Steve McConkey’s 2020: Further degraded and even down-“graded”

Months ago, I again lost interest in following the everlasting public self-implosion of cross-brandishing hate-loon and lie-factory Steve McConkey. I won’t spend time posting the same screen shots of McConkey’s deleted Facebook posts that I’ve already posted, or link to that stuff here; I just have to pause to reflect on two things I haven’t emphasized to my own content on this portion of the blog.

One is that I have no idea how someone like McConkey is even able to maintain an Internet presence in the face of how hilariously (or not) incorrect he manages to be, not just about basic matters a child could figure out, but within areas of his supposed educational focus. As improbable as it is, McConkey was given a master’s degree in public health almost 40 years ago by a non-power-conference school in Kentucky. I doubt he actually demonstrated enough academic proficiency to earn the degree, and was probably ushered through so that the school wouldn’t look as bad, but he was at a minimum exposed to the concepts of epidemiology and biostatistics. Yet all year long, we* watched him fuck up absolutely everything about COVID-19, even as other, more erudite and stable Christians pleaded with him to not be a proudly ignorant cavorting and writhing clown. At the outset, in late February, he agreed with a still-extant “15 cases, soon to be zero” Breitbart story about the projected severity of the pandemic being a liberal hoax (’twasn’t!), if not the virus itself. then continued desperately revising his “expert analyses” of the expected U.S. death count so as to wallpaper over his previous such analyses. He at one point chose 24,000 America lives lost as a likely end result, about 7 percent of the present still-rising total.

Once McConkey woke up to reality a little bit, he admitted that the nation had “a problem” if COVID-19 deaths reached 55,000 (the previous season’s approximate flu-death total). That was almost 300,000 deaths ago and – there’s a echo in here – rapidly rising; McConkey used the widespread racial tensions and violence last summer to conveniently pivot to BLM, calling it a “terrorist organization,” and has since moved on to screeching about “election fraud.”

All throughout, he never strayed far from bitching about gay homosexers and anything similarly deviant — “transgenders” and so on. If there’s one area in which his brain lets him multi-task, it’s in being as comprehensive a freakish, reality-thwarting cocksucker as he possibly can.

McConkey is of course a raging douche for constantly telling his shifting pile of a few thousand Facebook ignoramuses and bots – many of them, based on their Facebook profiles, old and obese – to ignore good health advice and do stupid things. Why? Because Trump was all he ever fucking cared about anyway, haplessly and helplessly, and God will sort out all the troublesome, virion-riddled corpses. But that’s not why I would expect more reticence from him; people are openly dickish without reservation on the Internet, and it’s quite common for even generally intelligent people to be misinformed here and there about important things. But if I were Steve McConkey right now, I would feel like such a colossal fucking idiot for being wrong in every applicable way at every whiny, garbled juncture in 2020 in my own area of oft-trumpeted expertise (and before, but especially last year) that I would be fearful of even attaching my own name to anything I wrote moving forward. I mean, who wants to know that their followers consist solely of a combination of mocking haters and people who openly support bullhorns of proven stupidity? Even dumbasses don’t want a following consisting entirely of dumb people, unless the dimbulbs have a fondness for donating gobs of money to deluded and demented fundies. That doesn’t, you know, happen much.

The other thing I return to when I assess this guy after some time away is how grateful crazy people should be that peckerwood, inbredneck religions like Evangelical Christianity exist and, in the U.S., actually wield considerable power. While I have to stress per usual that only a small portion of even devout believers I know, even in the more extreme faiths, are mentally disturbed, mentally disturbed people who happen to be assholes by any definition can find cover by cloaking themselves in Jesus-talk.

It would be impossible to navigate American society with any success as an unemployed attention-seeker who was openly antagonistic toward same-sex rights, abortion rights, racial equality and gender equality and an atheist; at a minimum, such people would be unlikely to get a lot of online handouts. People wouldn’t consider you principled –they’d dismiss you as some toxic mixture of idiot, hater and basket-case, and rightly so. McConkey and lots of others like him may be failing at the begging game when it comes to the bottom line, but the widespread U.S. infection rate of the non-novel Christovirus at least allows them to try without the level of opprobrium they actually deserve.

But McConkey fights on, now 65 and no doubt quietly enjoying his new Medicare coverage despite both his not earning them and his acidic diatribes about socialism. He is probably not very happy, though, about Google evidently branding his “ministry” Web presence unreliable. If you Google his name without quotes, you see a bunch of negative stuff by others about McConkey peppered by articles about the deceased daredevil Shane McConkey. (Funny how this McConkey is at the other extreme of the backbone spectrum.) What you don’t see is McConkey’s ministry page. If you enclose the name in quotes, you see a link to McConkey’s loopy Facebook page, then a variety of intentionally unflattering chime-ins, and some other weird shit.

The same thing happens when you Google the name of his ministry. A handle that arcane shouldn’t sink as low as it does, but it somehow has.

Does this or should this matter? No. But Steve McConkey is a pathological narcissist with nothing better to do than Google himself when not hectoring people or groups of people with bullshit, and for some fucked-up reason he thinks he can lie constantly and even libel people without some kind of record of this predominating in search results after a while.

If God existed in any form, its first impulse would be to replace Steve McConkey with an organism absolutely identical to Steve McConkey except possessing a conscience, a capacity for genuine love, and adult-level cognition.

Anyway, good times. The 2020 McConkey money shot might have been McConkey burbling right after the July 4th holiday about the media not covering the ongoing fall in COVID-19 deaths. What excellent dark comic timing this has proven to be, inspired by the one true LORD…that is, the god McConkey sees whenever he gazes into a mirror.

Pray for everything in 2020, folks, as it keeps working so friggin’ well.

Steve McConkey hosts “HOORAY! Ruth Bader Ginsburg is dead” party for Christians

This was completely predictable, and underscores why the country needs to rewrite the portions of the tax code that allow lunatic haters like Steve McConkey to operate as religious non-profits. The fact that millions of Christians are cheering on a SCOTUS justice’s death because they seek a pro-life agenda sums up the naked, even guffawing fraudulence if Christianity, and emphasizes that the United States will remain a backwater country with nukes until something is done to limit the influence of Big Inbreeding and its madly waving crosses.

