I want to kill you.

I am going to just dispense will all of the pretense for now and say something that has been coming to my mind a lot lately. Normies all over the world of any race, creed, or idiocy, note this well. I want to kill you. All of you. Without fear or favour.

No love of these people

It is said in some circles that if you really want to know a person, you should look at the people they call friends.

A dozen things that a Powell type autistic adult wishes you grokked

I have two very specific and very unhappy memories relating to the time when I was told that the reason I was having so much difficulty in life was because I am autistic. Number one, I was told before the diagnosis and immediate plan was laid out that things would improve from this point. Very specifically, I was told, I might add. So the fact that the Commonwealth Rehabilitation Service worker who made this promise to me has not been severely disciplined for making promises she had no intention of acting or following upon makes me angry.

Forced to accept a lower standard of living compared to one’s parents

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).