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.
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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:

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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.

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