It’s the same old stuff with him: Yell in fifth-grade language that everyone else’s theology is wrong, even though he’s been repeatedly given evidence that he is dead wrong about virtually everything, even by other Christians. Of course, it wouldn’t matter if the Bible really were as harmonized with his insecurities and prejudices and mean ideas, because it’s still a book full of silly myths that have nothing to do with either running a country or being a decent human. But he can’t even make other idiots like him, save for the handful of semi-literate weirdos whose “friendship” he harvests on Facebook, which he’s terrified of being de-platformed from.

Steve McConkey and every douchebag like him can say whatever inconsiderate or rude things they want, although some of those things have McConkey in unresolved perennial legal peril. And he can be a complete gibbering, shambling coward about it, and talk about and around rather than with the few detractors his low-wattage antics have attracted; no one expects differently from a stay-at-home bigot who’d probably be institutionalized by now were it not for his various enablers. But he shouldn’t get to do it tax-free. I’m not the only one who notices this, and Steve invariably notices when other people make fun of him almost before they can even post their “mocking attacks”:

No, moron, Google hasn’t blocked you from uploading whatever nonsense you want to the Internet; you just don’t get to call your delusions news.

It has to be stressful and taxing to be this disgusting even when that’s the idea and there are really no other paths to take. This is a sad, shiftless old loser who surrounds himself online with other losers who find perverse energy in his squealing and bereavements, trying very, very hard to not feel like the wrongheaded bumbler of his own life he so laughably is. He also knows he’d be thrown into one of Hell’s hottest fires if the place were real; as legitimate as some of his galloping confusion is, he’s well aware that he lies nonstop and that even Satan would find him useless because he sucks so badly at being a successful asshole.

He is also having Moments lately. Pray away, pal, it’s working great so far.

Cowardly Steve McConkey now dismissive of American children dying

(TL;DR: The easiest way to track the exploits of post-and-erase Steve McConkey and 4 Winds (that is, the operation consisting of low-rent con-man Steve McConkey quoting his personal god, Steve McConkey) on this Twitter account. It exists solely to capture the self-immolating tear-gas Mr. McConkey farts onto his Facebook page multiple times a day. A small but dedicated coterie of pseudobots ensures that nothing damning slips through the screen-capture cracks.)

As you can see, it became pointless some time ago to track Christian hate-monger and nonstop liar Steve McConkey‘s “standing up for Christian athletes” activity in real time, regarding not only his dismally failed coronavirus predictions (and remember, by his own indisputable account, he’s a medical stats expert who got straight A’s) but everything else he jabbers about as well.

I get paid for most of the writing I do nowadays, but even if I didn’t, I’d eventually tire of regularly blogging about someone this evil, hapless, ignorant, and above all, incurable. So I’m trying to limit myself to posting here only when he seems to have reached a new moral bottom. He does this regularly, but not quite weekly or even monthly. But it’s an accelerating trend.

Once McConkey realized just how badly he’d screwed up — long, long after every sentient being in the world already had seen that there was no way for the COVID-19 death toll to not spike well above 10,000, even 50,000 or 100,000 — he went from posting coronavirus-related swagger and deleting it hours or days later to avoiding the topic altogether. Happily for McConkey, the racial unrest and violence this summer opened the door for him to flee the frying pan of the pandemic — right into the welcoming frying pan of anti-black meemie-screaming. And yeah, while it’s facile and even fashionable to call anyone who speaks ill of BLM or rioting by black people a racist, Steve makes certain that you know he’s not just a bandwagon racist by labeling BLM a terrorist organization (it’s not an organization at all, but you get it) desperately lacking in fathers and moral standards generally. Fulfilling every stereotype of the gracelessly aging flyover shitbag feeding his Christ-riddled head with Fox News agitprop, he stays up late at night posting these things.

But I think that Steve McConkey reached a new, or different, low with this one. Apparently he thought that pivoting away from his galactic fuckup regarding the overall U.S. death count to the “tiny” number of U.S. child deaths thus far attributable to COVID-19.

I’m fairly sure that most people consider NBC News the media. But his hysterical inability to focus for three seconds isn’t the worst part –that’s McConkey just being McConkey.

Attribution issues aside, I just wonder on what planet he thinks this meshes with anything else he’s written. If he’s claiming it’s too many, well that’s a bit of a turnaround from “Fuck it, the flu kills 55,000 a year, keep the oldsters isolated and we’ll be fine.” If he’s saying it’s a tiny number, then maybe he — a good Christian expecting to get into Heaven after the life he’s led lying about and demeaning people — can tell the parents of those 103 kids (and however many more have died since, and will continue to die) that the ones who hadn’t accepted Christ are now burning in Hell.

And yeah, McConkey continues to be a coward. It’s one thing to not respond to these posts and my Twitter hectoring (what could be possibly say?); it’s another to have demanded the fight in the first place, only to, uh, shy away repeatedly.

Yet McConkey thinks very ill of cowards.

Where does that leave him? If I thought he actually believed the shit in the Bible he thumps in an effort to shake spare change from the goober-tree, I’d say he’d be conflicted — about this, the constant lying, the vanity, the pride, the hate, etc. I don’t hold him accountable for being a little fucked up in ways perhaps beyond the reach of Internet shaming, but the Bible makes no provisions for innate limitations, other than to live a Godly life.

Steve McConkey is an everyday con-man who depends on handouts; if he didn’t, he’s get rid of the Facebook page because other than what little good it does his bank account, it’s become nothing but a headache for him since about, mmm, April of 2018, with some gaps. In his short and inglorious Twitter stint (not his first!) last year, he even gloated about collecting social security despite going on and on in public about the everlasting horrors of socialism. (I’ll save that screen shot unless and until he disputes this.) So to him, letting his racist hostilties, anti-gay rage and basic rampant insecurities fuel his Internet scurrying-and-ratfucking is a perfect way to while away the time he has left — on Earth and anywhere else.

Praise Jesus, one and all. Amen.

