Congratulations, passives, you make me ashamed to be autistic.

I have written a lot of strong words about “the autistic problem” in this journal, and elsewhere. Words that I am sure have made many people, even fellow Powell types, gasp in shock. So here is another lot that will likely make jawbones hit knees. Today, the passive side of the autistic community, the pleaders and beggars who have no idea how much they hold us back, have done something that Autism Speaks have spent millions of dollars trying to do, and failed.

I grow tired of having to write about the puzzle piece. Here is why.

As the title of this post implies, I honestly have no idea what to make of the fact that I have had to write about this topic yet again. Yes, the time has come to write about that puzzle piece symbol for what seems like the millionth time. People will recall that early in this journal’s history, I wrote several articles concerning the puzzle piece symbol that Autism Speaks (For Ignorant Normies) use in their propaganda. Here is one. Here is another.

What really makes us different? A theoretical musing…

As I have been writing other pieces of fiction about one of my proxy characters, the proxy character of a woman he is in love with, and so forth, I have been doing what all good science fiction authors do. That is, I have been thinking about the message of the stories and how it relates to the world that inspired that message.

So yeah, why all the posts about films and music lately? It is like this…

I will make no secret of this fact. What I choose to write about at any given moment is a highly unpredictable and quirky thing. One day, I might decide I want to write about a film I have just seen and been half blown-away by. The next, I might decide to write about how stupid the powers that be in the film and television industries appear. But here is the thing: I am like a computer up to a point. What comes out of me is a reflection of what is put into me.