“Black lives matter is a joke,” proclaims Steve McConkey, Christian gag-reel-of-one

Among the florid complaints in Steve McConkey‘s ever-shifting, morbidly entertaining “expose” of my uncivil behavior is the idea that he has publicly behaved less than charitably toward not only atheists, gays, trans people and non-demented non-Christians generally, but also people of color:

In disputing charges of racism, Steve McConkey sure likes to walk the edge lately.

I’ve already described the radio-station episode, McConkey’s belief that Colin Kaepernick has no right to protest during the National Anthem (basically, he owes dead white folks a favor) and, most recently, McConkey’s initial response to the events in Minneapolis triggered by the killing of George Floyd by a then-police officer.

McConkey decided to immediately “respond” to my post in the usual way — by lying about it, without a link, a screen-capture or even any context (where is my supposed abuse even happening?).

He then immediately jumped on the Foxy idea that George Floyd was, of course, the victim of his own choices.

We all know the story of that autopsy. It’s worth asking at this point, if Steve McConkey doesn’t harbor any special animus toward African-Americans, why would he write this? Wouldn’t even someone skeptical of the initial reports hold back if possessed of at least a little human compassion? Put another way, albeit a rigged one: Would McConkey have been satisfied with an autopsy in effect clearing a black cop of the murder of a white citizen, all else — including the damning film footage — the same?

The next one, welcoming in the month of June, was inevitable.

Some openly racist stuff almost looks innocent because the malevolence is flash-fried by the thermonuclear stupidity. This is a prime example and has also been adequately addressed elsewhere.

Then came a flurry of weird, related shit.

Then, McConkey told one of his casual lies (75 Madison businesses are listed as having been damaged, looted or both) while revealing his ignorance about the very nature of protests.

Then the whataboutism started.

McConkey doesn’t mention that Noor was ultimately convicted of third-degree murder and manslaughter and sentenced to 12.5 years in prison in 2019. He also of course ignores the fact that, to anyone’s knowledge, no systemic, longstanding black-cop-on-white-unarmed-citizen violence exists in the U.S. He brings up the good point that bad cops shouldn’t be working, but that wasn’t his intent.

Again, to bring this up at this point in this way while dodging the specter of racist motivation would require some deft maneuvering, and I don’t think McConkey has accomplished that here.

It’s important to remember, inasmuch as any of this cavorting with words matters, that Steve McConkey’s bizarre threat in November included the invitation for me to make these recent posts about him as well as start this, and yet he won’t engage me directly anymore. You can accuse me of persisting for no good reason, but in the words of every 7-year-old at some point, he started it. He is easily the most cowardly career Internet sniper I’ve come across. Despite these manifest shortcomings, he likes to remind himself often that if he squints really hard in the direction of a Bible, he’s actually rarin’ to kick some ass:

This one only looks racist by extension of its general inability to weigh the basic common-ish variables of related but distinct situation. Plus, he lies when he decides a given conclusion is necessary.

The next one leaves far less wiggle room: McConkey says (or tries to say, in his pidgin English) that because most blacks are killed by blacks, the entire Black Lives Matter cause is unjust and angry black people are, yes, hypocrites. Apparently, he thinks those same people pissed about white cop-on-black-citizen violence are just fine with violence within their own communities — shit, who isn’t?

We’re still on June 3, by the way.  Next, in case you didn’t get the point, McConkey, who by the way was a little off on the coronavirus and talking about this instead, emphasizes that Black Lives Matter is a joke.

Whatever one thinks of the rioting and other ill effects of the protests and their spawn, I don’t know anyone, Christian or otherwise, who openly writes off the cause as a joke.

McConkey then does something that makes me viscerally angry at him and anyone who thinks like him. He writes off Derek Chauvin kneeling calmly and purposefully on George Floyd’s neck for over eight minutes as “a rogue cop not using his head.”

It’s funny how McConkey weighs all of the factors he sees here. Christians are supposed to go to Heaven, full stop, but now McConkey wants to replace God and play arbiter because, well, issues, I guess. Floyd had drugs in his system, but McConkey is a former drinker, pot smoker and user of hard drugs who transitioned into lifelong unemployment and hate-spewing after sobering up from chemicals, so I don’t think he’s matured emotionally or spiritually in those 40-plus years of putative abstinence. (Hey, if McConkey can decide who’s moral in the eyes of the LORD, and when and why, so can I.)

And because things aren’t bad enough, McConkey had to introduce another racist trope about stuff that might happen, and look at how these ghastly people he calls followers respond. Please do look.

I included the following fairly tale because it’s close enough to the topic to count, and, man, fucking come on. He makes up stories to excuse murderous behavior by certain police officers about certain, possibly Heaven-bound murder victims.

McConkey also just doesn’t get it because it’s all, well, libs owning  themselves. No, true story.

I’ll skip the various posts, a few per week lately, exhorting visitors to buy guns at McConkey’s son’s store because God and prayer, while the entire answer, apparently aren’t enough. I suspect that McConkey gets an allowance from his adult children, though I have no idea if this is tied into the performance of the business.

McConkey, who ignores every important bit of wisdom in the Christian Bible, doesn’t like this dead black theologian who freelanced with the Good Book too much.

McConkey then gives away more than he realizes by speculating that no one actually cares about violence perpetrated against African-Americans — it’s all a plot.

McConkey then appended the lie about the extent of the damage to Madison (again, 75 business were listed as damaged or looted, not destroyed) to a suggestion that might have been a stupid joke or might have been just stupid. Trump sneaks in a lot of lies this way, by being confused and angry and up his own ass about something tangentially related to his core babblestream.

The whole Christian idea of making tangible amends for wrongs is not on McConkey’s radar because he never, ever admits to being wrong, which sucks for him as he manages to be wrong about virtually everything of consequence, including his choice of hate campaign strategists (more on that issue later). In fact, though it’s not his money — none is, really — he opposes the idea.

McConkey, it seems, opposes human kindness because he hasn’t experienced any himself and is clueless as to why.

I’m going to leave some more stuff out for now because, while nutzoid, it’s off-topic. I will close instead with yet another crazy invented run-in with the Wisco Po-Po on the heels of an, okay, yeah, that’s not how things get renamed:

I could of lost control, however, just comply.

If Mr. McConkey would comply with any of the tenets of Christianity, he might have more to say within that peculiar realm, but that’s for other dreamers to sort out. I do know for certain that Steve McConkey is a hatemonger masquerading as something else in an effort to have others fund his sad but determined path toward the end of his days, and is irritated that someone is now cataloguing his mayhem because it makes it harder to lie. He doesn’t like that he can’t silence his critics with lies, exaggerations or posturing.

He is, above all and apart from his childish cognitive processes, a quintessential Evangelical Christian, driven at root if not always in conscious thought by white supremacy and warped delusions. McConkey dislikes himself for some reason, which isn’t unique, but the ways in which people like him and Kim Duclos decide to exact a toll on others are as fascinating to ponder as they are revolting in the moment to behold. But any time I take the piss out of one of these idiotic cross-wavers, I feel like I have done society a service despite being motivated mostly by personal animus.

Next time, back to McConkey’s fumblefucking of the pandemic numbers and his usual refusal to admit it.