“The media is not talking about this”: Steve McConkey’s divine self-embarrassment, Part 2

Not actually SteveThis “divine embarrassment” series of posts concerns polybigot and preacher-in-a-bubble Steve McConkey‘s public statements about the COVID-19 pandemic, all of which he has erased or will have erased by the time you read this. Because virtually everything he says on matters of importance is either a purposeful lie or aggressively misinformed, it’s not 100 percent certain that these posts in fact represent his most embarrassing body of work; indeed, his recent unapologetically racist postings (and there are lots more where those came from) have probably been more jarring than his pandemic-denying ones. But because numbers and numerical predictions can be evaluated in an objective way, the scale of McConkey’s failures concerning the coronavirus outbreak are correspondingly stark, and it continues to astonish me that someone who’s not actually trying to heap ridicule and public opprobrium on himself can be so absurdly wrong about so many basic matters of shared importance.

Before retreating from the entire issue in scurrilous shame at the same time Donald Trump himself did, McConkey was supplying enough stupidity on COVID-19 for someone to blog about every day. But the  lack of an official endpoint to the pandemic makes it hard to figure out when to dump more posts about him into the Internet sewer produced by Googling his name. His original bold predictions become more wrong with every passing hour, and he keeps adding to the mess because he has decided that the joy of his post-delete cycle outweighs the cost of those foolish posts never actually disappearing — and he’s quite concerned about this.

The other part of my reluctance is that I wish he were right, even if his understanding of every salient aspect of everything he blathers about is either a lie or a misapprehension. In a better world, COVID-19 really would have proven a nothingburger or at least something on the scale of McConkey’s most generous — that, is realistic — prognostications.

But he’s still a dumbass who needs to be called to account no matter his obvious inherent limitations. He’s surrounded by presumably sane people egging him on, so here we are.

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

There is no reality on which to superimpose this awful one

My late-childhood and teenage years, a time when I was in theory developing some awareness of a greater world than my own, coincided with the presidency of Ronald Reagan. Critics rightly argue that his administration began the gradual extinction of a meaningful middle class that continues today, and that he welcomed the onset of the religious perversion of the Republican Party, and that he did his best across two terms to pretend AIDS did not exist. But for present purposes, the pertinent fact is that, although he was adored by his party (and respected by most Democrats) and well-protected by various weasels in the intelligence and military communities, none of that would have resulted in his anything besides immediate removal from office by aghast officials before a mortified populace well before the tear-gassing of nonviolent protesters for the sake of insulting an Episcopal Church under the advisement of the U.S. Attorney General. And that ignores three straight years of obstructing justice and other absurdities that Adults In The Room were supposedly going to quash from the outset.

This is absolute madness, and mostly sadness for me and the people around me out of direct harm’s reach, and now falls entirely on a complicit Republican U.S. Congress. All of them are committed weasels now. The current Republican U.S. Senator from Colorado, Cory Gardner, is not a jerk by nature and didn’t begin as one in 2014. He was bipartisan on immigration and other issues. Then he decided his only strategy for re-election in a state rapidly trending blue was to go all-in on Donald Trump, and immediately began saying and doing things that he clearly didn’t want to, because they were embarrassing. But he did them and still does. And in fact, he was probably right about his strategy choice. But because he chose tha route, he now has an indelible stain on him and he is only in his middle forties.

And therein lies the problem. Once people become U.S. senators. their only real motivation is getting re-elected — Democrats and Republicans both. Everyone knows this, and everyone knows it is because these people are not merely bribed or bought by special interest, they are owned by them from the start. This is not a conspiratorial or even contentious idea; even if you were ignorant of politics generally and only knew that certain individuals had tens of billions of dollars more than even the wealthiest member of U.S. Congress, you would immediately recognize who really makes the laws and paus lawmakers their real salaries. It is a literally inevitable consequence of our system. Bernie Sanders is rich as hell, too.

So when you watch Mitch McConnell say that he doesn’t really see a problem, remember that Mitch McConnell started his political career with squat and is now worth $34 million, and Kentucky’s people have only suffered for it. People will publicly debase themselves for money, be it in reality shows where the worst result is a stupid person eating bugs or in the federal government where the result is barely contained violence set against the backdrop of a devastatingly mismanaged viral illness.

George Will, who for at least 120 years has been an arch-conservative (and a lovely wordsmith) wrote this yesterday:

“The measures necessary for restoration of national equilibrium are many and will be protracted far beyond [Donald Trump’s] removal. One such measure must be the removal of those in Congress who, unlike the sycophantic mediocrities who cosset him in the White House, will not disappear “magically,” as Eric Trump said the coronavirus would. Voters must dispatch his congressional enablers, especially the senators who still gambol around his ankles with a canine hunger for petting.

“In life’s unforgiving arithmetic, we are the sum of our choices. Congressional Republicans have made theirs for more than 1,200 days. We cannot know all the measures necessary to restore the nation’s domestic health and international standing, but we know the first step: Senate Republicans must be routed.”

And writing in Slate, Ben Mathis-Lilley underscores the fact that people like Gardner are not prisoners by any means but are actively corrupt, as a failure to get re-elected hardly spells doom for someone in his role:

“The U.S. has a mechanism by which it can remove a president, and all that mechanism currently requires is for 15 or so Republican senators to accept the possibility of losing a primary election sometime between five months and six years from now, a loss that would compel them, at worst, to accept lucrative corporate board of directors jobs and speaking engagements at Mastercard sales conferences. The pressure on these senators should be as intense as possible; for the rest of the government to allow the president to remain in office in this situation would be an admission that it, too, has failed.”

I hope that the next administration deals appropriately with the grip Evangelical Christianity holds on government and the fact that the driver of this concocted brand of Christianity is and always has been white nationalism and across-the-board bigotry. In the past, they weren’t fooling anyone who glanced under the hood of their newfangled form of “faith,” but in recent years and evermore today, they have stopped hiding it.

Christian zealot Steve McConkey’s advice: Kill threatening protesters on sight

Steve McConkey, a lifetime gay-basher poorly disguised as an everyday fundamentalist Trumpist, needs no thorough introduction here. I didn’t expect to return to reviewing one of outbursts so soon, but I also didn’t anticipate that the ongoing nationwide riots originating after the murder of a civilian by a police officer in Minneapolis — next door to where McConkey’s son operates a gun dealership and shooting range — would spur him into such a flamboyant display of telling the world exactly who he is and what he is about: Blood lust and hate.

