Tracksmith BACKS DOWN, apologizes, and gets SLAMMED ANYWAY by the same DERANGED WHINERS who bullied it into deleting its "BQ shirts here" post
Another example of why capitulating to Wokish mobs is always the wrong choice for reasons both moral and strategic
Tracksmith has deleted the Instagram post it made on Monday advertising its “Boston Marathon qualifer” singlets. Yesterday afternoon, this apology appeared on Tracksmith’s account.
At least a couple of things about this are obvious. One, it’s trash. The amount of work someone puts into shooting for a goal race time has no bearing on the only relevant variable when it comes to delineating the can’t-dos (or at least haven’t-done) from more capable perambulators, no matter the setting. This includes qualifying for the state meet in the 3,200 meters as a high-school athlete, being accepted into the Olympic Trials, or becoming eligible for Boston Marathon braggart-gear peddled by Tracksmith.
Two, it’s patently dishonest. Tracksmith was plainly not trying to communicate anything about the stand-alone value of hard work in its deleted post. It was offering some of the many braggart-prone consumers who most avidly purchase Tracksmith gear another opportunity to stand out. This is just a fact. In the deleted post, Tracksmith gibbered that it “wanted to make sure [the singlet] something special for qualifiers only.”
Perhaps less obvious is that clarifications of messages shouldn’t require that the original messages be scrubbed. In a past era, this was standard, uncontroversial practice. Now, with the Internet swarming with mobs of prematurely and irreparably broken souls who despise the entire concept that undeniable differences in innate human proficiency, attractiveness, and brainpower exist and matter, this is yet another communication norm the sniveling, squint-eyed Wokish have battered into oblivion.
In fact, Tracksmith did post its apology without first deleting the offending post. This was too much for folks such as Ryan McLeod:
McLeod advertises himself in his profile as the “Former @citiusmag WR slowest mile run challenge” winner and claims a marathon best of 4:24:38. He therefore is both a consumer of the output of the morons at Citius Mag and someone with zero chance at all of getting anywhere near three hours. I cannot imagine being that ungodly slow at running and deciding my opinion about far faster runners had any relevance to any conversation whatsoever.
My man Ryan needs to accept that shirts like these are not for him. They are for people who can both run a little and have the consumer tastes of typical under-40 denizens of Western World nations. My man Ryan no doubt loves the gimcrack he can qualify for, but when he can’t? HIDE IT! A DEATH-STAR-LIKE “TRACTOR BEAM” IS FORCING ME TO VIEW INSTAGRAM!!
And Tracksmith deleting the Monday post did more than just delete the words of the company itself. It also deleted the hundreds of comments below it—enraged, approving, or snarky. This by itself is a scummy move, so I’m giving, like, major anti-kudos to Tracksmith for deleting its post rather than let it stand, along with the input it received and the dismal realities it emphasized about the online running “community”—an “environment” beset by a discomfiting number of ex-runners and other slugs with no skin in this game despite their characteristic overabundance of it.
Yet another perhaps-recondite aspect of this embarrassing display is the utter pointlessness of capitulating to people who for all intents and purposes are immune to various rational concepts, i.e., insane.
Forget the fact that Tracksmith could, if it chose to, easily craft a defense of its shirts, ranging from “We really feel as if these are a popular item” to “Imagine how many of these we could sell if some of you widebodies got off your ample asses and trained for a race one time.” Whether a company is surrendering specifically to shrieking white harridans (the stewards of Wokism) or knock-kneed woebegone shufflers across the age and identity spectrum, its apology always gets just as much dragging from the same people as the original post did. In fact, Tracksmith may wind up deleting its apology and replacing it with something even more self-debasing, at which point the fury and the flames will resume as before.
The comment below demonstrates a complete and alarmingly widespread inability to understand that qualities such as task-proficiency, attractiveness, and brainpower are stand-alone assets, and that these are universally valued regardless of their genesis.
I know plenty of runners who have tried hard and failed to qualify for Boston. I would bet that these people significantly outnumber the ranks of the butthurt-brigade. But this crowd consists of more generally rational people who are less inclined to rant and rave on sites like Instagram.
And by the way, someone might want to remind all of these morbid clowns that visiting the Tracksmith Instagram account is an entirely optional exercise.
Sadly, it might be the case that hoopyveganrunner—an inauspicious handle, and I’ll leave it at that—is in the wrong sport, or to be more precise is in the wrong hobby. And I don’t mean that she’s too slow. I mean that she has immersed herself in an environment where stratification by performance is not only the point of footracing but impossible to dodge, along with the implications of same: that people differ in inherent and demonstrated potential. Some people simply have more to offer in certain areas than others because of the ineluctable effects of human nature. Ugly people don’t marry other ugly people because they disliked the personalities of the many attractive people they turned down first.
