A Very Happy Birthday To Jonathan Mitchell

It is a great honor that I must wish a happy 57th birthday to my good friend Jonathan Mitchell. This is a man who has been persecuted by normal people for being autistic, and by autistic people for wanting a cure. Jonathan really deserves better in his life, so it's a shame that he's autistic. He will, however, always have a friend in me. Now let me make this clear: I'm not autistic anymore. Ever since I lost my virginity over a year ago, I have officially become a normal person. This means that I could fully persecute and oppress Jonathan if I wanted to, but I choose not to because unlike any member of neurodiversity I actually care about autistic people and want to see them cured. I mean let's face it: I have a better life than Jonathan does. He is 57 years old, has never had a real girlfriend, and is currently unemployed. I am 20 years old, not a virgin, and am currently enrolled in college. However, I choose to donate my time and be a friend to Jonathan, because he needs one and he needs a cure for his autism. All members of neurodiversity are hideous people because they want autistic people to suffer. Having been autistic myself, I realize that it is a bad disease and needs a cure. It seems as if Jonathan Mitchell is the only other man who sees the truth, and for that I truly commend him. So here you go, Jonathan. Happy 57th birthday. We should celebrate at Winchell's next week.

15 Years Ago Today

It's hard to believe it's been that long since I've been using the toilet. Of course, it should've been much longer, but due to my debilitating autism, I was not toilet-trained until the age of 5, long after anyone should've been. At the age of 5, I figured I'd just be in diapers for life (or "Pull-Ups," as I would call them). This was similar to how at the age of 19, I figured I'd be a virgin for life. I lost that, and it's a good thing I did because if I hadn't I would've committed suicide at the end of 2011. But back to the original point, I was not toilet-trained until the age of 5, due to my mercury-induced autism. Dr. Wakefield proved that autistic people have bowel disease, which makes them unable to toilet-train. He is now being censored by Big Pharma. When I was 5 and not yet potty-trained, I saw a gastroenterologist named Dr. Cynamon (yes, that was really his name), who said that I had no physiological issues, and stated the typical Big Pharma line that autism was neurological, which means he must've been bought out. I used to jump up and down on the bed saying his name all the time, not because I had a preference about him, but because I found it funny that his name was something you put on toast. Although I went to a general-ed preschool, my teachers still found me an enigma and were relieved when I graduated in 1997. The duty to potty-train me fell solely upon them, as my new elementary school would not have accepted me had I still been in diapers. (Ironically, they would expel me 5 years later, for a violent incident involving a knife.) I was forcibly potty-trained, which was the right thing to do, but was still traumatizing nonetheless. Keep in mind that this was less than a year before the Sparky incident, in which I unknowingly rooted for the visiting team and caused myself a great embarrassment. Now imagine if I rooted for the Giants at Dodger Stadium. Uh, yeah. Just ask Bryan Stow. That whole era was a terrible time in my life, and my life still sucks now, despite the fact that I am no longer a virgin. Had I been cured of autism when I was 2 like Jenny McCarthy's son was, I would've had a normal, happy childhood and none of that shit would've ever happened.

Autism Is No Laughing Matter

Apparently, that piss stain Andrew Ackner has now started a blog called "Autism Comedy" in which he mocks and finds humor in autism, which is a serious disease. If one did that with cancer or AIDS, the MSM would go crazy, so why not with autism? In his latest post, he mocks me directly, to the tune of Elvis Presley's "Jailhouse Rock." He also incorrectly implies that I am a virgin (I haven't been one since last year) and that I am homosexual (I have never been). He considers his blog to be a joke, so it should be treated as such. Nobody should take anything on it remotely seriously. Any legitimate news source would know that diseases are not to be mocked, and that the focus on autism should be finding a cure, not finding humor. One on the ND side could make a counterpoint that my blog is a joke as well, but since I got all the LA sports stars to comment on my blog, I'd say it should be taken seriously. Especially Matt Kemp, who has an autistic brother (although I heard he hurt his hamstring again tonight, so that's a tough break). Anyway, Andrew Ackner's "joke" blog is just that, and the only trustworthy news source in the world of autism is Oliver M Canby. Peace.