At about 9 p.m. on Thursday night, by which time the Twin Cities protests had turned grisly, he brain-farted this advice onto his public Facebook page:

Poor Joshua, another responsible gun owner who’d like to join the action ASAP but has no earthly idea where his stash might be at the moment.

A few hours later, McConkey chimed in with tips on where to get those guns legally, as well as how to train to use them should you have no previous experience and practice shooting them to gain even more experience. Sales are booming! Remember, he was probably watching violence unfold in real time as he explained these things to a putative audience of 5,000 or so mostly disenfranchised and angry characters.

His next couple of offerings, which arrived in the wee hours of the morning, constituted a syllogism of sorts: Terrorists are shootable people; rioters (including unarmed ones) are terrorists; rioters (including unarmed ones) are therefore shootable people. Preferably, one assumes, with legally purchased firearms. Or maybe a pile of them found wherever Joshua Roberts gets hammered and goes boating.

If you ignore the spastic hyperbole about the Hugest Bomb Ever and the earthquakes it caused, you see that McConkey’s take-home message is that certain people should be shot on sight. Though he uses the example of political terrorists who commit murder, he freely expands this application of justice to “rioters who destroy.”

In case you think I’m misinterpreting his rambling with its various missing articles and prepositions and its circus of subject-verb disagreements, he went on to make it very clear what he meant by doubling down on his previous language. Even better, he did this even when challenged by another Christian — one of his more loyal supporters lately, though there’s a lot of turnover — on how Jesus would see this.

So there it is. Steve McConkey, who with his wife Liz operates a “ministry” called 4 Winds that purports to stand up for Christian athletes, is on record as saying that people who burn, loot or even merely threaten should be shot. And his son owns a shooting range, and he’s recently been unfurling a lot of survivalist chest-puffery about basically going off the grid.

Oh, another thing. Some people felt threatened by the idiots who toted guns to the Michigan State Capitol recently to protest the state’s “closure.” Should they have been “taken out” too? Does anyone even need to ask what McConkey sees as the critical difference?

Despite the “holy hell” of this 3 a.m. rhetoric, McConkey wasn’t quite done. He also tried his hand, not for the first time, at Mike Huckabee-style humor.

He says this stuff in the manner of a grade-school child, clearly certain at some level that it’s both wildly original and wildly funny.

And for the coup de grace to his own shriveled loins, he blamed the tumult, which started with the murder of a black man by a white cop who is now in custody, on the mayor and governor of an unspecified state, implying that it was somehow now open season on vulnerable white folks like McConkey. (McConkey splits his time between Madison, Wisconsin and a place in the woods of that state not far from Minneapolis.)

I would say “just another Evangelical Christian offering the usual garbage with the usual dismal timing,” but in fact, McConkey is on less solid ground even with fellow cross-waving loonies on this one. As in most aspects of his conduct, Steve manages to behave in a more morally decrepit way than even the racists, liars and trolls comprising his commentariat.

You can let Steve or Liz McConkey (or Paul Bawden or Merrill Olson — both of whom McConkey claims are on board with everything he says and does, including his blackmail, harassment and libel — what you think of this Christian athletic ministry.

A donation to 4 Winds is a donation to the promotion of the immediate execution of protesters, be it by police or lawfully armed protesters. (It’s the only way this clown earns money. Tax-free!) It’s like he has no fucking idea what leads to these protests, over and over, and thinks Democratic mayors and governors are somehow more culpable than President Trump’s incendiary rhetoric.

“Quit freaking out, it is the flu”: Steve McConkey’s divine self-embarrassment, Part 1

Part of my own unpleasantness involves focusing on especially bad representatives of the species, so that I can more readily write off the entire human circus as some ghoulish combination of greed, stupidity, dishonesty and rude smells.  But I was also brought up, without my own full awareness, to expect lying to be punished and liars to be shunned.  Especially in the context of boasting — which, even when arguably warranted, was independently frowned upon by a strong 50 percent of my parents. (This is probably why I perceive, say, my fastest running performances, best examples of writing and highest test scores as within a delta of ordinary, data be damned.) And any sort of underhanded behavior, especially the deliberate tricking of others — this might be cutting a running course or promising something you knew you couldn’t deliver — went into the same “proceed at your gravest risk” bin.

How I drew these values from my taciturn-but-particular Midwestern dad while viewing him chiefly as a grimly benevolent statue is a story for another day, as is my obvious failure to implement these values at every turn. But the wingnut flavors of American religion satisfy all of these flaws — lies, boasting and deceit — and that in part probably explains why I have chosen to direct most of my available venom at religious frauds. Or anyone with a personal beef who resorts to lying.

Steve McConkey is a bad person in every demonstrable way that can be determined at a distance. But despite his lack of virtuous accomplishments, he should not be denied at least the recognition of having successfully dedicated himself to bungling his own life beyond all likely frontiers of personal failure, right down to blaming everyone but himself for why he’s only content when he’s trying to play the bully.

When he’s not trying to see gay and transgender people “eliminated” (he really does use that word, and frequently) with lies and hectoring, he’s dribbling racist rumors and other babble on Facebook or at other wingnuts, or complaining that atheists by definition are evil and should be treated accordingly (and that every religion besides the version of Christianity he invented is illegitimate), or mocking overweight people, or trying to defame and doxx his detractors into silence using tactics more evocative of a 9-year-old aspirant to the Alt-Right than of even the most watered-down Jesus acolyte. I’m saving details on that last stuff for later.

But nowhere is the flameout of the last vestiges of Steve McConkey’s presumptive decency more evident than in his eagerness to spread damaging misinformation and predictions about the COVID-19 pandemic. Lots of vocal Evangelicals — who as a ponderous 80-million-strong jelly-headed bloc represent the slowly rotting collective albatross around the neck of American society — have taken the bait and dutifully relayed everything from Fox News to their Facebook pages. But none I know of have done it under the aegis of an epidemiology and biostatistics expert who continually trumpets his intelligence and his mostly false credentials while plainly not knowing a damned thing about anything.

It started on Feb. 28 with this.

