A couple of entries ago, I spoke of how bullying is a throwback to an evolutionary mechanism that used to promote our survival, but has now become obsolete. I also spoke of how even though it is a throwback to that evolutionary mechanism, it is still just that, a throwback, and it is one that these days only survives when taught to the would-be bully. Today, I would like to talk about something that is taught by morons to other morons, all in the hope of curbing the spread of knowledge.
All posts for the month March, 2012
On the evening of Thursday, March 29, at approximately 1830 hours, I was feeling dizzy, ill, and congested. My blood sugar was slightly below 4.0 mmol/l, but against my better judgement, I decided to take a walk and try to clear my head. That proved a costly mistake when as I closed the door, I realised that I had forgotten to take the housekeys with me.
Today’s normie moron of the week award goes to Richard Alan Walba, who on March 31, 2012, said exactly the following:
“Let’s not be ridiculous, vaccines can cause neurological damage but not the neurological damage that is Autism? Pace didn’t award the damages, and all the children clearly showed autistic symptoms.”
(Questions come to mind. When I stumble about and sweat cold, that is a symptom. Of diabetes, which is the kind of thing that modern medics have in mind when they use the word “disease”. So what in the hell is an “autistic symptom”, Richard?)
The full conversation, in its uninterrupted, unedited (so far as I can tell), and ugly glory can be found on Lydia Brown’s Fudgebook page. To say that this conversation has taken a very ugly turn is an understatement. Walba’s view seems to be that everything that disagrees with his pet beliefs is a big conspiracy against everyone and that autism is bad, bad, bad, and that autistic adults should not be allowed to speak for themselves because they contradict him too much, and on and on it goes.
This, in itself, would be bad enough. But where he really lets himself down is that he does not seem to understand the importance of peer review, that law reviews/articles are never subject to peer review, or that such an absence makes his sources utterly invalid.
Richard Alan Walba, mark my words. You do not want to ever knowingly meet me. You are the most ignorant person I have read the filth of this week, and that means you are probably the most ignorant person I have encountered in years. Have a cookie.
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I forget the context and time in which I heard these words come from the mouth of the father of one of my ~friends from the neighborhood. But they have stuck in my head despite the fact that I have not seen either the ~friend or his father in somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty years. The manner in which this man enunciated those words, a manner that let everyone within earshot know he was very serious about it, is something I will remember for the rest of my life. (If you are reading this, your family name happens to be Spencer, and you lived on Darling Street during the 1980s and 1990s, please send me a message through here. I would love to hear from you.)
I forget exactly when it was, but I made an allusion to the fact that seeing and seeing, as it were, are two different things. Because there is an ever-growing threat to the increase in quality of visual presentation, the time is good to explain what this difference is.
Say the name Autism Speaks amongst a bunch of autistic Children Of The ’80s, or worse yet a room full of Powell types (or both, like myself), and fur will fly on a scale that is incomprehensible to those who fit into neither group. This more reflects on the groups I mention than Autism Speaks itself, but that does not mean Autism Speaks deserves a pass. For one thing, amongst autistic adults, these two groups have the biggest claim to having been shortchanged and/or abused, and amongst the autistic, that is saying quite a lot.
Everything we do in life, whether it be flipping off a police officer, firing a gun, or scratching one’s face, has an objective in mind. The dying art of social services is no different. In a society where competition is emphasised over cooperation to an excessive point, there are always going to be people who have difficulty fitting into a social group, or a society as one might call it. And over the past thirty or so years, the emphasis has shifted so far toward competition that it is getting more like a fight with axes or meat cleavers than a licensed boxing match. Which means that social services are strained to the point of breaking, and beyond.