Anonymous asked:
Then why haven’t you challenged me?
Oh, that’s right. You’re just the anonymous equivalent, whoring for my attention. Hell, you probably thought you could get an essay-length response from this. Nah. Fys.
Anonymous asked:
Then why haven’t you challenged me?
Oh, that’s right. You’re just the anonymous equivalent, whoring for my attention. Hell, you probably thought you could get an essay-length response from this. Nah. Fys.
Anonymous asked:
I didn’t know Elleste 4 mg (2 twice daily) were consdered “tic-tacs”, Cuntster.
Anyway, let’s not forget the real reason why Cuntster’s IQ is so low:
It’s not because he mistakenly believes his tertiary talisman is of any meaning in skills acquisition which erodes with the rapid neurodegeneration racially determined of his mullato brain anyway.
It’s not because he sabotages my chances to get on courses well ahead of my own rightfully paranoid attempts to rectify them based on cues he himself has given in hinting of these opportunities’ destruction.
It’s not because he believes his Denial of Aggression and Reversal of Victim in Offender with regard to this or, indeed, the Haselgrove debacle, is intellectually convincing; it’s not, and has been argued away with easy many times.It’s because he’s stuck in the childish, infantile, juvenile notion that its basic social functions and two only mastered languages – a low-end Caucasoid one, and a negroid tongue, well, they’re all low-complexity in grammar and vocab, just ask Valberg, define itself as a human being, when it has no post-2-dimensional thinking. I’ve no evidence of it being able to reason verbally beyond using craas rhetoric and inarguably fallacious circulars. I’ve seen no evidence of it being able to extrapolate over prolonged lines unless having the advantage of incongruously kept evidence, or the bluff of its existence it has made up. I’ve seen no evidence, when he has made the appearance of such constructs, that they aren’t just gibberish word-salads of fiction from the imagination of the ultimate pseudo-philosopher. I’ve seen no evidence of a systematizer’s mind-eye, and every evidence of an “empathizer’s” (read: psychopath’s, per the Final Retrospections analysis) Machiavellian snakishness in duplicitiously purloining whatever he pleases in the most backhanded and underhanded ways possible. He certainly isn’t the sub-human con-artist he claims not to be; every aspect of that he accuses of anyone was embodied long before he embarked on his transgender journey, as soon as he angrily demanded to his mother, for attention-seeking purposes, that he get tighty-whiteys for his at-age-3 sexually-precociously-public urges of the most sickening sort. That’s why his entire race should just be shot en-masse, frankly.
[COPYPASTED FROM PM]
I am having another sleepless night, Comrades, of the Kim Jong-il style, in his trademark “solving of problems”.
I potentially face an ambush in the September - December ‘17 period at St. Johns’ hand, possibly placing me in a predicament of a rearrangement of care arrangements to somebody as abusive and horrifyingly torturous as Haselgrove. This places the fate of the Aspergians in a precarious situation, ala the hypothetical question of the North Koreans, “what had the 20th century taught us?”
What will the 21st century teach the Aspergians if their leader was so easily captured, without valour, without the benefit of successful suicidal provisions to protect themselves (already covered), without the benefit of winning the right to write this narrative of our peoples, of our kind, to be delegated fraudulent by somebody whom, for all intents and purposes, is a black, heterosexual male, who had discovered estrogen and antiandrogens not to realise their gender or sexual identity, but just to get a few more 'As’ on their certificates in that pathetically Mugabean overcompensatory style those negroids are all too famous for?
We won’t have an Aspergian century in which the lessons are taught by Cuntster. I’ll ensure that with all of my heart, soul, passion, drive, energy, nervousness, apprehension, and wistful dream to see the future of Aspergians become rapidly brilliant in a course of the time set to consecrate Chac’s dream of independence.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iA-MHnu69ic
Our Perfect Rythm
I had a little fantasy, non-sexual, to myself, of an interprative dance, “BOMB MUYONG” (Dance of the Bomb). It would be an interpretive dance of our successful development of nuclear weapons as we educate a generation and 3 of autistic scientific technicians set either to the music “Our Perfect Rythm”, or the Wangjaesan rendition of “Heung Taryeong” (search 'Billy Zhu 8’ for the latter, the TARYEONG MEDLEY which has it some time before Mong Kum Po Ballad and some time after Mulberry Ballad; search 'Our Perfect Rythm DPRK’ for the former). Aspergian women will dance in formations of the nuclear structures for, in the successive development of nuclear technologies before and after us, Uranium, Plutonium, and Hydrogen, mixed with Korean traditional dancing motifs and Russian progressive choreographies; a 'MONGARAN’ style coined by the Supreme Commander David Chac. Uranium dancing 'act’ or 'phrase’ will have two women carrying the banner “2030NYEON” (year 2030) for the completion of our development of Uranium extraction and processing, Plutonium “2040NYEON”, and Hydrogen “2050NYEON”, with their respective Juche years in brackets (or, we may have our own Juche calendar, Chac calendar, in which years will coincide with Chac 1 = Gregorian 1985 A.D.). It’s a bit slow for nuclear weapon development, but we are slow, so I give due respect to the psychological characteristics of our people unless Flynn effect drastically improves autistic intellect upon independence, in which we may exceed our own expectations.