This is an example of McConkey’s content appropriation — he copies the majority of an article from a media outlet or hoax-news site and puts it on 4 Winds, then links “his” 4 Winds article to Facebook, essentially presenting it as his own work. This is both typical of McConkey and low, but for present purposes it resulted in an unusually bad decision even for a someone whose unwise choices over a period of decades define the shitty existence he ekes out today.

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Steve McConkey, COVID-19 and the Evangelical death-cult

makonkheadSteve McConkey, the founder and president of his own fake ministry (4 WINDS, nominally based in Madison, Wisconsin where McConkey lives), is an outlier among fringe characters. In the past three months, he’s uncorked a series of real doozies on his main Facebook page, where he posts and deletes nonsense in an endless cycle of relentless dishonesty and venom. He has yet to accept that he cannot hit “delete” and remove screen shots of his foul postings from the systems of other computer users.

This is a fair summary for the TL;DR crowd, not that anyone reads this kind of shit quickly; you’re either morbidly fascinated with all of it our you’re out like the New England Patriots’ nucleus after a quick skim of the chaos.

In late February, McConkey linked to a Breitbart article that said that there were only 16 U.S. cases, none deadly, and that the whole thing would pass. (Please, please give that one a read and imagine what it would have taken even then to believe it.) Two and a half weeks later, he was still at it, citing the only 42 deaths in Washington State at that point. He was very big in those heady days on referencing the lethality of the “regular flu,” which soon will have killed fewer than half as many Americans in the 2019-2020 season as COVID-19 already has. Then, while lying about an upcoming media appearance a week later, he suddenly decided that it was all over unless God popped his head out of his ass.

This by itself is just a dumb guy with a social media account being stupid. But when you mix in the stuff he’s been claiming about being an epidemiology and stats expert, and the cheering on of Trump’s madness, and much much more, it’s as if he is trying to leave a record of latching on to the worst ideas available at any time. Which is pretty much true, as he’s an Evangelical, and all of those are badly are fucked up in the head.

Remember: That “apocalypse-is-nigh” post was over two months ago. His activity since…well, you’ll see.

This post is really just a teaser, because Steve has been so gloriously defiant, off-the-wall, cruel, unintentionally hilarious, self-contradicting, whiny and destructive in that time frame that in order to cover the subject with the care it deserves, I am going issue weekly or maybe twice-weekly posts about his COVID-19 follies in a series of topical analyses. Topics will include:

  • McConkey’s absurd and otherwise incorrect statements about the biological aspects of the pandemic
  • His nonexistent media appearances
  • His unusually hateful posts about me and my associates
  • His inability to avoid breaking rules, getting in trouble, and not understanding why (e.g., he says his wife filed a fraudulent unemployment claim)
  • His statements about hating life wanting to leave Earth for heaven
  • His continual urging of others to break laws and rules
  • His inability to resist lying or exaggerating about perfectly mundane events and people
  • Impressions Steve McConkey has left on members of own community

All of this stems from McConkey’s demand that I start a Twitter account to argue with him and his refusal to engage me there once I did this. He’s aware of the account and really doesn’t like it. (I can’t say I blame him; it’s all true.)

His cowardice is astounding even by the standards of Internet “Christian” crackpots. (My deeper contention is that Steve McConkey is for practical purposes atheist who wishes he weren’t; that essay will also have to wait.)

He has a lot of problems, with crippling insecurity being the main driver and whatever organic mayhem is going on in his mind serving as an accelerant. What I tend to see as a breathtaking absence of the very sense of time passing (e.g., why would anyone claim only a dozen people were dead in the opening days of any viral pandemic?) is probably just a lack of impulse control. He knows I and a smattering of others harvest his output before he can delete it, and yet he just pours rhetorical acid on his own bare groin every day anyway. It would be one thing if he were immune to this shit, but he hates it. Wait until you see some of what he’s come up with. The guy has absolutely no faith in anything other than the own boiling bile in his head and guts.

Anyhow, think of this one as the prologue and those other categories as chapters.

Steve McConkey’s latest defense: “So I lied, fuck you, here’s more”

Steve discovered my post about him and his 4 WINDS “colleagues” within minutes of its appearance online last Friday and quickly revived a Twitter account with 3 followers he started in November at the same time he was threatening to disclose the secret that I have been quite an asshole at times if I didn’t delete posts indicating that Steve is lying, malicious, crazy, incompetent, and most of all a laughingstock 100 percent of the time, and really has no other possible path in life but that of the obnoxious bumblefuck posing as a representative of an imaginary capering celestial clown.

He didn’t address a single thing I wrote in the post, of course; lying and malicious imbeciles like him never do. He just wanted to punish me for saying these things, and decided to give me what for, starting by posting this. The tweet he quoted is from last year and I had since iced my account, so it took me a moment to remember what it was about, even though it obviously didn’t suggest what Steve thought it did. I’m not sure whether he intentionally ignored the tweet before that or whether he just can’t understand simple, if unclever, metaphors.

At any rate, Steve then offered a number of ideas that are obviously discordant with reality, including his insistence that he himself occupies reality; the best of these was perhaps that I’m so homeless that I’m about to be kicked out of even that community. He didn’t actually use the font below or say all of these things without interruption; I was careful to provoke him into being extra-florid. What seemed to piss him off the most was my electronic pay stubs. These loopy idiots have no comprehension of the fact that it doesn’t take all day to write shit about them and that people with modest communication skills and a little resourcefulness can do a lot better than someone with an uncertain number of chromosomes banging away in pidgin English about faggots and atheists on a 14-year-old laptop his kids got him for Christmas during the Bush 43 administration.

The weird thing about his comments about my running is that I am the first person to admit that I was never a very good runner and never expected to be. Maybe that makes people who sucked far worse feel bad, especially when pathological insecurity prompts their every decision and move.

Many of Steve’s misapprehensions are the result of ideas provided to him by Kim Duclos, who, though no stable genius in her own right and relegated to unfurling ever-more-violent fantasies on Reddit about transients and everyone else in Boulder, knew that she was lying or at best hoping to be right about some aspect of my personal misfortunes, and basically threw Steve to the wolves knowing how I would react to these lies. (One thing otherwise brain-dead people like Kim are often adept at is finding folks less mentally competent than themselves and manipulating them into doing things even more misguided than usual. Well played, cunt!)