If You Hate Autism, You Love Autistic People

Nobody in their right mind would love autism. It is a horrendous disease, and would be akin to loving cancer or AIDS. One of the bullshit lines used by neurodiversity is "If you hate autism, you hate autistic people." In actuality, just the opposite is true. If you try to love somebody's autism, you are doing them a disservice by denying them the cure that they deserve. By hating autism, we can work together to eradicate it from this planet and make everyone live a decent and normal life. The reason neurodiversity wants people to remain autistic is because they are sadistic sociopaths who love watching autistic children rot in mental institutions. Nobody in their right mind would want that for an autistic person, or anyone else for that matter. Autism is and always has been a disease, and loving a disease is purely insane. The fact that neurodiversity has borrowed from the gay rights movement only shows what morons they actually are. Autism is not a minority status, it is not a different way of being, it is a disease. To deny someone a cure for a disease is pure torture. They should pass a law that throws parents in jail who explicitly deny their autistic child a cure because they "don't want to change who their child is." Autism needs to be cured, so if you love your autistic child, you would do the right thing and cure him.

You Can Die Of Autism

One of the most common bullshit lines espoused by members of neurodiversity is that autism is not a disease because you can't die of it. Therefore, they argue that autism shouldn't be cured. Like pretty much everything that neurodiversity says, that is a lie. Not only does a disease not necessarily have to be fatal, but there have been numerous cases of people dying because of their autism. There was a boy in Canada who froze to death after he wandered away from his home due to his autism. There was another boy in Georgia who got run over by a car because his autism made him run out into traffic. Even medical deaths can be autism-related. Many autistic people suffer from epileptic seizures which can be fatal. That is how John Travolta's son died. Those with Asperger's syndrome are not exempt either. Many of them suffer clinical depression due to their disease and take their own lives. Burt Bacharach's daughter Nikki took her own life due to Asperger's syndrome. What Neurodiversity does is that they say bullshit, like they wish it was true, and then hope that is magically becomes true. We must put an end to that. Autism is a fatal disease, and it must be eradicate from this earth via a cure.

Has Retardation Entered The Mainstream?

The other day, I came across a cheesy flirt line on the website myYearbook which said, "Are your parents retarded? Cause you damn sure are special!" This made me think about a number of things. First it made me think about how pissed off all the NDs would be, but I don't really give a fuck about that. It also made me think of using the word "special" as a euphemism for "retarded," which was initially intended to soften the blow but has now become equally pejorative. But most importantly, it made me realize how mainstream, and frankly accepted, that mental retardation has become. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said about autism, which is why we must cure it. Whereas retards are seen as "indigo children," autistics and Aspergians are rightly seen as scum of the earth and not worth anybody's dime, which is why a cure must be found pronto. Even now, when a normal person asks me, "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I say that I am mentally retarded instead of autistic or Aspergian, because it is more tolerated and normal people are more likely to understand it. On a side note, I'm well aware that the use of the word "special" in the myYearbook message is actually a double entendre, as the flirty use is positive. But this proves not only the normalization of retardation but that the use of "special" to mean "retarded" as so commonplace that people would automatically understand its use in a double entendre. I wrote a previous post about the word "retard" becoming mainstream, but I guess now the same has happened to retardation as a whole.

Two Years Old!

I can't believe I've been writing this blog for two years now. Where has time gone? A lot has happened since I went online back in 0'10, most notably that I lost my virginity last June. While my life still sucks, I will never give up the fight for a cure for autism. I'm in college now, but that sucks so bad that it's already starting to remind me of my one semester in high school, and those were the worst five months of my life. Each time that Neurodiversity has tried to silence me I have only come back stronger, and I am already starting to emerge victorious. I do plan to drop out of college in June once my semester ends, because I cannot handle college anymore. I have no idea what I'll do after that, but perhaps I'll work in a fast food restaurant. My autism needs to be cured so that I can have a better life. Any member of Neurodiversity who says otherwise is lying to you. Anyway, happy 2nd birthday to me, and I want all curebies to keep on fighting.