I frequently see news items in my Fudgebook feed lately that concern the bizarre and frankly disturbingly idiotic behaviours of white supremacists. I have also already written at length concerning what I refer to as child abuse culture (an example can be found here, in my article concerning the abuse that took place on the Hey Dad! set).
Recently, I had the gall to post in comments on a Fudgebook page called One Liberal’s Slant On Politics about the fact that the darling of the Democrat side of the next Presidential race, Hillary Clinton, is buddies with the management of Autism Speaks For Normie Assholes. Well, not only did the ignorant assholes behind that page comment back that Autism Speaks For Normie Assholes are good (wrong), they started with the “my child has asperger’s” bit. (By the way, when you resort to things like this in front of a linguistically-bent autistic adult, it behooves you to at least spell that word right.)
AABy the way, when you try to tell a man that the people he hates are good, please make sure that the people he hates do not make Godwin’s Brainfart utterly invalid as written.
I recently wrote a note to my mother. You might be aware that I have written several bits and pieces on this journal about how my mother was too young to have a child, blah blah blah. I hereby rescind and take back everything I have said that makes any kind of excuse for my mother. Because part of what I wrote in this note to my mother concerns the fact that on “diagnosis day”, I was expecting both her and my asshole idiot male parent to do something other barrier me, negate my will, and just basically dictate that since I did not want to be an office drone or factory shill, I should be nothing.
Other things that I have written to my mother include references to how people organise movements and start campaigns to help when they see their son (or daughter) cannot make it alone. I have had the pleasure recently to have more direct contact with the parents of the Emma in the title of Emma’s Hope Book, a journal that accomplishes something a bit rare. That is, it manages to be about Emma and her parents at the same time without setting my “parental units! kill! crush! destroy!” instinct off.
I think part of the secret is that they allow Emma to speak for herself as much as is possible when they are interpreting for her. I believe this has more to do with Emma’s age than her being autistic. Recently-posted photographs of Emma lead to the conclusion that she is approximately ten years old, hardly an age at which one wants their daughter to put her writings online completely unfettered. But that is all I will say on that score at present because I simply do not know well enough.
What I do know is that this journal called Emma’s Hope Book stands in a violent contrast to the usual approach of parental units. The “my son has asperger’s” idiot from the so-called Liberal page, for example. Has that person (and I use the word person loosely here) ever asked their son what he thinks? Because even when sons are only five or six years old, what the parental unit thinks are the son’s reality and what the son thinks tend to be two very different things.
My mother had a habit of quoting me, badly, to her friends or family when I was a six year old boy. During my second year of schooling, I was assigned a teacher who could not understand me at all and even took drastic steps to try and curtail my attempts to write stories that all had exactly one theme. (That year, the science-fiction series V had hit Assholian television, with a similar level of amazing ratings. I did not see it until years later, but the concept of a protracted war with an alien people fascinated the hell out of me.)
My mother had a habit of telling all her friends that I disliked this teacher at first (true) but he was my favourite teacher “now” (false). She knows better now, however, especially because I am a thirty-five year old man who wants to feed a teacher he spent maybe a couple of hours in total speaking with when he was eleven into a plastic shredder. In fact, I can count the number of teachers I had even the most marginal contact with during that stage of my life and do not wish to feed into a plastic shredder on my fingers. One. She knows who she is. (There was a Victorian Football League team based in a suburb with a name that has the exact same pronunciation that year.)
It is one thing to have both of your parental units lie their arses off about you to others when you are a small child. But for the same thing to keep happening when you are nearly bigger than them, that takes real chutzpah.
Getting back to the main point, there are two facts here that need to be understood:
- When the Democrat party of America decided they were going to run Barack Obama in the race instead of Hillary Clinton, I felt a pants-pissing rush of relief. I was far from the only one.
- This is because Hillary Clinton is buddies with Autism Speaks For Normie Assholes.
The latter point might be difficult to believe at first, for some people who have absolutely no idea how America’s political system works. Here is a video that I posted in my comments to Liberal’s page, by the way:
The comment from Liberal not only uses the “my son has asperger’s” gambit (seriously, nobody gives a shit because you are not the one who is autistic, Liberal). They also used the gambit called “curing autism is not genocide”. Try telling that to the entire autistic community, Liberal.
