The freak show is being relocated (or colocated)

I’ve copied all of my posts about Kim Duclos to the Chimp Refuge. Although Kim (new home) and once belonged to the running world, this is no longer true. As a result, inasmuch as there are good reasons to waste words on her at all, this is no longer an appropriate venue for it. I’m no longer interested in sullying a legitimate running blog with new material about a nutbag who happens to be a somewhat accomplished former runner. Because the Chimp Refuge was once part of the now-defunct ScienceBlogs.com network, it actually attracted a considerable number of hits in its day (we topped out at just over 90,000 unique visits one month in 2007), and thanks to the vagaries of Google indexing, it still gets more traffic than this one does in spite of my having largely neglected it in recent years. That aside, it's simply a more appropriate place to rant about the world’s reprobates, undesirables, and sickos.

Inevitable parting shots below the crease.

Kim will never going to change unless physically compelled to do so. I've been around a lot of troubled people in my travels as both an active and sober drunk, and Kim lacks the constitution to align her minds with objective reality. Her caregiver is plagued with his own obvious problems, so as long as Kim has Internet access, she will continue her lying and delusion-mongering. Kim, in fact, is scrambling at this very moment to try to erase all evidence that I coached her; this isn't the first time she's tried this, but now she's using especially florid lies, empty threats, and demonstrably false (and possibly actionable) accusations aimed at one of my friends to bring this about. Ironically, I never tell people I coached her and wish fervently that I never had; she got plenty out of the arrangement, and I got stiffed in real time and hounded mercilessly ever since. Kim Duclos is probably the worst person, head to toe, I have ever personally met, including people I know who have spent time in prison. She is thoroughly unrepentant about absolutely every wrong she's ever committed, and that includes a very long string of wrongs. Lawd ha'mercy, I haven't even started with the really jarring screen-shots from back in the day yet.

Although mental problems fuel much of Kim's wild dissembling, I don't feel sorry for her. Her "issues" hurt others too much for pity to be an option anymore, and her screwy actions, though fueled by psychological disarray and alcohol, are deliberate. She is a damaged, babbling sack of useless biomass and a drain on civil society, and she inhabits the highly disposable far-left tail of any imaginable bell-shaped distribution pertaining to overall human worth.

All of that said, there's a part of me I'm not at all proud of that insists on engaging, however indirectly, people like Kim. You can't teach even the brightest Golden retriever to play chess, and you can't reason with people whose minds are mush thanks to the unfortunate consequences of unfavorable gamete fusion. The right kinds of drugs to move Kim to the realm of normal functioning may not have been invented yet, and even if they have, she's never been cajoled in the direction of getting help. Initially I had little choice but to write publicly about her because of her baseless vendetta, which she's been carrying on now for a solid four and a half years. (You think marathoners have endurance? Insanity is endurance incarnate.) I've been a little meaner toward her than I've wanted to in some ways but less so than I could have been, and now intend to be, in various others.

That this sad clown has little to lose by continuing to lie and throw tantrums is not exactly something I can say works in their her -- I mean, really, who wants to be a lifelong prisoner of vicious turmoil and social dysfunction? -- but it's an issue to be aware of when dealing with dregs like her. Kim has neither the intention nor the ability to remain employable. So as long as someone else is subsidizing her rickety life, she has no impetus to be honest or remotely decent. She can spout the same arrant bullshit continuously and not even care that everyone knows that she's lying, because when someone is already lying in a mewling heap on the basement floor in her own stinking offal and effluvia, there's really no further she can sink. I suppose she could fuck up and cross the line from saying insane things to saying insane and actionable things, but as is characteristic of low-wattage yutzes, she doesn't have anything of material value to lose.

So that's that. At this point, I won’t delete the relevant existing posts from this blog, and the more astute among you -- and even some of you nitwits -- can probably figure out why.