These will accompany a backdrop of widescreen nuclear bomb attacks on major Rothschildean (London), Transsexual-Imperialist (Edinburgh/Livingston), Builderberg-Morganian (Washington D.C.), and other bases of neurotypical power, including the United Nations, to whom Chac appeals, as we speak, our request for the sequestrartion of territory Greenland from the Danes, seeing as our psychological characteristics roughly coincide with the native Eskimo peoples’ there in terms of mean IQ and IQ profile, meaning we should integrate fine culturally, or at least coincide peacefully, with no prospect of extremist genocide.
This is assuming we gain independence some time in the early 2020s. Aspergia will officially be an absolute monarchy with a Marxist economic system and isolationist policies, most of its agriculture, as explained before, substituted by fishing, and intensive farming on the Baffin Island territory we also request, as well as terraformation of Greenland to make more hospitable cold-weather crops, thereby constituting the Aspergian indigenous diet; like it or lump it, we must survive.
I, for one, love tuna, so it shouldn’t be an issue for me.
Capital “Aspergia city” or “Atpeojanguiui-si” will be completed in the mid-2020s to early-2030s depending on the success or failure of five-year plans, or our need to revert to seven-year plans to account for buffer years to accomodate for our people’s indigenous economic characteristics (“buffer years” are years of stagnant GDP growth where all the checks and balances of the economy in Marxist terms realign with each other so as to prevent bottlenecks; open a Marxist economics textbook and stop reading that Keynesian crap).
It’ll be a city of 500,000 - 1,000,000 capacity of mostly moderate-quality block-housing, interiors of average standard, acceptable by the standards of a population who mostly grew up in working class backgrounds, to our hope. Rudimentary train infrastructure also indigenously developed shall be created which will connected as thoroughfares smaller towns, cities and villages named after revolutionary martyrs; “Sophiya-si”, “Dabid-si”, “Raguna-ri”, “Naet'an-pun”, etc.; industrial belt cities of 50,000 - 200,000 inhabitant capacities each and built on the cheap mostly using concrete and last-generation copper-wiring for the electrics and telephonics.
Our first train model will have a maximum speed of about 70 km/h, realistically, as we won’t have electric power and must rely on steam from coal; Greenland has plenty of unexplored coal reserves. But it’ll be ours, and a design we must be proud of. David and I jointly could probably draw the initial schematics ourselves; we did have an embarassing-to-admit obsession with them in our youths, myself through OpenTTD and himself through literary means.
It’ll be called “Death to the NHS model-1” (NHS-CHUKEUMUI IL; roman characters for the acronym of that health service retained), colloquially just “CHUKEUMEUL” (Deaths) to convey their purpose, that we desire this to be the foundation of our technological heritage through which other developments will follow in a chain of consequence of inventions to destroy transsexual imperialism (cause “death” to it) by nationalistic means.
Given an estimate population with the IQ cut-offs for emigration of about 85, 3,000,000 initially if we are marketing our existence only to the Anglospheric world (as opposed to worldwide population of 20,000,000; most spergs are Chinese as would be expected and they’ll eventually flow in like a stream as they admire the Mongoloid stylings of our culture), and an initial donation by the UN of $2-3 billion USD for initial infrastructural development, this will put our GDPPC starting point at $1,000, the very lowest end of middle-income countries just after the cut-off of heavy impoverishment.
By purchasing power, due to non-existent inflation initially, this will be much higher, probably around $2,500. By world standards, this is a $10-dollar-a-day income and it will be absolutely perfectly subsistent for the majority of our working population. This will come in kind: ration cards, housing, education up to doctorate, free health-care incl. IC gender clinicianship using rudimentary forms of estrogen we synthesize ourselves, etc.
We will, eventually, work out SRS, despite our medical students mostly being permavirgin wizards; I don’t care if this means last-generation techniques, it’s better than nothing. The visuospatial skill and dexterity of some of the spergs at least should accomodate for a specialization of this sort easily. We will be NHS-spurned transsexual and other healthcare system spurned transsexual Aspergian capital of the world for one thing.
As custom, we renege on our former national citizenships whether that is recognized by their respective countries or not. This means, for example, Christopher Gillon does not exist in Aspergia, David Chac does not exist in Aspergia, and so forth, to the respective success of ending those citizenships in their respective legales.
We will all adopt Korean names and titles; our language, a bastardized form of Korean with adopted Inuit linguicisms absorbed from the surrounding culture and our own neologisms creoled between English and this new Aspergian-Korean/Aspergian-Inuit for technologies hard to translate within the confines of these languages and/or out of laziness. (And I mean, Korean is the epitome of linguistic laziness; remember, I said 46 of their prepositions are 'ui’).
