In a recent comment on someone else’s post, I wrote something about curebies that they will scream at, call slander, or the like. But it is probably the most awesomely true thing that I or anyone else has written about them. The entirety of the case that they put forth in order to support the idea that I and other autistic people should be strapped into chairs and have the autistic-ness sucked out of our brains without regard to, well, fact, rests entirely on straw men. Continue Reading
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Whilst going through links on the Autism Blogs Directory, I went back to the Radical Neurodivergence Speaking journal once again. You sort of have to be in the right mood for this particular journal, because as I have said on my small page of links to things I think people should look at, that author frequently looks at where I am at in terms of asserting my rights, and picks up the pace from there. (Metaphorically speaking, I mean. I am not even convinced that he reads my work.) Continue Reading
I will make no bones for, or apologies about, this: I quite enjoy reading the work of the late Steve Kangas, one of the first and best people to ask a question that the ruling elite seem to be very uncomfortable with. Specifically, why our world has turned into such a rotten, stinking mess over the past thirty years (or nineteen to twenty-four at the time he was murdered). Continue Reading
We are all of us communicative creatures. Even the smallest, lowliest of other species on the planet we inhabit communicate with one another and attempt to communicate with us in varying ways. Indeed, about some species such as the bear, scientists even say that it is a matter of when, not if, they learn to communicate with our species in a manner that we can make sense of. That is a pretty sobering thought when you stop to consider that abstract and nuanced speech happens to be one of the few things that differentiate us from other species on this planet. But with that advantage also comes a heavy burden. As our language is the means by which we learn and teach others about our world, it means that our use of language and other communications can be one of the most effective means to control the minds of others. And as the saying goes, if you control man’s mind, you control man. Continue Reading
Even as I continue to write more of this asinine shit in this journal, I am often asked by others who have received samples of my storytelling how I go about creating characters. When I wrote the first of these articles, I did not really have much of a clear idea in my mind concerning where I wanted to go or what I wanted to achieve. I still do not, but I figure that if I give it another try, I might share something worth telling the readers out there.
Everywhere you go, and no matter what you do, you will constantly run across advertising or drama in various media proclaiming how beautiful and wonderful life is. About two-thirds of the way through The Godfather, when Vito dies of a heart attack, he is heard to say that life is beautiful. Note that in this instance, I am referring to what goes on in the novel.
I forget the context and time in which I heard these words come from the mouth of the father of one of my ~friends from the neighborhood. But they have stuck in my head despite the fact that I have not seen either the ~friend or his father in somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty years. The manner in which this man enunciated those words, a manner that let everyone within earshot know he was very serious about it, is something I will remember for the rest of my life. (If you are reading this, your family name happens to be Spencer, and you lived on Darling Street during the 1980s and 1990s, please send me a message through here. I would love to hear from you.)
I Still Find It So Hard... 