No, seriously, try it. Get them all in the same place (forty-eight million people can fit into Berlin, I hear) and tell them all at once that preventing* and curing** is not the same thing as organised mass murder.
* This means aborting the autistic child before they are born. A highly unreliable process at best with false positives and negatives. And why is abortion only a no-no when it is applied to normies, American assholes?
** The entire autistic community feels that curing autism is the same thing as murdering the autistic individual. Or ripping out the autistic individual’s brain and replacing it with one more to the normie’s liking. Horror films exist with similar themes to this, by the way. Examples of horror films where people are murdered and replaced with something more to the murderer’s liking include The Stepford Wives.
Let us provide a realistic estimate of how many Powell types there are out there. I stated that forty-eight million is a realistic estimate of how many autistic individuals live today. This is based on realistic, credible numbers, as opposed to the jacked up for fearmongers number. Divide that by a thousand, as Powell seems to be the rarest type. That is still forty-eight thousand people who will want to use you to make an impromptu Ministry video, Liberal. Forty-eight thousand. To which your ridiculous, insulting, and just plain mistaken attitude will add another in the fullness of time.
That is, assuming you do not kill him for failing to fart in the right direction when you command.
That is forty-eight million people in the world who all have a good reason to fear for the raging hard-on that the Democrat party and so-called Liberal causes have reacquired for Hillary Clinton. By the way, if you call yourself a liberal in the true sense (that is, open to progress and change), that means you are not okay with genocide being committed against a group of people. That is, organised mass murder of a group of people with an involuntary characteristic. (If you think “abort them before they are born” is acceptable, think again. The definition of genocide also includes “preventing future generations of a population from coming into existence”.)
If you are okay with that, you are not liberal in any true sense of the word.
One Liberal’s Slant On Politics is exactly what I mean when I say that we:
- live in a child abuse culture
- defer to the will of a parent even when that will potentially irreparably harms the child (which is basically a component of the above)
- cannot accept when we are told by people who are more like our children than we are that what we are doing or supporting is wrong
(This video is here because I want to head off accusations that I am “quoting Hillary out of context”. Please to be telling me what is right about this speech. Of all the things she craps on about earmarking money for, I can tell you that none of them coincide with what autistic adults want.)
Whilst this might go over fine in a hick fukktard village (although the stories of the fukktard village called Haven in The Tommyknockers gives pause for thought), it is something else on a national level. It is a prescription for disaster.
Other autistic adults who are likely not Powell types have also expressed dismay when I have stated that it would be better to take autistic children away from normie parents. I am sympathetic to that point of view, but one reason I have linked repeatedly to Emma’s Hope Book here is because her parental units are not the rule. They are the exception. Kelli Stapleton, whom I would take great pleasure in tying up and taping her airholes shut, is not exactly the rule either. Sure, there are more murderous parental units out there than there appear to be of Emma’s parents. But whilst I suspect my parental units who insist on hiding the building blocks and then ask why I still have not built anything are the actual rule, that is not the problem I have with assholes like Liberal In Name Only Slant.
No, the real problem I have when I see everyone parading how wonderful a Hillary Presidency would be is this. If Hillary is allowed in the White House, murderers and child abusers like Kelli Stapleton will become the rule. After all, the President will be saying their behaviour is a-okay.
This is the ultimate expression of what I mean when I say parental unit supremacist.
Being the parent of an autistic individual does not make you autistic. It does not make you an authority concerning autism. And when your will contradicts that of the autistic people around you, it means you are at fault, not them. Hillary Clinton’s buddies want to get a Presidential rubber stamp on unjust laws based around extreme failures to understand these things.
And if Liberal In Name Only Slant has a problem with me having a problem with that, well, I would like to encourage all autistic adults to pay them a visit and inform them that we have a problem with them.
(Next week, we will have a discussion on the difference between killing in battle and murder, and why this makes it okay to kill curebies.)
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