Not a Good Month For Friendship

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NOTE: Update to follow (eventually, I swear), because there’s a Part II to the genderqueef shit, and it’s seriously one of the craziest things I have ever seen from the Regressive Left.  Which is saying quite a damned bit.



October has not been a month for friendship.  My friends are dropping like flies — and it’s largely the fault of Lindsey Graham.  He has released from within me an utter abhorrence for unethical shams.

About a dozen people have unfriended me on Facebook since the Christine Ford farce, and I’m pretty sure the majority of those who didn’t are no longer following me.

For the most part, I have been silently unfriended.  By whom, it’s hard to tell, which suggests no major loss.  But here are two cases in which I played an active role in the dissolution of a friendship — for better or for worse.

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FACEBOOK: Nike

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I have decided to boycott Nike.

Now, I don’t actually understand any of the controversy surrounding athletes kneeling during the Pledge.  Granted, I was the kid who refused to say the Pledge on the grounds that the Pledge of Allegiance was for commies, and apart from a few dead Yankees, the only athletes I can actually name appeared in Space Jam.

But I am boycotting Nike nevertheless, because: ableist microaggression.

Some of you may be wondering if I’ve ever even owned a pair of Nikes, because the only shoes you’ve ever seen me in are boots and (long ago) freakishly-high heels.

The answer is yes; I have favored Nike running shoes since I was a wee lad.

I wear them for running.  And only for running.

The reason for my patronage should be fairly obvious to anyone who has ever taken the time to carefully scrutinize my bare feet: I have a narrow heel.  Also mutant toes, according to a certain someone who needn’t be named.**  And Nike running shoes are an excellent choice for anyone with a narrow heel (and mutant toes).

Also, ‘νίκη’ is the Greek word for ‘victory’, which is what turned me on to the brand in the first place. 🏛

I became positively fixated on Nike in high school, following the launch of their Property of No One ad campaign.  I thought it was freakin’ godly to wear shirts that read, “property of no one”, followed by the Nike swoosh.  You can see sixteen-year-old me in one of my Nike shirts here: #########

But I digress.  The point of this post was to announce that I will not be buying any more Nike running shoes to wear when I go running.

Nor will I be running in the Nike running shoes I believe lie buried somewhere in the back of my closet.  But I have no plans to burn them either, because that would require me to leave Indoors.

I ask that you all support my personal vendetta against Nike by refusing — REFUSING, I say — to buy me any Nike running shoes.  Even if it means sacrificing everything.

(Note: It probably won’t cost you anything.)


** [My Best Friend]