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See where I am going with this yet, normies? Continue Reading
I have a confession to make. I used to try to reduce my blood sugar as much as I possibly could before going to sleep in order to make it vaguely possible for me to even sleep. Ever sat up for hours at night with a feeling like your mouth is filled with vomit and the skin around your lips has become encrusted shit? That is basically the feeling I get when I lie in bed at night with a blood sugar even slightly to the North of 10.0 mmol/l. Continue Reading
July is an odd part of the year from my perspective. My mother was born in the last week of it, and I was diagnosed with diabetes exactly thirty years to that day. I have already resolved that if my dream of being in the Human trials for a cure for diabetes comes true, I will ask them to do that procedure on my mother’s birthday. She will “get it”. Continue Reading
Well, I guess things have improved somewhat since I was in my twenties, since the outrage directed at Joe Scarborough prompted him to make what he regards as an apology. But for the many terrified autistic Children Of The ’80s and Powell types who are already afraid to even talk to people because of his original spew of rubbish, this would not even be good enough if it were a sincere apology. Continue Reading
One of the films that I have a sort of love-hate relationship with is the Bill Murray-starring black comedy Groundhog Day. I will not go into what that film is about, except to say that on the first occasion when Murray‘s character gets an awfully heightened sense of deja vu, he is asked by his producer if he is drunk. His response is, and I quote, “Drunk’s more fun than this”. Continue Reading
I have made a lot of angry, spiteful, and even violent remarks concerning what I see as unjust behaviour on the part of others. That is true. Like, for example, when London police saw fit to force a severely disabled boy who, according to the article, has a mental age of five into handcuffs and leg restraints. As one woman who commented on a Fudgebook link put it, she would really like to hurt people who hurt children and “special needs children”. She asked if this was possibly “mother instincts”, but I disagree. I think this is what I call “decent Human being instincts”. And really, if a police officer things it is somehow warranted to hurt a child in this manner, I suspect perhaps they need to consider another career. Shovelling fish guts, for example. Continue Reading
Now, people out there know full well that I have no kind words to say about the online fad called Fudgebook. But in order to get my voice heard and fight the good fight against normalist tyranny, I must unfortunately make some use of it. One of the persons whom I have in my “friends” list has posted an image that I could not help asking about. Continue Reading
I Still Find It So Hard... 