservative whom libtards especially hate because he’s gay, a longtime California state senator basically taps out—of public service and of planning to even remain a resident of his own fallen state.

That’s not all (how could it be?). In case you can’t or would rather not read the text in the image below, it’s a letter from California Insurance Commissioner Ricardo Lara to Kathie Moehlig, the executive director of Trans Family Support Services. It essentially says that insurance has to cover mastectomies for minors who have declared themselves boys, with the problem of age evaded by classifying the breasts of these minor girls as tumors or “congenital defects.”

Moehlig is also an ordained minister. These people are determined to sunder every institution they can ensnare, which appears to be all of them. I can’t believe no one has shot California Governor Gavin Newsom in the face yet.

I don’t have to explain how insane this is. I don’t have to fight to convince any vestigial Democrats performing vestigial scans of this site that none of them would consent to any of this Orwellian-Mengelian horseshit concerning their own children. I think a few might even admit that this transgender shit has gotten far, far out of hand. Not publicly yet, but to someone they know, and not necessarily requiring barbiturate drugs as a catalyst.

Perhaps the head-scratching part, not just to the libtards but to everyone else, is how so many perverts have gained legislative and judicial power. That’s easy, if difficult to stomach. They have simply been purchased and installed.

George Carlin is regarded as one of the best comedians of all time primarily because of his pure genius with language; his dissections of pithy sayings and other expressive norms are priceless. After his wife died, he became especially vicious toward religion. But Carlin was also among the most politically astute humans who ever lived. This short clip from 2006 is almost surreal in its description of 2023 reality:

Now consider: 2006 was well into the Patriot Act and the creation and expansion of the Department of Homeland Security. But it was before the bankers wrecked the country under a stammering George W. Bush and then vacuumed what was left right up into their fat fucking bellies with the help of a beaming Barack Obama. It was before Citizens United, before the complete collapse of the corporate media into the arms of the Intelligence Community, before the whole covid scam that once again sunk normies while pumping trillions into corporations and stock-market prop-ups. It was before lockdowns and contrived racial animus and translunacy and people screaming “ANTISEMITISM” to more easily commit crimes and shut canny observers up, or tar them so the brainwashed masses could pounce and ruin their lives based on lies, 14-year-old tweets, or 14-year-old lies.

Christ, no wonder the man was agitated and elected to die in his early seventies.

I am not a dozen-plus years ahead of my time, or for that matter one day. But I have kept pretty accurate records in recent years of where this was headed. And the entire corporate running media—in fact, anyone allowed to have a voice in the sport—have been unconditionally in favor of anything trans-rights activists (TRAs), some of the most visibly unwell people on the planet, demand. They have, accordingly, belittled, blocked, or otherwise tried to exclude anyone piping up with a “Hey, I’m all for equal rights, but…”, labeling them haters, regressives, right-wingers, racists, or whatever allows them to claim moral superiority.

Of course, this is an entirely one-sided “discussion.”

In early November of 2020, I wrote a post critical of Alison Wade of Fast Women, Chris Chavez of Citius Mag, Oiselle CEO Sally Bergesen, Erin Strout of Women’s Running, and Molly Mirhashem of Outside Online. Then I ran out of space.

Given what was shortly to follow, the most problematic of the post’s many nettlesome elements was probably my opposition to Chavez’ praise of an advocacy article by Strout, which I labeled “self-evidently not a ‘good piece’ at all but a ghastly one.” Which it was and remains to this day.

We can train for it by running from our critics

I also mentioned the attack months earlier on Laz Lake and the proposed attack livelihood, a major reason I started focusing on the mindless brutality of Wokish tactics. The whole thing is worth a re-read, not because it shows how brilliant I am but because it demonstrates how dizzyingly stupid, unaccountable, and weak of character virtually everyone shouting about running from the sidelines is.

From a post I wrote a mere three months ago:

This ongoing accommodation of loonies, harpies, and griftorious frauds should stop. The only endpoint, or floor, for everyone else in the absence of boisterous pushback is no endpoint at all, just more gaslighting and increasingly unlikely perturbations to collective comfort framed as “preserving democracy.”

