I suppose that I should learn to not be surprised by how disappointed I can get with people in the media, but the shooting in the Century 16 cinema at Aurora, Colorado has brought out a level of bullshit that I just find so disheartening to be on the same planet as. Previously, I wrote about a gun lobbyist rhetoric proclaiming the Wild West fantasy that if everyone in the theatre had a firearm, the death toll would be lower. First, so what? One person being shot dead when they were only out in search of a good time is still wrong. Second, when dozens of people start shooting, stray bullets tend to kill more than just “the offender”.
But now a certain retard called Joe Scarborough, and thus MSNBC, wants us to just take it as read that the shooter, one James Holmes, “has autism”. Fukk you, Jo(k)e. Seriously. Fukk you, fukk your mother, fukk all who helped bring you into this world, and fukk anyone who even looks at you twice, so far as I am concerned. You are a classic example of when murder is perfectly justified, and I hope to Odin above that you one day wake up in a dingy little room somewhere in a very uncomfortable position with a video message telling you in a warped-sounding voice that it wants to play a game. You are an example of why this planet needs five or six billion less people on it not just now but yesterday, and I hope to Odin that your final moments end up being spent experiencing a similar level of fear and terror that you are helping to inflict upon the autistic.
Having said all of that, I would like to take this chance to address things that others have said to me in the past about moments when I get this angry. I will not bother with exact quotes, but whilst I can understand why the “violent rhetoric” I occasionally speak is unappreciated, situations like this beg a very important question. Namely, exactly what in the fukk do you people expect?
As a result of my being autistic going unrecognised until I was in my mid-twenties, I have been subjected to so much violence and mistreatment throughout my life that I am only now just learning to accept that I will never be able to live without having to deal with the effect. Consequently, when I have problems in terms of relations with people like my ignorant idiot neighbours (for example), I do not fear what I suspect they might try to do to me. I fear what I am going to do to them if they make me feel sufficiently threatened. And let me tell you something: when people start engaging in games of “this person who did this horrible, terrible thing is autistic, so let us wipe out all of the autistic”, I feel threatened on a scale you cannot possibly begin to imagine. How would you like it if you went into a store just to find basic essentials you need to live, and were confronted with slogans or logos for what is basically your equivalent to the Ku Klux Klan? Now, imagine that is happening on a level where everyone in the world can see the bullshit images and leaps of logic, all designed to change how that everyone in the world looks at you or sees you. Do you think you might feel a little disheartened not only with your life but with the world you are inhabiting?
This is, in fact, one of the reasons that I feel the autistic should be organising themselves into militias, arming themselves, and shooting first at anyone who professes any objection to them being autistic. Because no matter how politely we plead, beg, or even legally argue to make the curebies stop things like this, and I can assure you that it was the curebies who put Jo(k)e up to this, the curebies will never stop without being made to stop. Genocide Watch has a document on their web site that outlines the eight stages of genocide. The curebies have mixed the stages up somewhat, but this attempt to tell the world that James Holmes is autistic when he probably does not even know who Anthony Attwood, Isabelle Hénault, or Simon Baron-Cohen are is an attempt at both dehumanisation and polarisation. It is a similar tactic to that which the mainstream media and its puppet-masters employed against the mentally ill throughout much of the past forty or fifty years. So people like Autism Speaks For Normie Assholes need to ask idiots like Jo(k)e to fling out wild speculations that they have no intention of ever trying to substantiate. Because as every political figure from Adolf Hitler to Kenneth Starr was or is all too happy to exploit, substantiating an allegation is overkill. When one wants to play dirty and try people in the court of public opinion, simply making the accusations loudly or frequently enough will suffice.
This brings me to the point that makes this cowardly, gutless attack on our civil rights so infuriating. It is basically another attempt by the curebies to use mainstream media to force a definition of ourselves upon us that we have no wish to, or reason to, accept. Curebies have no interest in how we define ourselves. All that they care about is what definition of us is the most convenient for them. Hence, when we write articles or make videos concerning the fact that such talked-about historical figures as Andy Warhol or Albert Einstein were very likely to have been autistic, the curebie policy is not only deny, deny, deny, but verbal punish, punish, punish. How dare we, the autism civil rights movement, suggest that this revered and respected person might have been one of us? Leaving aside the fact that real experts in the autistic spectrum such as Anthony Attwood consider it fact that Albert Einstein was autistic, not all of the evidence in the world dissuades the curebie Nazi brigade from trying to slap our hands and yell how dare we in our faces. So I would like to tell the curebies and assholes in their employ like Jo(k)e something. You cannot have it both ways. If you want to tell us that James Holmes is one of us, you have to let us tell you that Albert Einstein or Tim Burton (or many, many others, including I suspect, Jim Henson) are or were one of us, too. Otherwise, we are entitled by the rules of war to proclaim that your rhetoric is nothing more than slander or libel.
You may have noticed that I made allusions to the basic money scenes of films in the Hollywood slasher series known as Saw. Good. You see, Tobin Bell‘s character, John “Jigsaw” Kramer, is one very negative and evil individual that I do not mind telling you resembles certain kinds of autistic adult. Whilst autistic adults generally do not have anywhere near as arbitrary a sense of justice as does Jigsaw, they are as dedicated to what sense of justice they have as he is. Try to make an autistic adult (or child, for that matter, as I will get to in a second) feel that there is one rule for you and one rule for him, and he will get sore at you. Hence, there is a window of time during which you can make Powell types feel as if you are allowed to splatter their name all over the place and get away with it. It is rapidly closing. How long do you figure it will be, curebies and Jo(k)e et al, before autistic adults start deciding they should go everywhere armed and just shoot before the curebie shoots? Because believe me, you are going exactly the right ways about making such a situation become reality.