People prefer to look at pretty things, be they landscapes or human bodies. They prefer to see people who demonstrate competence in areas where competence is valued, even if the complex morass of behavioral impulses and actions we call human nature makes achieving this level of competence impossible for some or even the overwhelming majority of people.
Most people are elitists at heart. Some of them just bury their own version under mounds of resentment.
The flames in the reactions to the apology are almost as hot as the ones in the comments to the now-deleted post. The reason is simple: Too many people exist who want to completely bar from their and others’ minds the idea that levels of ability and appeal—an amalgam of dynamic traits we often call “charisma”—differ among individual human specimens. Quite widely. So, Tracksmith deleting that post isn’t enough. It was there, people saw it, the singlets exist too, and dammit, someone somewhere is going to be too good at something for the liking of these defiantly hapless whack-jobs.
And they are indeed whack-jobs, at least many of them. If you explore the accounts of the angry commenters, you’ll surely find that most of them express support for “trans rights,” at least one proxy war, and experimental, highly pathogenic nucleic-acid injections. These are Current Thing People, and their brains don’t work correctly.
It is facile, and therefore dubious, to dismiss one’s philosophical opponents as mentally challenged, even in an age where so many people are plainly off their rockers.
But look around you. If you’re a runner, how likely is it that someone thinking straight—a misandrist feminist, at that—would want males calling themselves females in female-only spaces for purely, or any, rational reasons? What sane and sober person thinks it’s not racist for Alison Desir to claim that a certain segment of the population is inherently flawed on the basis of ethnic heritage, labeling this flaw “whiteness”? Why would someone like Kara Goucher
Not everyone who champions and transmits Wokish precepts is mentally ill. But every one of them is participating in sick behavior. When everyrunner’s lily-white darling Kara Goucher goes out of her way multiple times to praise a transparent slobbering mess of lies and gluttony like Layota Snell, this is sick behavior, no matter its pathogenesis.
The following post is paywalled, but the portion viewable by non-subscribers is extensive and worth reading.
Imagine the Wokish rising up and flapping their equity and inclusion flags concerning the Olympic and World Championships mens’ 100-meter dash finals. Time after time, all we see is between six and eight of the eight lanes occupied by faces belonging to people of chiefly West African descent.
Sure, these people always get to the finals by beating others in the semifinal heats. But sheesh. Shouldn’t there be approximately one white North American, one Latin American, one white European (preferably a Ukrainian Nazi) two black “Africans” (ideally one from Nigeria and the other from Jamaica), and three Asians (say, a Chinese, an Indian, and an Israeli)?
I would think that there are more ways to become, or at least “be,” a sub-10.00 100-meter sprinter than to actually record a mark of under ten seconds in a properly times race. What about people who train very hard, but have very short legs and can’t break fifteen seconds? What if they pledge Two Spirit status? What if they glue a year’s worth of pubic-hair trimmings to their faces, dye the result fuchsia, and create a brand-new gender flag?
Why, the Wokish think, do we insist on celebrating the most proficient people, especially at events set aside specifically to find out who the most proficient people on the day are?
Yes, they’re a howling and hopeless stew of misplaced emotions and values reminiscent of the intractable social retard: Whine, whine, and whine some more, and if that doesn’t work issue threats until yet one more piece of overly ego-chafing reality disappears from cyberspace.
Related to this is the power these broken gadabouts draw when they get their way. No one should give the Wokish a taste of this by acceding to their nitwit demands, because no apology—nothing—ever appeases them. Every “crime” is everlasting even when most of the evidence is erased, and successes in this area only makes Wokish goons smell blood. This isn’t surprising, as people who whine incessantly about how much they suck at running or anything else that matters to them—and while the never frame it that way, they might as well just admit it—are almost universally eager to join cancel-happy mobs, as this accrues both a primary benefit (the deletion of the “offending” content( and a secondary benefit (the demented rush that an insecure egomaniac experiences whenever she successfully takes his or her betters down a peg).
This was a shameful move by Tracksmith. What do they think will happen next time? And there will be a next time, because although Wokish people are widely heralded for their low IQs, their memories of getting people to cave when they start unfurling their pathetic bereavements are crystal-clear. The mob will come again one day for Tracksmith, and it will also come, and soon, for other companies who go too far in emphasizing, however unintentionally and only in the sputtering and feelings-ravaged minds, that some people are just not very good at things compared to those who are.
The Wokish are like termites, blindly persistent and not fond of learning new tricks. They’ll be around for a while regardless, but if enough brave people in influential positions simply start telling them to shove it up their pimply asses, it will budge some of the macabre momentum the cancel-cravers now enjoy. And not only is it futile to compromise in any way with these sick people, it feels good to exert the freedom to tell them to suck it, hundreds of chittering blue, purple, and green heads at a time, and express in plain terms that you know exactly why they’re doing what they’re doing.