…….

…….

OK, fuck this: Just slap them.

J Kb sent me this one:

Marvel comic panel in which a white girl explains to a Latina
character why Latinx is a more inclusive term and Spanish is wrong.

 

And he hits it right in the head: It is condescending.  And what is more, it is offensive in its racism. We have us some young adolescent White bitch disrespecting mom and calling her ignorant of her own race’s denomination? The kid, apparently the son, sits there without a reaction and probably even approvingly, hoping that Miss Bitch does not friend-zone him and rubs the front of his jeans at a later date.  True Latino would be raising bloody hell while holding conceited bitch by the throat and explaining in very loud terms you do not insult mamá.

And as for fluid language, since Spanish has been Spanish, the genre of the term Latino is either male or neutral depending on its application. I believe that this usage of Latinex does have to do with “inclusivity” because the language does not allow for alternative uses of gender in fluid individuals which is a lie: We have Latinos, Latinas and the following adjectives to those they are trying to push under the “x” umbrella: maricones, pendejos, sadicos and degenerados.

PS: And “Latine” is a dash too close to latrine. You really want to go with that one and be able to eat solid foods after saying it?

 

Gun Things I did not know.

Wadcutter 38 Special (the revolver cartridge) truly loaded as wadcutter, flush to the case. My initial thought was “Does that thing chambers with any reliability?” And it does indeed, flawlessly.

Don’t hold me to it, but I seem to recall the gun was a Smith and Wesson Model 52 (If I am wrong, I should get an angry email soon enough) with a trigger pull weight within the range of dirty thought and an angel’s fart. An absolute joy to shoot and understand why it is the favorite sidearm caliber of one Bob Lee Swagger/ Stephen Hunter.

 

Peeking behind the curtain.

Oleg Volk at work.

I always find the process tends to be as revealing and interesting as the product it creates. Our imagination either wonders in complication or simply cannot fathom it.  One may think to be disappointed about the simplicity, but you realize that is part of the beauty itself: It is not the gear or the mechanics on their own but the artistry of its us and the eye of the creator behind it.