Reading this wokist nonsense recently, I came across this fine sentiment:
PARC would also ban “culturally appropriative language,” such as the word “tribe,” which “was historically used in a dehumanizing way to equate indigenous people with savages.”
So… let’s hear it from my Jewish Readers*. (When they’re done laughing.)
Were you triggered? (And I don’t mean “Were you tempted to pick up a gun?”.)
*For Readers unfamiliar with the jargon, Jews traditionally refer to each other as “Tribe”.
As I’ve aged, a couple of things have happened to me that have affected my barely-competent handgun skill. (Cliff Notes: I’ve always been a much better shot with a rifle than with a handgun, the latter being just average.)
The problem is twofold: as my age-induced arthritis continues to plague my hands, I find that I can no longer grip the gun as firmly as I’d like, which has led to Problem #2: I’ve started to develop a profound flinch whenever I pull the trigger. No matter how gently I squeeze the thing — and all my handguns have excellent triggers — I often catch myself dropping the hammer on an empty chamber and seeing my hand pulling the gun down at least an inch, with predictable results on the paper. To put it bluntly, at the end of the session, my target often resembles that of someone trying to register their shotgun’s grouping, blindfolded. (I think it was either Mr. Free Market or The Englishman who once commented caustically, “I had an old shotgun that printed better than that.”)
Loyal Readers will already have seen my dissatisfaction with firing 158gr .357 Mag loads, and selecting instead the much-lighter 110gr pills for my backup ammo. With the latter, there is no flinch; with the 158gr loads, a profound one. Ditto, by the way, my .45 ACP preference for 185gr loads over the 230gr. Heavy bullets = flinch; lighter bullets = no flinch, or at least not enough to make a fool of me.
This is not affected by my usual shooting partners, they being either the Son&Heir or Doc Russia, both being horrifyingly proficient handgun shots whose one-hole groupings never fail to make me look like a complete beginner.
All this, by the way, is to introduce Champion Pistolero Rob Leatham’s video entitled: Aiming Is Useless (!!!!).
So my next few trips to the handgun range are going to feature his training tips, along with Mas Ayoob’s Wedge Grip.
I’ll let you know how it pans out.
Let’s hear it for this guy:
I bet they also come in Small, Medium and Large (maybe Extra-Large even) sizes, and none of that Venti nonsense. (Seen at Powerline.)
This article, and the pathology it describes, fills me with all the negatives: disgust, horror, loathing, hatred and the burning desire to lay about these people with a barbed-wire-wrapped cricket bat.
Which is surprising, because for the last twenty years or so, American girls have been raised from birth to be premium dating fodder, primed from the first whiff of puberty to be Available for Sex on Saturday Night. So why are they being ghosted in droves? Abandoned and left to die alone, clutching their pets and Warren for President signs?
You’d think these girls would be experts at snagging a mate. Years of sex ed, birth control pills, and permission to date early and often with no judgement from the grownups should have guaranteed they’d have suitors dangling from their every finger, lines outside the door, dates every night, so many engagement rings shoved under their noses they’d be blinded by the shimmering sight of all those diamonds nestled against black velvet.
What happened?
Read the whole article, but only if you have a strong stomach.
An entire generation — maybe even two — will have been corrupted almost beyond redemption.
This is probably not going to make me too popular with Woke Nation, but I see that there’s a huge brouhaha arising from the decisions of various Woke officials to open up women’s sports to wannabe women (i.e. men who are “gender-confused” or similar). Said brouhaha, of course, has to include the World’s Most Irritating Blowhard (Piers Morgan, no link because Morgan), who talks about “destroying women’s athletics” and similar.
Frankly, I don’t care a rat’s ass about that, because (deep breath) I don’t think women’s athletics should even include strength events such as weightlifting and shot put (to name but a couple), and let’s not even get started on women’s rugby, boxing and MMA.
Considering that most female weightlifters take testosterone to build up their strength anyway, I see little difference between the ladymen who identify as women and the burlywomen who take drugs to resemble men.
“O but Kim,” I can hear already, “womyns have every right to have events such as shot put and weightlifting, you male chauvinist woman-hater [20,000-word diatribe deleted].”
You see, this is mostly because I prefer to think of women as ladies — a quaint, old-fashioned concept in these modernist times — and while I have no problem with physically strong women, I think most men and women prefer that they aren’t. Witness, for example, the support for the slender, petite Chris Evert vs. that of the ultra-manly Martina Navratilova — and the development of women’s tennis since then has shown that even the most talented of the “ladies” (Gabriela Sabatini, Anna Kournikova, Arantxa Sanchez, Hanna Mandlikova, Amelia Mauresmo and so on) would stand about as much chance against the Williams sisters as a haystack against a Tiger tank.
That’s fine; but if women are going to have strength and bulk be part of their sports, blurring the line between women and men, so to speak, then they can’t really complain when the line is extinguished altogether, can they?
So do I think that trannie men should be allowed into women’s sports? Absolutely not; but if they are, I’m not going to cry over it, either.
I’m sure there’s a market for all these sports; I just want no part of them.
Full disclosure: Chris Evert is only a month younger than I am, and I still have a huge teenage-like crush on her.
A whole bunch — at least a dozen of you — wrote to me with the excellent news that Salma Hayek has no intention of ending her stream of bikini pics, all taken during the Wuhan Panic Festival of 2020.
I’m assuming they are of this genre:
However, I have also received the occasional missive from people (men, I think) who do not share my fondness for full-figured women. (I know, they’re to be pitied, but whatever.)
So in order to prove that this here back porch is a Big Tent, so to speak, here are a couple of skinnier women who can also wear a bikini, e.g. Liz Hurley:
…Lottie Moss: 
…Karen Gillan: 
…Amanda Holden:
…Kimberley Garner:
…and so on. I hope you fans of the A-cup are satisfied.