Crime Baltimore Police Search for Suspect in Killing of Tech C.E.O. - Pava LaPere, 26, had been heralded in the city as a rising businesswoman devoted to her community. Officials said the suspect, a sex offender released from prison last fall, was armed and dangerous.

Sniperwoof · Sep 27, 2023

Her company's response to her brutal murder was to put out a statement condemning racism and bragging about how many black employees the have, holy fuck.

You know even members of brutal terror and organized criminal groups like The taliban and drug cartels mourn their fallen comrades and hold funerals for them. These neo Marxist types are beyond cold and uncaring.

Rei is Shit. · Sep 27, 2023

Cpl. Long Dong Silver said:
She was really dumb:

At 1:30 she starts going on a woke rant. This bitch 100% deserved the pure naked terror and dread she felt at the end.

This chick and her friends called themselves "the crazy ones" after an Apple advertisement

Is that peak mid-wit?

Overwritten Tapes · Sep 27, 2023

Sniperwoof said:
Her company's response to her brutal murder was to put out a statement condemning racism and bragging about how many black employees the have, holy fuck.

You know even members of brutal terror and organized criminal groups like The taliban and drug cartels mourn their fallen comrades and hold funerals for them. These neo Marxist types are beyond cold and uncaring.

And they all deserve the same fate.

CharlesBarkley · Sep 27, 2023

"PLEASE GOOD BLACK MAN! DOn'T BLUDGEON ME TO DEATH! I POST ALL THE TIME HOW MUCH BLACK LIVES MATTER! NOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!"

It's pretty funny, really. The more this happens to important people and politicians, eventually something will have to change. You can't have feral ass niggers running around murdering/car jacking everyone regardless of how big the target is and think society is so cucked it will stay like that forever.

MY CHUD PREDICTION TIMELINE:
1. Year continues - crime gets to a boiling point.
2. Some low-level politician but notable gets carjacked and murdered.
3. Suits have enough and post a anti-crime bill without saying it's targeted towards black people - But it's seriously targeted towards black people. Misdemoners and the like are now punished to the max, and private prison profits flourish. Cuck DA's are either fired or Hilary Clinton'ed.
4. Progressives whine about it but know how dey' bread is buttered, so just do nothing about it.
5. Corpos and shit continue to say racism is bad, but secretly give up on black people just like they gave up on troons. Five or so years of max chuddery and black people being replaced by Mexicans until another wave of SJW culture pops up again and we get another 8 or so years of fat white woman making nonstop noise about injustice.

It's like poetry, it rhythms or something.

World Famous Quasi Payer · Sep 27, 2023

Sithis said:
I used to think that way, but then I realized that these peoples ignorance is still just as likely to get me killed or affect my life as if they were consciously acting malignant. It's kinda like with that Mollie Tibbetts chick that got cornholed and killed by some illegal - it wasn't even a week till her parents were saying not to be mean to the heckin beanerinos and even fucking tried to sponsor illegals as a response to their retarded liberal daughter being raped to death by an illegal. That was the moment when I realized, these people are so retarded they don't even care when they get martyred by their pets.

That's neither ignorance nor retardation. That's plain simple hate. Hate for their daughter, hate for their country, hate for their neighbors and hate for themselves. They know what their doing. They don't care that occasionally one of them gets wasted. They know you are suffering, even the simple fact you or anyone else now has to take precautions when out and about fills them with joy. The only sad part about the tibbett's case, is that the illegal didn't get her parents too.

frozen_runner · Sep 27, 2023

World Famous Quasi Payer said:
That's neither ignorance nor retardation. That's plain simple hate. Hate for their daughter, hate for their country, hate for their neighbors and hate for themselves. They know what their doing. They don't care that occasionally one of them gets wasted. They know you are suffering, even the simple fact you or anyone else now has to take precautions when out and about fills them with joy. The only sad part about the tibbett's case, is that the illegal didn't get her parents too.

This is fucking retarded. They didn't hate their daughter. They probably don't give a shit about their neighbors, but I doubt they hate them, either. (The rest, I dunno. They are progressives.)

What they are is fully feminine in their temperaments. They're so agreeable it's literally terminal. Being agreeable is not a bad thing, but it must be balanced out by disagreeable and assertive people (read: men) who protect you from the excesses of your natural impulses. And those people are not in charge of Western politics or culture anymore. And, unfortunately, they're not allowed to intervene and tell the more agreeable people to shut the fuck up, either.

