The “ink” is barely dry on a post in which I compared Jerry Seinfeld to a racially-charged designation of people who are, effectively, traitors to their own kind. I pointed out the history he apparently does not want to talk about of going and promoting our “cure” (read: murder, because that is what it is). I pointed out to all and sundry that instead of saying “welcome, brother”, YOU (that is, passives who presume to speak for all of us) should be saying “in light of your anti-autistic behaviour in the past, you are going to need to prove this”.
When it became clear to Jerry that he was not going to get all of the positives without dealing with the anger from autistic people (which is voluminous in quantity) or the “ableism” from normies, he gave up.
That is, he reversed himself and said “oh, sorry, I did not mean it”.
I find it funny. Oh, poor Jerry, you want to be called autistic, but do not want to be subjected to the daily psychological abuse that being autistic entails? Sorry, honey bun, but it does not ever work that way.
But it also walks straight into the theory I had earlier published. That is, Jerry Seinfeld is a narcissistic little asshole whose fifteen minutes were up and wanted to extend them by posing as a part of a minority group that is often in the media lately. I guess Autism Speaks For Normie Assholes really do go a long way to hide the truth of their agenda from the celebrities that they court. Did nobody explain to you, Jerry, that when a person says they want to see a day when a minority group is only read about in history books, it means they want to murder every member of that minority group?
So you have basically hurt us, brought to life our memories of you cheering on the proposals to legalise murdering us, and then abandoned the whole thing because it became clear to you that membership in a minority group is not like a tennis club.
Jerry, answer me this: what about your recent behaviour does not make you look like a posing narcissist?
But I digress. The real problem is what motivated this backflip.
No, Autism “Mommy”. I am not like your child. I am something much, much worse. I am what your child will be in a certain number of years if you maintain your present attitude regarding your child and autism. That is, a broken, psychologically battered individual who has no ability to distinguish between “not friend” and “mortal enemy”. An individual who can be motivated to start hitting people by the expedient of a conjunction of words.
I do not really want to be “famous” or in the media to the extent that people like Jerry Narcissist are. John Cusack (a man I could far more easily believe in being autistic, by the way) said it best when he said that celebrity is the worst thing that can happen to an actor.
But I will tell you this much. If, by some miracle of fate, my presently-available works started to hit bestseller lists and I was being courted by film studios about adaptations, I will tell them this much. I am autistic, I have been autistic since before I knew what way was up, and when the Not Like My Child brigade comes forth, they are going to find out something that makes me a lot unlike Jerry Narcissist.
You cannot bully me into silence or reversal. I tend to respond to bullies very, very, very differently, as a matter of fact.
I hope you are out there, child-bullying brigade, because someday we are going to be courted by people who are not narcissistic, spineless, tiny-penised bullies who would die if forced to confront the reality of having their face held down in the mud.
I never trusted the fucktard. I bet he eats shrooms as a side dish!