Regular readers know that I routinely beat the drum about how Wokism has no goal, no endpoint, other than to consume and destroy. I don’t see how I’ve been wrong about this, just as I see how my own shouting from the sidelines has had no impact whatsoever.

A few days later I was back with a post maligning this response from Chavez to his critics in the Citius Mag newsletter:

We had our fair share of followers (or now former followers) telling us to “stick to running” but we won’t. We recommend reading this piece by Women’s Running and Erin Strout because that line between sports or running and politics doesn’t exist. Also...it was pretty cool to see President-elect Joe Biden’s Election Day video to use the same song that we use for the CITIUS MAG Podcast.

At the end of the post I made a note of some articles I was working on that were scheduled to appear in the now-dead online publication Podium Runner, one of Outside, Inc.’s former brands. Hours later I got an e-mail from PR editor Jonathan Beverly informing me that my freelancing services were no longer desired. The e-mail (correction mine):

Your blog was brought to my attention, to my dismay. While you have a right to say anything you want, you can't write this kind these kinds of hateful attacks on colleagues and also write for PR. 

Apart from writing for us, in my opinion, you're not helping any cause with your attacks.

As I've written, I don’t blame Beverly for cutting off my access, or for being too much of a pussy to tell me it was Strout who complained. He knew I could get by without the once-a-month or occasional $200 check. But as I’ve also emphasized, he overstepped by opining that I was “not helping any cause” with my attacks. And none of the people I was writing about were my colleagues, neither literally nor in spirit.

Are any of these fans of political banter singing love songs for Joe Biden, Jr. now? Or about the state of the country and the world overall? I know coddled, complacent types like the Roche cultists don’t care, but none of them has ever gotten more than two paragraphs into anything I’ve written owing to a combination of morbid panic and a florid lack of comprehension. The same goes for the harridans.

And actually, I have another Chavez update. Upon learning of the untimely death of American sprinter Tori Bowie in early May, Chavez, on nothing but an apparent hunch, decided to indirectly classify Bowie’s death as a suicide. As it happens, once again, he stuck one of his probably webbed feet into his hapless, Nike-funded mouth.

Showing he is at least consistent, Chavez has not acknowledged his error on Twitter, the only platform suited to his Cocker Spaniel-esque attention span. Neither has Kyle Merber or any of the other dipshits and flailing cheerleaders posing as journalists or whatever roles the goons in that raucous production attempt to play in the sport.

But that’s all in the present; we need to focus on the past.

Every site, outlet, high-traffic podcaster, freelance journalist, or other pundit I can name with the exception of Letsrun.com bears not just small but extreme culpability in the march over the past three years of the United States toward unfixable gloom (and I’ve head bad things about Letsrun forum moderation). No one can stop the World Economic Forum or the CIA, but people who have participated by rabidly green-lighting absolutely everything produced by TRAs are blameworthy. In fact, many would be happy to admit it as they have yet to perceive a problem.

So keep it up, Runner’s World, Trail Runner, Outside Online, Fast Women, and Women’s Running, along with every shoe, apparel, and gear company anyone can name. And all the screeching racists like Alison Desir and Emilia Benton should also not relent. Pundits and crapcasters, go on championing the value of imaginary discord and pre-packaged strife. And do give sufficiently flabby or ethnic course-cutters the occasional positive platforming, because inclusivity.

Continue to swallow and promote American dopers who blame Mexican food trucks while putting pronouns in your bios to signal who counts as having an opinion worth listening to and who doesn’t. Bash white guys even though ugly white guys are the only guys willing to pork you. Push the value—nay, necessity—of experimental boosters and double-masking on the run “because the CDC says to” even while knowing the CDC is corrupt.

Keep yelling about how Nikki Hiltz is just fighting the good fight for beleaguered and oppressed trans people around the world, and avoid stories from California that cause you whatever sputtering level of cognitive dissonance your feeble brains can support.

Make your advertisers and paymasters happy by painting everything in rainbow colors and praising 300-pound gobs of guck for their athleticism, and above all else, keep the decaying remains of your integrity firmly buried far up your gelatinous asses.

Keep it up. We’re almost “there,” whatever and wherever that is. I’m sorry I ever tried to get in the way of this excellent collective project or the dirty money you’re all making from it.