These people exemplify why the U.S. not only should never adopt a universal healthcare model, but should also dissolve its existing social welfare programs, including the Veterans Administration. “Medicare for None” has a hopeful ring to it. The U.S. probably doesn’t even have one hundred people worth keeping alive, including you, me, and everyone in any way related to the both of us. Coronavirus is a dingleberry dislodged from God’s badly battered anus by the the Chinese, and because God was on the verge of successfully autofellating himself for the first time when the outbreak began, he plans to continue expanding the Chinese model of governance (open heartlessness toward its own people) throughout the world. Any why not? When you get old, sick or both, that’s just biology, via God, telling you that you ether lost the roll of the genetic dice or that you chose the wrong social stratum at birth, and that your time is simply up as result, or will be after you experience weeks or months of optional agony in the form of pointless medical treatments.

Anyway, Steve says he’s not going to read the truth about himself anymore, which is a shame because it’s not going to stop accumulating.

Of course, he immediately started talking about the proper ways for Christians to name-call and claimed that violence was always an option. He has no plans to stop doing anything; he’s not capable of that, as he would rather be humiliated than ignored altogether.

For my part, I am most likely going to keep subjecting Steve to the same things he’s put other people through, most often when I sink into foul moods and need a justifiable target. If Steve could, he would ensure that I really was homeless and had no income and was a HIV-ravaged homo on top of that. Also, Evangelicals as a rule are just thoroughly gross people in every way whose feelings are irrelevant;  I find it easy to malign them on that basis, so he gets what he gets. Also, now that the walking miscarriages of hillbilly America have clambered online to explain the world to their betters in their dilapidated terms, and have been joined in systematic lying about basic biology by a nontrivial number unapologetic man-hating opinion writers on the left, it’s time to acknowledge that the United States would be better off as a 3,000-mile-wide toxic mass grave than it is with this many living vermin in it.

The only thing I really wonder these days when I consider my laissez-faire attitude toward my own life — fine at the moment, but clearly not worth defending from illnesses or any challenge of substance– is whether people who feel this way early in life are more inclined to remain childless by constitution, or whether being childless just makes it easier to not give a shit about what a bunch of awful fuckmonkeys we all are. Most parents I know are good parents, but the ones who aren’t have proven more than capable of generating sufficient entropy to render the superstructure worthless, and hopefully we all die soon so I can grumble about those of you who lament the unlamentable.


Steve McConkey and the dehumanization tactics of 4 Winds USA

Steve McConkey probably had a difficult childhood. The ridiculous dye-job and some of the bumps and bruises are products of time and spirited cosmetic choices, but mostly he’s just a typical yokel. Like a lot of primates born in unpleasant-looking, culturally barren, and for the most part forgettable parts of the U.S., where incest is more an unspoken tradition than a solecism, he was never going to find himself in either a Land’s End catalog, which probably doesn’t bother him, or in possession of meaningful status in society, which does; cognitively crippled sorts like Steve are often curiously hell-bent on becoming known for their mangled thoughts.

Steve has also disclosed that, although raised in a Catholic household, he ultimately chose to be a “born again” style of Christian after supposedly giving up drinking at age 20 or so (he reports having totaled at least one car under the influence). You should know if you don’t already that “born-agains” are, without exception, “touched” in a specific way, an unfortunate trait that is usually evident at considerable distances. Usually, the ones who embrace the bloodthirsty, firebrand offerings of Christianity with their authoritarian (actually, totalitarian) power structures are products of the sort of parental abuse wherein “love” is inextricable from punishment. Their whole approach to living in a world occupied by fallible but mostly sane people is too flawed to permit anything resembling either normalcy or contentment, although plenty of people who aren’t nuts occupy these dubious niches, too, and spend their free time writing blogs like these.

Note that this is distinct from the everyday pathology baked into extremist religions. For all of the ghastly psychological traits ascribed to religious cult members such as Evangelical Christians and Mormons, most of them are not loony; while it’s true that mentally troubled people often understandably grasp at mythical forms of rescue (see above), most folks who belong to right-wing religions are simply products of right-wing environment — some rich, most poor.  They display some combination of dishonesty, ignorance, and bigotry, with each of these traits purposefully inculcated in children unlucky enough to have parents with these grave religious illnesses. They tend to be unsavory people whether they intend to or not; this is unfortunate, because Christianity as a whole is rapidly dwindling, ECs still make up almost a quarter of the American population.

Christians, when speaking as such, should be ignored when it comes to determining the rules for how society or even individuals should operate. Even leaving out the lack of evidence for their object of fake, forced or threadbare worship and pretending that some silent dick-headed magistrate is in agreement with their whole sick enterprise, all of these people are liars and hypocrites. Steve’s entire beef with me isn’t so much what I say as that he can’t erase it all, as he does his Facebook posts and 4 WINDS outbursts after a couple of weeks. If he’s okay with lying and the panoply of other “sins” he commits just by being himself, he himself doesn’t believe that the deity he asserts doles out metaphysical penalties even exists.

If any of the foregoing sounds worse than merely unkind or insulting, it’s meant to, and if people like Steve and his 4 WINDS cohorts Liz McConkey, Merrill Olson, and Paul Bawden were better and better-known communicators, you’d more easily see that this is the kind of sleazy thing they do by design, because dehumanizing gay people is a guiding principle for this type of ugly human being. They claim to be doing this out of love, which is insane, or because God wants them to, which is dishonest, or both, which is both. Their propaganda and word choices reveal the real, far dirtier story. Continue reading “Steve McConkey and the dehumanization tactics of 4 Winds USA”

An example of what Steve McConkey considers discrimination, bullying, harassment, etc.

My continuing analysis of Madison, Wisconsin Christian bigot* Steve McConkey, an openly wasteful adventure that to him constitutes harassment because he can neither refute nor erase it, led me to another of Steve’s Christian Newswire specials, or as Steve calls them, worldwide news releases out of Washington, D.C. These are the breathless and unintentionally comical productions that Steve and other credulous yokels for Jesus pay $80 or more to have flung at various Internet inboxes and printed in a different font, with all misspellings and other mistakes left helpfully intact. Some of these florid narratives are picked up by loons of a similar orientation; collectively, these fringe entrepreneurs desperate to reap the rewards of nonstop whining and lying are ignored by bigots of consequence,  because most everyday bigots are merely unpleasant and dislike crazies as much as everyone else.