When I was approximately twelve years old, the school I was being made to attend in spite of numerous complaints and attempts to bring my dissatisfaction with to the attention of all concerned decided to create some special rules for me. Specifically, that if someone reported to the authority figures that I so much as farted in a direction I did not like, I was sent home from school. This generally also entailed being physically assaulted with a wooden brush by the asshole male parental unit who now, for reasons that are understandable to normalist cowards, denies I was ever sent home. And people wonder why I will sooner kill Thomas Edwin McIntosh than look at him or listen to him speak. He is exactly what I am in meaning when I use such nasty, derogatory wording as “cuntslander” to describe the people in this state that he seems to care more for than my own wellbeing. A good example of this is when, after I suggested a new rule for a game I was playing with others at the time, they told me “no, it’s only for you”, I grabbed the person saying it by the neck, violently shook him, and screamed “fukk you” in his face. I hope the teacher who was oh so upset by my words is reading this, because let me tell you something as an adult Powell type now, dearie: your mere drawing of breath offends me. People are allowed to get pissed off when people try to discriminate against them, regardless of the reason.
In fact, let me tell you a little story. In November of 1938, increasing laws passed by the government of Germany that abridged or outright abolished the rights of Jews motivated a seventeen year old to act. On October 27, 1938 (exactly forty years before my birth, in fact), approximately 17,000 Jews of Polish origin were expelled from Germany on the orders of one Reinhard Heydrich, the second in command of the SS. Amongst these ~17,000 Jews was a family with the name Grynszpan. Their son, Herschel, had not been with them during this expulsion, as he had gone to Paris to stay with an uncle who worked as a tailor there. The details concerning Herschel‘s not being allowed to permanently reside in Paris by French authorities or his family’s being stopped at the gates of Poland are not important here. All that needs to be understood is that Herschel and his family were plunged into a situation where they had a government violently opposed to their continued existence, none willing or wanting to give them a place to hide from that government, and a deepening sense of doom from having no idea what to do. So Herschel went to the German embassy in Paris and, after talking to several interim persons, shot Ernst vom Rath two times. The shooting occurred on November 7, but vom Rath did not die until the late afternoon of November 9, and only after surgery to remove a ruptured spleen as well as repair damage to the stomach and pancreas, at that.
This act had two very significant repercussions. One, it prompted Kristallnacht, also known as the Night Of Broken Glass, in which numerous Jews were slain, and their businesses, synagogues, and homes burned. Herschel Grynszpan was interrogated by the French police, to whom he declared:
It was not with hatred or for vengeance against any particular person that I acted, but because of love for my parents and for my people who were unjustly subjected to outrageous treatment. Nevertheless, this act was distasteful to me and I deeply regret it. However, I had no other means of demonstrating my feelings…It is not, after all, a crime to be Jewish. I am not a dog. I have the right to live. My people have a right to exist on this earth. And yet everywhere they are hunted down like animals.
Herschel Grynszpan‘s actual fate remains unknown to this day. He was deported from France and ended up in the custody of the Gestapo, but his trial was postponed indefinitely for a number of reasons. Not least of which was that Grynszpan was planning to claim at trial that he had a homosexual relationship with Ernst vom Rath, a claim that would have caused them some discomfort and embarrassment. Not because the allegations were true, in fact the Germans knew that Grynszpan was making that part up, but rather because they knew that vom Rath was indeed a homosexual and Grynszpan knew details of this that he was planning to reveal in court. But the salient point here is that Grynszpan‘s assassination of Ernst vom Rath had the effect he was looking for. The world not only heard Grynszpan‘s protest, it has now been hearing it and many other protests against genocidal campaigns ever since.
This brings me to something I wish to say to the more passive contingent of the autism civil rights movement. This includes pretty much all of the “acceptable” lot, from Lydia Brown to the “it’s all about us the parents” crowd. This cowardly flinging of mud at us is yet another instance of curebies repaying us for your kindness to them. How many more times do they need to enact stages three and five of genocide against us before you do all of us, both those of us on the spectrum and those who would be sorry to see us go, a big favour and realise that as long as the law (that they have control of, I might add) allows them to operate in this manner, there can be no peace between us?
President Barack Obama, want to know a big secret to get every autistic adult on your side right now? It is very simple. Make the use of Jo(k)e Scarborough’s normalist rhetoric in repeated media illegal. I do not mean illegal just in the sense of giving rise to civil action. I mean illegal in the sense of prison time, preferably in a prison where at least one Powell type is likely to be incarcerated. Because the alternative, waiting for angry Powell types like myself to start enacting justice by our own means, will get very messy very quickly.
In closing, I would like to say the following to Jo(k)e Scarborough. The climate in the landmass referred to as Australia is an extremely harsh, hostile one. Not one suited for weak-minded, weak little cowards who attempt to motivate others to murder disenfranchised segments of the population. You are therefore advised to never visit it, nor any space that is within two hundred metres of my person.
The rest of you, if you have a problem with me treating all normies as immediately out to do me wrong, take it up with people like Jo(k)e. I no longer have to justify myself to the like of you as far as I am concerned.