Yes, I am calling you a retard. Live with it.

Before I get to the meat of the matter, I want to tell you about one of my favourite authors, George Orwell. Or Eric Arthur Blair as he was known to people around his home. Eric‘s biggest talent other than creating stories that were equally frustrating and compelling to read was writing about the cause-effect between how people behave and what they are taught to believe about themselves. His masterful way of writing is reflected in the fact that this relationship I have spoken of is indeed equally demonstrable no matter what order you write it in.

Blair‘s best-known work is equally misunderstood and debated. In Nineteen Eighty-Four, he delves into the construction of a language and the role that plays in enslaving a population. This is not a thought process without precedent. In the English language, we have no word that means “a woman who embraces her sexuality and has sex, and is good particularly because she embraces her sexuality and has sex”. Instead, we have a very nasty-sounding word, slut (and variants thereof), that means “a woman who embraces her sexuality and has sex, and is bad particularly because she embraces her sexuality and has sex”.

In cultures prior to the arrival of the Christian disease, we probably did have words that meant “a woman who embraces her sexuality and has sex, and is good particularly because she embraces her sexuality and has sex”. But then the Jews rejected polytheism and the more Pagan-like things the more ancient part of their history documents, and became a monotheistic, Abrahamic, and sex-phobic people. Hence, words other than slut to refer to women who do not retain the mentality of a child concerning the most personal parts of their person do not exist.

This, friends and neighbours, is one of the biggest problems with artificially limiting peoples’ linguistic choices. Not only is it patently unnatural and has immediate consequences ranging from hostility to unintentionally harming the credibility of your cause. It can have unintended consequences two thousand or more years after the fact. Would you want your daughters to be phobic of and despised for embracing the natural function of the most personal parts of their form? No? Then why engage in the activity upon which the lion’s share of the blame for this situation being in place today can be place?

You might think I am exaggerating. But you need not even look at aspects of sexuality or femininity to see this behaviour going on today. Conservatives have gone to a special effort to try and turn “liberal” into a dirty word, in spite of the fact that today’s Prime Ministers and Presidents grew up in an age where liberal economic policy allowed them to enjoy a standard of living that is higher than that of the eighteen to thirty year olds that they are now governing.

Some people might complain that they do not like to be compared to a social minority that is defined by the fact that their neurological development is insufficient for them to maintain even the most basic care for themselves. Well, as so many have put it, when the shoe fits, you wear it.

The number of times that Autism Speaks For Normie Retard Assholes have been told in no uncertain terms that their actions are not wanted, needed, or desired by autistic adults anywhere in the world is incalculable. Many of today’s generation of autistic adults wonder what will happen when the autistic children grow up and tell them their behaviour is unwanted to the point of being despised. Likely, they will indulge in the same rhetorics and anti-choice propaganda that they do now.

But here is the thing, politically correct moron language-mashers: they will do this no matter how many “umm mama! oo sed a bad wurd!”s you spew out.

So let us review, from my point of view, what you can really accomplish by crying and moaning every time I call people like my asshole idiot male parent a retard:

• Hostility

When you attempt to tell me what words I can use or cannot use in order to not upset your delicate little sensibilities, I immediately become hostile to you. If you want a 200+ pound Powell type to be hostile to you, then you must really think of yourself quite highly.

• Dissension

Apes alone: weak. Apes together: strong. It is the whole principle by which Rome governed itself.

When you try to tell a Child Of The ’80s that he cannot use “baaaaad words” in his speech, it creates dissension. That is, instead of thinking he wants to help/save all autistic individuals, he starts feeling that perhaps some should be left to rot or suffer at the hands of Mengle-wannabes.

If I need to waste my breath explaining to you why this is a bad thing, perhaps you ought to be refraining from speaking for us. Yes, us. Including me. Not just you and whomever you want to include.

• Distraction

I am going to be blunt about this. I have been autistic for my entire life-span. The margin between that and the time I have had diabetes is a few months short of ten years. That is, I was diagnosed with diabetes when I was slightly more than nine and a half years old.

Now, when I go to a doctor and complain that I am suffering from:

1. Unusual both in severity and length spells of dizziness, even when my blood glucose is right where it should be
2. Stomach cramps and severe pain whilst excreting
3. Psychological discomfort as a result of living amongst people I perceive as hostile
4. Difficulties with sleep pattern
5. Variably severe difficulties with breathing or consuming nutrients due to constant flow of mucus from nose to throat
6. More besides

and the doctor zeroes in on my diabetes, what do you think I think of him? Do I think, “okay, my diabetes, because I have not had that focused on 4,000 times in the past two days”? Or do I think “hey, focus on this problem that is making my life difficult right here and now, you little fukking cunt”?

If you guessed anything other than the latter, you are a retard. End of story. You deserve to be called one, and you deserve to be seen as one. Because the number of times I have tried to get a medical professional to look somewhere other than my destroyed islet cells after twenty-five years can rightly be seen as a thing of legend. That, in a nutshell, is what I mean when I spew angry bile about distraction.

When a person is saying that all normie retard assholes who presume to put words in our mouths should be killed without mercy, there are again two possibilities as to what the individual is thinking. The politically correct asshole who misses the point might believe they are thinking that the intellectually retarded should all be done away with.

I have explained elsewhere that there is an actual layer of meaning to the word “retard”, one that derives from the Latin “tardare”. It means delayed, slow, or diminished. One very ironic joke you can make is that school teachers no longer issue “tardy slips” to students like in Back To The Future because today’s high schoolers are too intellectually or linguistically retarded to understand what “tardy” means.

In fact, I would like to pose a question to the politically correct imbeciles of this world. Have you ever actually seen the inside of a residential care facility for the severely intellectually retarded?

I have. I did a couple of times a year or so after I was diagnosed with diabetes. I was bused to a “special school” because PhD.s were too retarded (see how much fun this word is with some irony, gang?) to work out that a boy using the exact same words over and over to talk about how much shit he wants to punch out of his principal might not be merely disobedient but autistic.

The Marsden residential care facility tucked away behind multiple tuck-aways on the Westmead Hospital grounds is literally like a village of the damned. These people cannot even keep their noses clean (literally).

So read back to what I said about the PhD.s who did not guess that a boy who can repeat the same words in expression of hate of teaching staff he feels discriminated against by, right down to the syllable, might be autistic. These assholes are so full of idnignant and unearned pride that they have been told they are the intellectual elite of society. Yet, as I said, if I walked into their office with “I AM AUTISTIC” tattooed into my head, they would go into as many trend-diagnoses as they could.

If you have a problem with me calling these gentlemen by what their decisions and the consequences to me make them out to be, that is, retards, then given what you are doing to possible future mes, maybe you are also someone that our world could do without.

Dislike it? Tell someone who does not have to live with the present and future results of your behaviour.