One of these outlets decided to spruce up Steve’s original headline and blast it at readers in all-caps (top part of the image below). You’d swear from this stuff that linebackers and drag queens were lining up together outside conservative churches and smashing in car windshields with bats in the parking lots. Or maybe just pointing at each other’s crotches.

What if everyone who answered a knock at the door to an uninvited envoy for some version of Jesus or another started complaining en masse about being harassed by weirdos? If someone came to your door to ask you to accept that everyone driving a foreign car will be set on fire at some point, you’d have every reason to alert someone with a badge or a net, and that story has no less to back it up than prattle about a dead Jew coming back to life and soaring into the sky like a superhero, but one with with crippling social anxiety based on his track record of not coming back every time someone in the know says he will. He’s 2,000 years late as it is. Continue reading “An example of what Steve McConkey considers discrimination, bullying, harassment, etc.”

Steve McConkey admits to lying (and libel)

Last year, extreme Christian hatemonger Steve McConkey claimed in a public Facebook post that I was “on mental disability.” For those outside the U.S. or unfamiliar with the vernacular, Steve was referring to individuals who receive SSDI benefits for a disabling mental-health condition. As you can see, he was doing this in an attempt to discredit (accurate) statements I had made about him.

This is false and defamatory. If your audience believes that your critic cannot distinguish reality from fiction even if he wants to, you are attempting to substitute a false portrayal of your critic’s mental state for a meaningful rebuttal. That alone is merely slimy, like everything this addled mushmouth does. But it’s more than slimy to knowingly say things like this publicly – it’s against the law.

Did Steve McConkey believe at the time he made the claim that he was operating on credible information? No, he didn’t – and he admitted as much on multiple recent occasions.

Even this from lust the other day is full of inaccuracies so basic that they completely obliterate any credibility Steve would have even if he weren’t a proud liar. For example, look at the cover of Run Strong. What does it say? Also, where is there mention of me ever being a senior writer for Runner’s World? Mind you, these are just the most benign errors/lies.

Steve, as you’ve seen, isn’t just a liar. Sadly, he is also just a garden-variety dimwit, like most Evangelicals. He’s an imbecile. I try not to hate people who exhibit this flaw, but when their character flaws are too flagrant, my sympathy vanishes. Continue reading “Steve McConkey admits to lying (and libel)”

4 Winds “sports ministry” president Steve McConkey attempts blackmail, warned off by police

From the discarded files of GQ MagazineExecutive summary: In 2018, I wrote about one Steve McConkey, an unusually crazy and unlovable bigot. Last Friday, he demanded that I remove those posts or else he’d ruin my life by exposing evidence of my sordid legal past, just like he ruined my life last year when he revealed to the world the previously unknown fact that I was once a drunk and even went to jail a few times as a result. I confess that I am deeply afraid of admitting these things as I begin my fourth straight alcohol-free year in a row.

I refused to comply, not kindly, and informed Steve numerous times I’d be publicly posting our exchange unless he immediately directed his energies elsewhere. He didn’t, so here it is. That’s the raw file, available for anyone who might doubt the veracity of the heavily annotated version below. (Obviously I have the real original as well.)

Steve’s mood and level of coherence varied considerably over the weekend, as is characteristic of people who look like the person in the photo above does. On Monday I told Steve I’d be reporting further contact as harassment. Despite not knowing many words or how to use them properly, he craves having the last one, so kept messaging me, even after I forwarded him the e-mail I’d received from the Madison police confirming my report to them. Ultimately, the Boulder Police Department also had to get involved, and warned off this cheerful slice of humanity, much to its immediate anger and throaty dismay. He wrote at least seven different online postings in the next two-plus days about me stalking him, every one of which attempts to portray me as an aggressor. By this morning, he had started deleting these and replacing them with new ones, as is typical for both him and crackpot Internet users in general, and my pointless exercise in discretion concerning whether I would post this ended.

Remember: I have written nothing about Steve McConkey since July 2018, and until last Friday had had no contact with him at all.

This image from last July made it into the e-mail exchange as well, but it’s important to fix it in your mind because it represents an actionable claim — provably false and with the intent to defame. And even though no one of consequence pays attention to what Steve says — including, it seems, his own adult children, bless their hearts — he does have close to 5,000 Facebook friends. (Never mind the substance of the post, which as usual bears little resemblance to the reality experienced by virtually all others.)

I’ve already been told by various lawyers that this would be a slam-dunk lawsuit, and Steve has his dear friend Kim Duclos to thank for that one. But even if I felt like going after him, he doesn’t have any money, and even if he did have worth and I could sue him for free, it’s just a lot less work to periodically knock him into a state of agitation so gripping and extreme that he’s unable to harass anyone else for a spell. I’m announcing this, and he won’t be able to change his behavior anyway. I can already tell you what his next eight steps will be after he reads this.

That’s all you really need to know and represents the most merciful accounting of the events I can command after a number of halfhearted tries at rhetorical restraint. So, if you don’t want to be triggered by unkind descriptions of some of our close primate cousins in the world of Evangelical Christianity, and my various plans to disrupt some of their miserable and pointless lives, don’t read further. You may start bawling hysterically like Steve himself does when people accurately describe the indefatigably misguided maniac he sees leering at him from the mirror. Continue reading “4 Winds “sports ministry” president Steve McConkey attempts blackmail, warned off by police”

Meet the other half the 4 Winds “ministry” scam

Steve McConkey often uses the term “we” to describe the feeble and misguided activities of 4 Winds Christian Athletics, which has nothing at all to do with “standing up for Christian athletes” and everything to do with opposing the very existence of gay people in sports and elsewhere. This use of the plural nominative pronoun is, at times, no more than a reflection of Steve’s yen to seem important, fueled by the sort of grandiosity common in people with formally delusional thought processes.

This is also, however, because 4 Winds is technically the project of both Steve and his wife Liz.

