An open letter to lawmakers

One rascal called Godwin has a law named after him. In a political argument, this law goes, the first side to compare the other to Adolf Hitler automatically loses the argument.

We already had this conversation. No.

The levels of stupidity that the Human animal as a collective descends into at times is enough to make a grown man cry. It really is. A prime example follows the “jump”.

Being a President requires balls. The proverbial kind, I mean.

So, as I often do, I went looking around for examples of other peoples’ writings. I do not know quite how I came across this article on Sad Bastard Bar, but I am glad I did. In it, The Bastard, as they call themselves, talks a lot about the buzz that has been going around about the “debate” that U.S. President Barack Obama supposedly lost. Let us leave aside for a moment the fact that a victory obtained by lying so hard that your opponent will have months’ worth of material to hit you over the head with is what the expression Pyrrhic Victory was invented for.

Illusions of life, celebrity, and society, part whatever of millions

As I believe much of the trimmings make clear, I started this journal with one very specific purpose in mind. To add my voice and perspective to the so-called debate about autism civil rights. I say so-called debate because as any person who pays attention to the proper meanings of words can tell you, debate implies something. It implies that there are two (or more) sides to the argument, and both have a certain amount of demonstrable merit.

Neurobigots can all go to hell. I will be happy to send them.

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”.

Vlad Țepeș was an awesome, awesome man

I am going to admit something that a lot of people will do a double-take at: I hate the subject of history. I do not mean hate as in the passionate kind of hate that makes me want to get all Țepeș-ian on history’s little bottom. But when people try to shove the subject of history into my face without regard for the fact that I am only interested in it as it relates to my writing and things I write about, I want to get very Țepeș-ian indeed on the people doing the pushing.

Yes, I am really fukking angry. Your point is…?

Normally, when I receive comments on this journal, I moderate the bulk of them. In act, I would guesstimate that for every comment that has made it into this journal since it was first begun three months and change ago, at least a dozen have either been discarded as unwanted or filtered out as spam. One of the reasons I will delete rather than approve a comment is because the person posting it seems to believe that since I am using this journal to add some of my own point of view to the horrible miasma of bullshit that curebies keep up around autism, they have some kind of right to use my journal as a sounding board for their bullshit.