Yesterday, I posted the first of two essays I wished to offer as penance for not participating in the Autistic Speaking Day exactly on time. In it, I describe the three main ways I know that a collective of people can attain freedom. In it, I explained why I would sleep better at night if autistic people as a whole “manned up” and demonstrated that they were willing to pay the “iron price”. Continue Reading
Apparently November 1 was a day when we were supposed to get online and write, to demonstrate to moron curebies and the rest of the world that we can speak for ourselves thank you very much. I only found this out on my November 1, so I am late to the party. I am used to that. In lieu of my participation, I wish to present two essays. The first follows under the jump.
When I was younger, I was somehow, in a subtle way, encouraged to think that my life would continue along a path that was really more destiny than direction. That I would just live the same kind of ordinary, everyday life that I had observed people like my parental units living, and on and on it went. Continue Reading
Autism Awareness. Autism Awareness. Autism Awareness. Autism Awareness. Autism Awareness. Diabetes Awareness. Cancer Awareness. Spina Bifida Awareness. Down’s Syndrome Awareness. Retardation Awareness. Being born without limbs Awareness.
See where I am going with this yet, normies? Continue Reading
As you should have already guessed from some of the references to time and events of the past, I was around for a prior proclamation that the entire world was going to end. Or turn into a steaming pile of droppings. End of world predictions tend to vary in terms of severity. In fact, during the dizzying heights of the Reagan administration, predictions that the world was going to end tomorrow came so thick and fast that people almost stopped paying them any mind. Continue Reading
Let us think about this for a second. It is a question, but one that has many answers. If we are going to simply sit around and leave each other to rot, then why bother having a society? As simply-structured as the question is there, it has a lot of answers that need examination. Continue Reading
If there is a surefire way to make me think you are an idiot, right to the point where I want to throw my own dung at you, telling me that there is no such thing as overpopulation would be top of the list. Compounding that with badly-supported claims or pseudoscience is just icing on the cake so far as I am concerned. But in a conversation on a friend’s Fudgebook page, one person really went above and beyond the call. Continue Reading