Month: April 2022

Language Nannies

Nannies, Two-Minute Hate, Wokism

And then there’s this development:

Google has announced the launch of an “inclusive language” function to help users eliminate politically incorrect words and expressions. The feature is being introduced initially to Google’s “enterprise-level” users and will include both warnings and suggestions as part of Google’s new assisted writing features in Google Docs.
Typing in the word “landlord,” for instance, generates a warning the term “may not be inclusive to all readers” as well as the suggestion to replace the offensive locution with “property owner” or “proprietor.”

Similarly, Google takes issue with the word “mankind” and proposes substituting it with the more appropriate “humankind.” Use of “policemen” and “housewife” provokes a correction as well, and Google will urge replacing them with the gender-neutral “police officers” and “stay-at-home spouse.”

Curiously, the new software seems targeted only at a specific sort of communication infractions.

How nice.  Wait till this feature turns into “obligatory” rather than just “advisory”…

My message to Google:  take your wokist nonsense and stick it up your excretion aperture.

Oh, and fuck you.  And your poxy email.

No Real Choice

Marketing / Advertising, The Gun Thing

Last week I got an ad sheet from a gun outlet which, as I read down the page, got up my nose.

Let’s just say, ad arguendo, that a guy had no interest in any gun that shot either the 9mm Europellet or the 5.56mm poodleshooter.  I know, in these modern times it’s not a very fashionable position to take, but nevertheless.

So how would said guy respond to an ad sheet like this one?

All the handguns look the same, distinguished one from another only by a string of incomprehensible alphanumerics, and they’re all striker-fired plastic fantastics.

Pass.

Under My Radar

Gratuitous Chick Pics

TV things I have never watched, and are unlikely ever to watch:

  • MMA (of either sex)
  • Deadpool
  • Fast & Furious
  • Haywire
  • The Mandalorian

…and I’ve also never bothered to read Maxim magazine.

It is unsurprising, therefore, that I had no idea who Gina Carano was until I discovered her existence on one of my many branch line forays into the bowels of the Internet (shuddup, I’m trying to write lyrical stuff here in describing a totally boring activity).

But discover her I did, and I have to say that if your type is earthy, stocky Mediterranean types with an excellent superstructure (e.g. Salma Hayek), then this Carano creature is right up your whatsit, so to speak:

And anyone tossed out of the loathsome Disney Corp for daring to voice unpopular opinions is welcome at this website at any time.

News Roundup

Bad News

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And off we go:


…I have an alibi.


…no, he’d be in his fifth year in prison awaiting trial for “sedition”.


…and this is news because..?


…and will resettle them in Brighton Beach, NY.  Tickets available at Ticketmaster.


…assuming he hasn’t “committed suicide” or ‘died from Covid” before then.  No odds given on either.


…that’s like winning the “Tallest Man Competition” in Dwarf Town.  (no link because Kardashian)


…small, large, whatever:  kill them all with fire.  Horrible fucking things.
Afterthought:  not these Scorpions — I quite like them:

And talking of showbiz:


…big deal;  Murray always behaves inappropriately.


…one would have thought that all that kicking and screaming might have tipped them off.

And now, INSIGNIFICA (a.k.a. “who gives a fuck news”, as one Reader put it):

     

…and is useless wifout pichers:

All the news worth leering at.

Travel Alert

Boomershoot, The Gun Thing, Travels

Posting over the next ten days or so may be a little light, as Longtime Friend and Reader Mark C. and I will be trekking across the U.S. to attend Boomershoot this coming weekend.  (From Texas, three days up, three days down plus three days shooting.  I must be insane.)

That’s the Son&Heir circa 2005.

And to the attendees:  can’t wait to see y’all again, but please forgive me if I’ve forgotten your names — I’m old, my memory for names was always crap, and it’s been 17 years.