This week in Steve McConkey: A snowflake who courageously deletes everything

Ir’s time to explicitly observe a number of things about Steve McConkey that I should have understood from the moment I was first directed toward one of his Facebook posts. In short:

1) He’s not the most astute philosopher or scholar out there. This has been clear from the beginning and is a requirement for maintaining the views he does.
2) He’s a fundamentally indecent person — slothful, malicious and dishonest and determined to extract enough cash from fellow dimwits and crazies to offset his inability or refusal to hold a job. This, like low cognitive wattage, is de rigueur for Christians of his ilk.
3) He has overt mental problems that interfere with his everyday functioning, but are not sufficiently severe to absolve him of accountability for his behavior. This aspect of his persona drives most of what I focus on below.
4) He no more a Christian at heart than I am, and is probably less so. This is true of most people who make public proclamations about their religious belefs, which are almost invariably a ploy for self-enrichment. Steve McConkey’s “faith” is not more than a shield for his fundamental distaste for gays and transgender people and a mechanism for begging.
5) He’s going to retain all of these traits for the rest of his life, because God dealt him an unfavorable hand, and because people who behave like he does for as long as he has virtually never shift toward more accommodating points of view.

Having followed Steve for all of five weeks now, I’ve gained a sense of why he hasn’t garnered more negative attention over the years. Sure, he’s plainly a goof and easy enough for reasonable people and everyday Christians to ignore, but he’s been trying to make a name for himself in a relatively limited sports niche for at least 37 years. On this basis alone, it seems that his controversial blather would have been called into question more energetically than it has.

As it happens, a big part of the explanation is fairly simple. At any given time, Steve’s online presence is a remarkable not for what’s posted under his name — on his personal and “Steve report” Facebook pages as well as his “4 Winds” site — but for what was once posted in these places but is now missing.

Steve regularly turns over almost all of the Internet content he generates. He’s like a similarly unbalanced (but not religious, at least not yet) person to whom I’ve dedicated a big chunk of this blog in that he doesn’t just routinely delete posts; he regularly wipes out whole sites or major portions thereof. The vast majority of what he has written for the Web no longer exists except in the Internet Archive. As a result, there exists no great pantheon of Steve McConkey burbling stretching back to the earliest days of the Web. In order to construct a reasonably comprehensive version of such a thing, some enterprising soul would have needed to begin manually collecting Steve’s drivel two decades ago.

The entries on his Facebook page date back only to Feb. 28 of this year, not even two months. His 4 Winds page is even more close-cropped, dating back exactly one month as of this writing. Hilariously, one of the seven posts on that page mentions that he and his equally brain-dead wife have been “ministering” (i.e., begging) for 37 years. If these two weren’t such weirdos, they might have followers with the wherewithal to at least notice that nothing Steve vomits onto the Internet lasts for very long. At least a few of his hundreds of Facebook followers would be asking after his mental health if these followers comprised a representative sample of the U.S. population rather than a smattering of dingbats.

Archived versions of a number Steve’s shit-sites exist, such as this one and this one. Don’t ask me why anyone felt he needed to one site called Big World Watch and another called Big Planet Watch, or what prompted him to delete these in sequence, because I am not adept at discerning the thought processes of yammering nutbags despite often following their exploits with ha disturbing level of interest.

I would consider it a big deal if, at the end of any five-year period, I had permanently deleted even 10 percent of the things I had written online because I had changed my mind or feared what people would think or both. Over a dozen years ago, I stripped a lot of the content from, such as my training log and race reports and a different blog than this one, because I knew my days of serious running were probably over and I didn’t want to look at evidence that I had wasted so much of my life on something as patently frivolous as distance running. (It would have been different had I been any good at it.) But that was a basic restructuring decision, not an “Oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that” moment, either my first or my 500th. And, as long as I decide not to get really crotchety and start monkeying with robots.txt files, anyone can exhume the various corpses from past versions of my site. Or you can just ask me for those race reports and training logs if you’re bored and off your goddamned rocker.

Steve McConkey does not have the courage of his convictions. He is a flat-out coward who deletes even reasoned dissent, as a couple of my friends discovered when they posted to his Facebook page. He will say one day that he has been heroically pushing a given unpopular idea for many years, and the very next day that boast will have disappeared along with the majority of whatever existed under his name 24 hours earlier. The funniest thing is that none of the idiots who follow him and egg him on even seem to notice, probably because they don’t like to read and don’t care. All that is important too these fools is that someone is standing up for ersatz Christianity and the frothing, demented, dumb, and blindly aggrieved arm of the U.S. populace.

As for Steve’s specific grievances lately, he has noticed Hemant Mehta’s recent post about him and, as usual, chalked up the entirety of what was said about him to the corrupt character of homosexuals and atheists.

He whines that he has received at least 600 distinct personal attacks from, you got it, homosexuals and atheists, as if he’s really keep counting.

Note the obligatory dimbulb who chimes in to say that attracting harsh criticism is a sure sign of well-chosen behavior. Shouldn’t that apply to gay people, pro-choice demonstrators, and the Parkland kids? These clowns are just tragically, miserably dumb.

He makes his obligatory empty statement about God’s unchanging and absolute morality, which means less than nothing coming from any Trump supporter.

And, not surprisingly, he’s got at least one bona fide Nazi on his page — a curiosity in this case if the photo and name are legitimate, since I don’t know many Nazis of East Asian descent.

All throughout, Steve McConkey implores people to pray, pray, and pray some more. In the meantime, he’s privately praying that others continue to subsidize his life and believe his lies.

Steve’s concerns transgender and intersexed people in the Olympics and elsewhere in sports are actually valid ones. But it’s not like he’s the first person to bring this issue up, and that Steve portrays his obsessions as aspects of his Christian beliefs is a joke. He’s either in the closet or has serious concerns about his own masculinity, as I imagine most men who fathered three kids without ever holding a job would have.

My religious friends (mostly Catholics from New England) have privately told me what a joke this guy is, and even other Evangelicals have to see him as a liability since everything he does is so unrefined and contradictory even by the low standards of that whole scam.