Peaches the Wonder Cat · Sep 27, 2023

clipartfan92 said:
The mods should merge them together when they get around to the report. Has anyone got any background on where she grew up, etc? I haven't had any time to do any digging yet.

One of the deleted threads didn't make the merge. She was from Arizona. Story on her dad: https://www.jamestownpress.com/articles/grapes-gourmet-celebrates-fifth-anniversary/

Ethnicity is Italian.

Our vic is r/iamverysmart on crime:

https://ghostarchive.org/archive/czP99

I like how she claims she switched majors from CS to fucking sociology because "I'm gonna be an ENTREPRENEUR and so it doesn't matter what I study."

Meat Target · Sep 27, 2023

Sniperwoof said:
You know even members of brutal terror and organized criminal groups like The taliban and drug cartels mourn their fallen comrades and hold funerals for them. These neo Marxist types are beyond cold and uncaring.

Cartels and Jihadists have in-group preferences and loyalties. Leftists don't have friends or principles, only tentative "allies" and objectives to be used and gained.

Cpl. Long Dong Silver · Sep 27, 2023

Peaches the Wonder Cat said:
One of the deleted threads didn't make the merge. She was from Arizona. Story on her dad: https://www.jamestownpress.com/articles/grapes-gourmet-celebrates-fifth-anniversary/

Ethnicity is Italian.

Our vic is r/iamverysmart on crime:

https://ghostarchive.org/archive/czP99
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I like how she claims she switched majors from CS to fucking sociology because "I'm gonna be an ENTREPRENEUR and so it doesn't matter what I study."

The more of her online activity comes out the more I don't understand why anyone is still saying "she didn't deserve this".

She 1000% did and I'm glad it happened.

GunCar Gary · Sep 27, 2023

quackrock said:
She was failed all down the line by her family, friends, teachers, politicians, justice officials and male authority figures. They imparted the foolish beliefs which ultimately led her down this path. They released this evil killer upon her and the rest of Baltimore. They should have taught her better, they should have kept her safe, and they failed.

fully grown adults suffer consequences from actions, women most affected

Peaches the Wonder Cat · Sep 27, 2023

What an insufferable cunt.

L | A

Why I Didn’t Run That Triathlon

Two days before and fully trained, I pulled out of the triathlon I had spent months telling everyone about. Here’s why.

https://medium.com/@pavamarie?source=post_page-----3c5392b3b350--------------------------------
Pava Marie LaPere

As I write these words, I’m supposed to be halfway through a 13.8 mile bike ride in Gunpowder State Park. At this point in the race, my hair would have mostly dried from the open-water swim, and my legs would just be starting to feel tired. In about 30 minutes, I would be hopping off my bike and hobbling into the 3.5 mile run, mentally convincing myself that all I have to do is get through that first, grueling mile and then it would all finally be over.

But I am not at Gunpowder State Park. Instead, I’m sitting in my pajamas, sipping a cup of tea, enjoying a Saturday morning at my desk. Despite spending 3 months vigorously training for the Baltimore Triathlon and otherwise having no commitments for the day, I am not in the middle of a 13.8 mile bike ride. I am not at a state park. I am not running a triathlon.

Which is odd, given the fact that I’ve told just about everyone who has spoken to me in the past 3 months that I’m training for a triathlon. It was both my small talk of choice and my preferred topic for detailed conversation. As an entrepreneur with little external pressure on my productivity, publicly declaring my goals is one of my key accountability hacks. If everyone knows I am going to run a triathlon, there is no reality in which I do not run a triathlon.

Well, except this one.

To understand why I didn’t run a triathlon, it helps to understand why I was going to run one in the first place. I hate endurance sports with a bleeding passion. As someone who has lifted weights my entire life, the thought of running for more than the time it takes me to catch the bus is harrowing. I haven’t swam since laziness got me booted off my middle school swim team, and my steed is a $100 Walmart bike I bought of some Med student 4 years ago. I just learned how to use the second set of gears.