Liz McConkey keeps a much lower profile than the barking-bad mental midget she lives with, but not because she’s any more sensible than he is. (One person who’s been following all of this almost since the beginning, a woman, remarked that Liz “looks exactly like the kind of woman who’d be happily married to a closet gay man.” I didn’t ask what this meant, but I can kind of see it myself.) In fact, she may be fundamentally dumber than Steve, but can’t possibly be as crazy — even if being married to someone like Steve is prima facie evidence of substandard judgment.

And that’s Liz McConkey’s biggest problem: She clearly has no ability to sniff out bullshit. None. Liz is a big fan of conspiracy sites and fountains of high-octane misinformation, and rather than sharing this stuff on social media just to do her part to distract people from reality (a la Ticker Carlson and Russian bots), she genuinely buys into it.

Here’s a small sampling of the things Liz thinks are true despite two minutes of Googling being sufficient to debunk them. Continue reading “Meet the other half the 4 Winds “ministry” scam”

Steve McConkey is every bit as dumb — and weak — as he appears

Sometimes, people who ceaselessly trumpet unrestrained religious nonsense, as Steve McConkey does, are not necessarily unintelligent people. Some fundies are actually very bright, but have been raised from a tender age to believe stupid things, a trap that is difficult to escape; this leaves them with highly compartmentalized thinking. Some fundies are in the clutches of clinically significant mental disorders, and are therefore paranoid enough to see evil where none exists and delusional enough to think that praying to sky-faeries can ease their psychological static and alter world events. Some fundies are motivated chiefly by anti-gay bigotry and embrace fundamentalist Christianity because they need a club that accepts outdated, increasingly unpopular stances as well as flagrant lying. Some fundies are too lazy to work despite having children to care for, and are looking to make a buck off the prejudices of other asswipes.

Because Steve McConkey is unbalanced, a bigot by nature, dishonest,  and lazy — qualities that are obviously not uncoupled — it might be easy to pretend that he is also not stupid, and that he has a normal enough mind that’s been hijacked by his other noisome traits. But he’s showing more and more frequently that beneath all of that shittiness and deceit and fear and sloth, he’s also just a garden-variety moron. He is, indeed, an extraordinarily well-rounded fundie.
Continue reading “Steve McConkey is every bit as dumb — and weak — as he appears”

Steve McConkey’s sad, comical desperation

Steve McConkey, an Evangelical hypocrisy factory who dabbled in illegal drug abuse and drunken car wrecks before reinventing himself as a homophobic and generally bigoted maniac, has told innumerable lies about his own achievements, my and others’ actions, U.S. history and laws, and of course his own lies; I have thoroughly documented a generous sampling of those here. He has now retreated into the fantasy that he was at one point an influential track and field coach. He has appended a long, pointless comment to his self-debasing stream of gripes and lies from yesterday, one he is aware that none of his permanently stupefied followers will pay the slightest attention to and is plainly intended for my eyes only. In other words, he wants me to write more uncomplimentary things about him, thereby loading the Internet with even more evidence of his bumblefuck life and horrible character. So I shall.

Here’s Steve’s whole comment: Continue reading “Steve McConkey’s sad, comical desperation”

Steve McConkey dissembles and deletes and deceives, but remember, he’s delusional too

By all appearances, Steve McConkey really enjoys tightening the metaphorical noose around his own wattled neck.

Every time I rattle off a list of fresh lies he’s told, he does two things. One, he blares on about what he’s supposedly found by obsessively perusing my various social-media and blog accounts, all while referring to me as “the Stalker” (yes, with a capital “S”; Trumpists Do like Their Caps). I’m going to point out yet again for the benefit of the irony-resistant that anyone who admits that he’s actively searching the Web for things being written about him while calling the writer a stalker has all of the insight of a rotten turnip. And if the dumb fuck thinks I’m just going to ignore the fact that he’s had a lie-filled post about me on his website for over two months now, he can suck a dick, and not merely in his dreams.

Two, he goes on to lie about and grossly misrepresent those things, thereby throwing log after dry log onto his own symbolic funeral pyre. Does he really think at this point that I won’t comment on these, or that he’ll somehow win? Does he actually like negative attention better than no attention at all? Some people with extremely fragile egos do, as weird as that seems. What Steve conspicuously refuses to do, of course, is link to the things I’ve supposedly written or simply offer a screen shot (and he’s certainly a fan of collecting screen shots).

Also, Steve has now made Lize a target of his lying. He’s just incorrigible scum. I was wrong about Satan buttfucking him in Hell erelong. He’s too disgusting even for the Dark One, and he’d probably secretly enjoy this “punishment” anyway.

So, back to the grind. Today Steve posted this:

Continue reading “Steve McConkey dissembles and deletes and deceives, but remember, he’s delusional too”

Why delusions go south

I have often lamented the fact that folks who formally part ways from reality almost always harbor delusions that make them worse people. Most of the bullshit flowing from Kim Duclos and Steve McConkey is probably just everyday lying, but I’m fairly certain that at times, both of them have fully believed some of the literally insane things they’ve posted online, at least at the faux-orgasmic moment they’ve posted them.

Clearly I haven’t thought this one through. Of course the majority of persistent delusions are going to have negative impact on the moods of those harboring them. This is because pleasant delusions are generally unsustainable, whereas dark ones can survive and even flourish owing to the manner in which they are constructed. Continue reading “Why delusions go south”

Steve McConkey’s funniest lies; also, introducing McConkoids

mcconkhead1Steve McConkey, hapless founder of the 4 Winds begging outlet masquerading as a ministry (not that genuine ministries are worth dick-all anyway), can claim to be a Christian, a propagator of “biblical principles,” a widely persecuted (yet little-known) figure on the fringes of the track world, an envoy of God sent to snuff out the gay, a thorn in the IOC’s side, whatever. He may be, or at some point have been, each of those things to some small degree.

But undeniably, his greatest trait is his inability to tell the truth, or, framed differently, his insatiable appetite for lying. And the more he’s called out for this behavior, the more eagerly he engages in it. It’s almost as if he either doesn’t really believe in God or is actively campaigning to be furiously buttfucked in hell in a few years.

Continue reading “Steve McConkey’s funniest lies; also, introducing McConkoids”