No, I am not happy or well. Thank you for not asking.

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.

So I consider “Autistic Australian” to be a contradiction in terms. Let us take a look at why.

So on occasions prior to this writing, I have spoken of the world of difference between being autistic, and having skin cancer or diabetes. Or both, if you happen to be in the situation I am in. Maybe the higher spirits of Queensland were watching me when I posted that, because yesterday morning, I got a very unpleasant surprise concerning the skin cancer that is in my face.