I’m obviously not the type of person to do a triathlon, which is why doing one was so appealing. My senior year of college, a good friend, Tamara, decided to run her first Sprint Triathlon. Tamara is one of those people who is simultaneously the nicest and most successful person you’ve ever spoken to — add Triathlete to her list of accomplishments, and you start to think she’s a character trope à la Meredith Grey.

Tamara inspired me. Despite a busy school, work, and volunteering load, she found the time to swim, run, and bike nearly every day of the week. And when she finished that first Sprint triathlon, she had nothing but good things to say about the training and the race. She loved it, and she made it seem easy. Perhaps it’s besides the point that she makes most things seem easy.

Fast forward to a few months ago, when my personal life was in a tailspin of sorts. I was transitioning to a new apartment, a new job, and really, a new life as an adult. Things were, objectively, going very well. But as a person inherently suspicious of calm waters, having everything so under control is an indicator that I’m not doing enough. What could possibly disrupt my overly balanced schedule? Training for an endurance event seemed a good fit.

Besides, training for a triathlon came with a whole host of other benefits. It gave me an excuse to join the fancy neighborhood gym with the heated lap pool and indoor track. The highly predictable training regime would be a great way to settle in to my new adult schedule. And the cardio would be the perfect way to cut (lean down, in weightlifting parlance) before the winter bulking season arrived.

And it just so happened that the Baltimore Triathlon was on October 5th, a perfect 3 months away, the recommended training time for someone who is in shape but new to endurance sports. Plus, Tamara had such a blast doing it — why wouldn’t I?

If you want to know what it’s like training for a (sprint) triathlon, I should lead with telling you that it’s really not as bad as it sounds. A .5 mile swim takes about 20 minutes of leisurely freestyle, and a 13.8 mile bike ride takes about an hour at a moderate pace. What is hard is stringing them together, especially the 5k run after exhausting your legs on the bike. That couple, the bike and the run, is called a Brick in triathaspeak. Once you can conquer the Brick, the rest is easy.

And conquer the Brick I did. It took a while at first — it’s tough to force yourself to run directly after accumulating a Breaking-Bad’s worth of lactic acid in your thighs. But it’s true what they say, if you can get yourself through that first mile, the second two miles come rather easily. At the very least, you can push through them without utter agony.

Approximately 1 week before the race, I finished my first full Brick. Not only did I finish a full Brick, I finished it without having to forcibly drag my broken, bloodied body over the finish line. I actually felt pretty good afterwards; had I not hated running so much, I might have even kept going.

And that’s why I didn’t run the triathlon.

The first inkling that I might not run the triathlon occurred to me the day after I finished that Brick. I went to the Baltimore Farmer’s Market, a key part of my Sunday morning ritual. As someone whose career is dedicated to helping people become entrepreneurs, the Market is a special form of heaven. There are nearly a hundred vendors selling their fruits and vegetables, beard cream and hand lotion, woven baskets and flowerpots. I can’t help but weave through the stalls and ponder how each of their livelihoods is intimately tied up with their products. You see that bond in the way they gently handle their produce or describe their artistic approach. It’s a beautiful form of intimacy.

Naturally, as I came across a stall of handmade wooden goods, I had to stop and admire them. Cutting boards cut in the shape of Maryland, coasters engraved with Mr. Natty Boh, wall decos shaped in the city’s skyline. Noticing me, the vendor launched into his pitch, detailing the type of wood, the variations in grain, the special cutting technique he uses to achieve such soft corners. He describe his products with the delicacy and deference that only an entrepreneur or artisan can. It was hopeless; I was smitten.

Indeed, I was so smitten that when he dropped the price for one of the skylines I was admiring, the most I could do was flinch internally. It was much higher than I otherwise would have been willing to pay, but I felt compelled to support a local entrepreneur. Plus, the one part of my adult life that had yet to fall in place (besides the ability to pay my utility bill on time) was apartment decor. The price was worth the beauty.

As I walked home, cradling his art as I would a child, I suddenly remembered another $125 purchase that I had yet to make: the registration for the triathlon. I am privileged and lucky enough that the fee was not wholly unreasonable, but in that moment, all I could think about was how much I would rather buy another piece of local art than run some race. Or how much I would rather use that money on one of my own ventures. Or donate it to a local nonprofit. Or give it away to someone who needs it much more than me.

And that’s why I didn’t run the triathlon.

