Vincent Bugliosi and his writings on the O.J. Simpson murder trial

Even though I was “encouraged” to read in ways that made reading seem more like a laborious chore than something one does for pleasure (a common failing of modern education systems, sadly), sometimes I do enjoy a good read. And Vincent Bugliosi, if nothing else, makes a good author for the most part. He occasionally gets carried away and repeats himself a few too many times for his own good, but that is not exactly a failing in the subject he is writing about.

The shameful-ised autistic identity that the curebies wish to push upon us. Why?

I have two things to tell you before we begin. One, this essay will contain repeated and very precision-intended uses of a derisive word for dark-skinned Americans that they themselves often use to deride other dark-skinned Americans who behave in a manner that they find objectionable. Two, this is necessary for making the point that I ended up circling around in this essay. If you do not like it, the door is in that direction. *makes a pointing motion*