May 23rd 2017

"Autistic" does not equal "stupid". in Misanthropic Rants.

•  May 23, 2017, 5:31 p.m.
 
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One in 68 - 100 people, depending on what statistic you prefer, is autistic. Digest that a minute. That means that, if you know more than a hundred people, at least one of them is very probably on the spectrum; and they may not even know it. An awful lot of us are being diagnosed later in life, as Asperger’s becomes increasingly better recognized.

Autism doesn’t mean you’re stupid. Intellectual impairment is a separate, sometimes comorbid, thing. And this idea that the word “autistic” is an acceptable slur has to die. Say it in front of me, in real life, and I’ll tear you down faster than you can blink.

I take no shit. I give no quarter. I have no patience.

I originally started reading and posting in Asperger’s communities online because I wanted to understand who I am, in relation to Autism Spectrum Disorder. How much is me, and how much is Aspergers.

And now I know. Most aspies are compassionate to a fault, taking sh!@ by the wheelbarrows full. - I’ll throw it all right back on the a$$hole that brought it, and beat the sh!@ out of him with the f!@#ing wheelbarrow.

When everyone else is being self depricating, forgiving their abusers, speaking politely to the trolls, and laughing at jokes made at their expense, I’m telling these pieces of sh!@ to go back to their own subreddits, and calling them the douchebags and asshats and sleaze bags that they are;  because that’s what they deserve. - Because I’ve been abused. I’ve been hurt. I’ve been abandoned, and homeless, and cold, and hungry, and misled, and lied to, and told off by the people I was supposed to be able to depend on; and fired, over and over. I’ve been without power, and water, and decent food. - And what did it do to me?

I have antisocial traits now, that’s what. My therapist told me to make sure that I tell any other mental health professionals that I see about what I’ve been through, so they don’t immediately diagnose me with Antisocial Personality Disorder. - I still laugh about that. She keeps trying to reassure me that I’m a “good person”, and I keep telling her about all of the people I’d like to kill, and why. - I think she wants me to see myself as “good” so it will influence my perspective on life. - Except that quote-unquote “good” people have nearly killed me, so why in the hell would I want to be one of them?

If Jesus Christ appeared at my front door, offering me direct passage to Heaven, I’d kick him squarely in his hairy, Jewish nuts. If Judeo Abrahamic religion were real, I’d be a Satanist, hands down. The Devil would find a lot of use for me, I’m sure. Make me a proper demon, and I’d be the happiest camper in Hell. Gimme a goddamned pitchfork and point me at somebody; preferably my relatives, but any religious person or republican would do.

No, you can’t be a sociopath and have autism. But if you’re kicked around enough, you can get pretty f!@ing close. I can’t read people well enough to be manipulative; but a “pattern for the disregard of others”? F!@# yeah. I care about the opinions and feelings of people who care about my opinions and feelings. And there are very few of those. - And all of the assholes who’ve claimed to care about me, and then voted GOP, or defended someone who did; they’re even worse.

I go through life perpetually looking for a fight, because I’ve had to constantly expect one for so long.

I watch the videos on r/watchpeopledie and laugh. I just cannot get enough of seeing idiots hit by cars, or shot, or smashed, or electrocuted. Yes, even kids. Because kids pick on other kids, and grow up to be assholes, just like the rest of the vast majority of humanity.

I’ve often said that I keep hoping for a global pandemic to decimate the human species; and everybody always thinks I’m joking. - But I’m not. The vast majority of the human species serves no purpose in even existing. They say they care about the environment, but they keep having kids, and driving cars, and buying food from Monsanto, and just spewing empty words. They pray to their imaginary gods, and buy lottery tickets; hoping for an afterlife or a jackpot to solve all of their problems, because actually fixing anything is just too hard. And the whole planet is dying, and wars over religion and oil rage, and nobody does anything.

I love animals. All life except for parasites; of which my own species is one. We’re even worse than tape worms, because we’re killing everything, including each other.

I vote we stop screwing around and just finish it already. Give all of the Arab countries, and Isreal, and North Korea, all of the weapons they can stand; and let them have at it. Nature would recover, eventually; but with any luck, we wouldn’t.

You want world peace and an end to environmental pollution? Get rid of the people. Simple. It would also end every other man made misery that there is. We, as a species, are the most destructive force in the world.

The only thing that stops me from being a serial killer is a lack of faith in my own ability to avoid getting caught. That’s it. I’m too scrawny to overower anyone, and too flaky to mastermind a bombing; and I have too many goals to knowingly set myself up for prison. Too many misanthropic paintings to finish before I’m dead, since that’s the best that I can do.

New sticker and shirt plan: “Autistic and probably smarter than you”.

This idea that autism=retarded has to die a firey death. And the only way it’s going to happen is if we stand up for ourselves. And I have the advantage, because I honestly don’t care what anyone thinks.