At first, this triathlon was about proving to myself that despite 10 years of weightlifting plus a general inability to run more than 5 miles, I would be able to conquer endurance sports. But over time, the triathlon became less about proving a point to myself, and more about keeping a commitment I had made to others. The thing is, I knew I would finish on race day. If I completed the Brick in training, there is absolutely no way that I, as competitive as I am, would fail to finish the actual race while surrounded by other runners.

I didn’t cancel the triathlon because I was worried I couldn’t finish, I cancelled it because I was sure that I could.

But even that was only part of the decision. The rest was much more personal. A few weeks ago, I mentioned to a friend over dinner that I didn’t like how all of the cardio was making me “stickish,” referring to the thinning that tends to happen when you burn an extra 800 calories a day. He commented that I shouldn’t care so much about society’s beauty standards. I didn’t at the time, but I should have corrected him: this has nothing to do with society. This is about my own beauty standards.

I like to think that as we age, we come to accept our own definition of what makes us beautiful. Sure, we can compare that standard to those embraced by the media, but at a certain point in time — albeit a point which varies drastically for different people — I think each of us comes to accept the body that we were both given by genetics, and have crafted by habit.

Years ago, I realized I would never shed my broad shoulders, so instead, I evened myself out by adding 5 inches of muscle to my glutes. While at first this was done in teenage vanity, overtime I fell in love with the strength that came with it. I prided myself on the fact that I could squat almost double my bodyweight; I loved the lines that cut through my calfs, and the hourglass formed by my (admittedly mostly hidden) abs. The body that I fell in love with was one of strength, one meticulously sculpted over tens of thousands of reps. My body was my product, and mine alone.

And that product had undergone fundamental changes. I watched as my once rock-solid quads gave way to leaner versions of themselves that could no longer bear heavy burdens. I watched as my waist thinned, but this time without the lines of muscle that I used to cherish during cutting season. I know, in a perfect world I would have been able to keep up my lifting while adding endurance training. Is it safe to say this is not a perfect world?

For some people, the leanness that comes with endurance sports is their version of beauty. I both understand and admire that. But it is not my version of beauty, not for my body at least. Yes, as I trained for the triathlon, I shed weight. But I was also shedding the characteristics that made me love myself in the first place.

And that’s why I didn’t run the triathlon.

I had determined that paying for the triathlon was not the way I wanted to spend my money, I had proven to myself that I could physically complete the race, and I had come to accept that I actively disliked the way training was changing my body. So what was stopping me from bailing?

It is tempting to say “the expectations of others.” But that’s not exactly true. Would my parents love me less if I didn’t run this race? Of course not. Would my friends respect me less if I prioritized other things? Not at all. Would the person I was fond of find me less impressive for not being a Triathlete? I hope not (and if so, isn’t that one hell of a litmus test?).

In the end, it wasn’t the expectations of others that gave me pause. It was the expectations that I had of the expectations of others. It was how I assumed other people would think of me if I bailed on a commitment that I had made so publicly and with such confidence. But in reality, I’m sure most people haven’t given my lack of triathlon a second thought at all.

Over time, running a triathlon became less of something that I was doing for me, and more of something that I was doing for the sake of how others might think of me. I can’t claim to be someone with much life experience, but I venture to think that this might not be the best way to live.

Set goals that inspire you, and drop goals once they cease to inspire you. Share your aspirations with the world, and know it’s okay if those aspirations end up being misplaced. Tell everyone you’re going to do one thing, and forgive yourself if you have to do another.

Run a triathlon, don’t run a triathlon. I didn’t, and I feel great.

The Nothingness · Sep 27, 2023

Meat Target said:
Cartels and Jihadists have in-group preferences and loyalties. Leftists don't have friends or principles, only tentative "allies" and objectives to be used and gained.

See what happened after the deaths of Lenin and Stalin.

37yearolddickrightnow · Sep 27, 2023

Can't understand why anyone would live in an American city with a sizable population of blacks while unarmed.

Marvin · Sep 27, 2023

The Cunting Death said:
Marv did it.

My alibi is airtight.

