November 1, 2008

Autism United vs. Denis Leary!

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A few minutes ago, I headed over to Autism United after reading a post in yesterday’s online version of the Los Angeles Times where a spokesman for them, Mark Anthony Ramirez, was mentioned.

I don’t know what possessed me to keep scrolling on the main page, but I nearly had a heart attack when I got to this headline!

Autism United Publishes Denis Leary’s Autism Chapter online to let the Public Decide if His Comments were taken out of context

Yes, your read that correctly!  The ENTIRE chapter has been published online.

Is it legal to do so?  Apparently.

Here’s an excerpt (language included):

CHAPTER 6 AUTISM SHMAUTISM

In my day self-esteem came from actual performance and a clear understanding of your place in the world. The facts were laid out almost from the get-go-if you wanted to be a model and you were a girl you had to be tall and thin. If you wanted to play baseball there was no god dam wiffle ball or a special “soft” pretend, fakey baseball set up on top of a standing tee­– you had to learn how to hit an actual pitched HARD baseball. Which sometimes would hit you in the face if you didn’t get out of the way fast enough. Which would break your face. Which would hurt like hell. If you wanted to be in a rock band you had to learn how to sing and actually play an instrument. While on drugs. Lots of drugs. If you were ugly then you were ugly and there was very little hope you were going to change the way you looked unless the baseball that crushed your face rearranged the bones and let you come out the other end looking like George Fucking Clooney. These were the cold, hard facts of life and your parents were in charge of supplying you with every single one of them.

There is a huge boom in autism right now because inattentive mothers and competitive dads want an explanation for why their dumbass kids can’t compete academically so they throw money into the happy laps of shrinks and psychotherapists to get back diagnoses that help explain away the deficiencies of their junior morons. I don’t give a shit what these crackerjack whackjobs tell you—yer kid is NOT autistic. He’s just stupid. Or lazy. Or both.

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After you’ve finished reading this chapter, please come back and share your thoughts.  I want to know whether or not you think his words were taken out of context.

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