Don't Tread on Me · Sep 27, 2023

quackrock said:
The police did not say how they identified Billingsley as a suspect

Semen! It was the semen! Because he brutally brutally raped her before he beat her to death, you stupid journo fucks!

jertzog · Sep 27, 2023

I can't believe such an avowed anti-racist would've said the n-word and been murdered for it. Darkies just can't find honest allies anywhere these days.

Back me up! · Sep 27, 2023

quackrock said:
She was led like a lamb to the slaughter. Now she's dead. She'll never have the chance to change her mind. Her killer still roams free and may yet kill again. That's a tragedy, a shame, and a crime. I'm not happy about it.

I am. This is a women that would openly discriminate against myself and my children for her pet ferals. She got everything she deserved and my only hope is that there was a bit movement of clarity before the end.

Now I want every single part of this story to be a warning for others before it dies a silent death in the media.

Mordecai "3 Finger" Brown · Sep 27, 2023

Don't Tread on Me said:
Semen! It was the semen! Because he brutally brutally raped her before he beat her to death, you stupid journo fucks!

I doubt DNA analysis from the lab is that fast.

Blacklight · Sep 27, 2023

quackrock said:
Refresh the page and tell me if anything's still broken.

As much as I dislike her politics, this woman didn't deserve to go out like that. Imagine the horror and pain of her final moments. No one deserves that for dumb posts on Instagram. No one deserves that for giving a dumb TED Talk or starting a dumb business.

She was failed all down the line by her family, friends, teachers, politicians, justice officials and male authority figures. They imparted the foolish beliefs which ultimately led her down this path. They released this evil killer upon her and the rest of Baltimore. They should have taught her better, they should have kept her safe, and they failed.

She was led like a lamb to the slaughter. Now she's dead. She'll never have the chance to change her mind. Her killer still roams free and may yet kill again. That's a tragedy, a shame, and a crime. I'm not happy about it.

Yeah see I don't have to imagine the 'fear and pain' because I'm not a moronic bright eyed optimist who thinks that 'evil' doesn't exist. I take steps to protect myself unlike this idiot who voted and called for the kind of world that allowed this shit to happen.

Back me up! · Sep 27, 2023

Mordecai 3 Finger Brown said:
I doubt DNA analysis from the lab is that fast.

Dude probably video taped himself doing it.

Crime Baltimore Police Search for Suspect in Killing of Tech C.E.O. - Pava LaPere, 26, had been heralded in the city as a rising businesswoman devoted to her community. Officials said the suspect, a sex offender released from prison last fall, was armed and dangerous.

Sniperwoof

Rei is Shit.

Overwritten Tapes

Sin in the streets, Jinn in the sheets

CharlesBarkley

MERRY XMAS NIGGA

World Famous Quasi Payer

I stretched Will Stancil's ass like taffy!

frozen_runner

frozen_runner Classic ®️

Peaches the Wonder Cat

Meat Target

The Ooperator Protects

Cpl. Long Dong Silver

Mad Lad

GunCar Gary

Cheese Patrol

Peaches the Wonder Cat

Why I Didn’t Run That Triathlon

Two days before and fully trained, I pulled out of the triathlon I had spent months telling everyone about. Here’s why.

The Nothingness

The one with no body!

37yearolddickrightnow

..just go fly and.. later in life you have CANCER!

Marvin

Don't Tread on Me

I've always liked to play with fire

jertzog

KWAB

Back me up!

Mordecai "3 Finger" Brown

Your RF has been dead for 130 years!

Blacklight

Back me up!

Crime Baltimore Police Search for Suspect in Killing of Tech C.E.O. - Pava LaPere, 26, had been heralded in the city as a rising businesswoman devoted to her community. Officials said the suspect, a sex offender released from prison last fall, was armed and dangerous.

Sin in the streets, Jinn in the sheets

MERRY XMAS NIGGA

I stretched Will Stancil's ass like taffy!

frozen_runner Classic ®️

The Ooperator Protects

Mad Lad

Cheese Patrol

Why I Didn’t Run That Triathlon​

Two days before and fully trained, I pulled out of the triathlon I had spent months telling everyone about. Here’s why.​

The one with no body!

..just go fly and.. later in life you have CANCER!

I've always liked to play with fire

KWAB

Your RF has been dead for 130 years!

Why I Didn’t Run That Triathlon

Two days before and fully trained, I pulled out of the triathlon I had spent months telling everyone about. Here’s why.