Chosongul alphabet will be adopted and Hanja banned as is already customary in DPRK. We may become de-facto colony of North Korea for defensive reasons. The Aspergian flag will thus be the North Korean tri-colour of revolutionary star in ¼ on the top-left, with the rest, the hypermale sigil in usual chromo-schematic motifs.
We may become a colony of China if that proves to become problematic with regime deposition of Kim Jong-un. Nevertheless, we would retain our linguistic customs and then simply become a SAR ala Hong Kong on a lease lasting virtually indefinitely.
English will 1) be known by our first generation of emigres anyway, and 2) taught widely as a second language in the schooling system for economic and familial-integration purposes, to more easily convey orally the traditions of abuses sustained by Aspergians in the west, although plenty of those works will be translated in our adopted language, starting with 'Final Retrospections’ and 'The Wisdom of Autphag’. So it won’t be an issue if you are too lazy to learn the lingua-de-jure; we will retain the lingua-franca.
French, German, the Nordic family languages, Polish, maybe Russian (Chac and I aren’t clear yet) etc. will be banned as neurofeminine languages. Dialects of Kenyan may be taught in intelligence operation schools for the obvious reason of getting dirt on Cuntster’s extended family.
Our special operations will be 'mzungas’ in no time.
Education system will focus primarily on three things: 1. imparting Aspergian traditional decorum, custom, and philosophy; 2. imparting philosophy in a more pure sense generally versus the rote-curricula of the West where examination will be by yangban style, pass/fail, ungraded but invigilated by “whether we like your style or not”, to be judged by old hands in the philosophies; 3. a more objective and criteria-based science and mathematics curriculum more in accordance with the West, sped-up so that, e.g., Adv. Higher level Physics are taught by age 14, not 18-22 as is customary in the Occident. This is to accomodate for the ease of Aspergian intellectual boredom on an obsession subject at being taken too slowly a pace, although, for this reason too, those pre-selected for the STEM programmes will be identified of their obsessions at youth to ensure they’ve what Cuntster calls “staying power”. This idea of Chac’s is known as “processionalism”. Primarily, due to this, subjects will gender-segregate themselves; males will mostly take STEMs, females the philosophies, and transgender-confused the traditional arts and customs ala Kim Jong-chul.
We will abstain from international markers arguing they are irrelevant to our culture; STEM is a means-to-an-end of developing nuclear technology only, not to compete internationally.
At age 18 this will all culminate in an exam, ironically, called the “ROTE-MEMORANDA” with all these 3 segments; tutoring to start after main-schooling ceases at 16. Crammed will be all the subjects departing from the processional manner of monotrough focus of their youths. There will be no school breaks and extended school hours; many schools may be residentialized for the purpose of encouraging shared social experience requisite for staying power and the morale for discipline. This is not common even in the DPRK, and a unique format of the Aspergian system.
ROTE-MEMORANDA will have 3 grade bands: Chac-band highest, Sophiya-band moderate, Raguna-band 'bare pass’, Cuntster/“Morgan”-band 'almost pass, resit’ (which will over time develop pejorative connotations to dunce students), “Introman” being the band for failure. These will be set at grade-bands >80%, >60%, >45%, and >35% respectively. The grades will be weighted most heavily not on STEM-section; if you did well in that in lower-secondary youy will guaranteeably get a place in a military training college, it’ll be on the philosophies if one wishes to attend a University of prestige, of which there will be 3:
David Chac University, a Political-Science focused University.
Sophiya University, an “esoteric Oriental philosophies” (read: Juche-Songun) focused University, with a small faculty for “gendered science” and another for “racial science”.
Cde. Nathaniel University, the generic third-tier toilet for everything else (although we will place the Diplomatics faculty here), but a Uni nevertheless. It will be very much like an American-style liberal arts institute.
Where you’re placed depends wholly on how one does on ROTE MEMORANDA, highest bands getting first pick of uppermost Uni, the moderate bands the second ranking down, the bare passes sent to CNU. Morganites will also be considered if there are mitigating circumstances such as class impoverishment or whatever.
But, that is not to say someone who gets the David-band can’t go to the liberal arts institute for Diplomatics; those will have higher entrance requirements anyway.
And of course, for those who fuck up, there will be olden-style correspondence-by-mail courses. We’re not Cuntster, nor are we the illusory SQA; learning will be for life, at your own pace. Degrees down from Bachelor up to doctorate will have infinite completion time allowances, career students are actually encouraged.
They will receive moderate stipends, between a retiree and a veteran dischargee of the army; the bands will be specified in terms of ration, housing, etc.
Homosexuality is officially illegal unless diagnosed officially “ego-dystonic homosexuality” by psychiatric doctor to ensure the person has moral capacity to consent to immoral sexual activity, know their inherent wrongdoing and are repentant for it.
In Aspergian psychiatry there will exist a diagnosis “ego-dystonic transsexuality” or “Sophie’s syndrome”. Same rationale. There will be no arrests for “female impersonation” if one presents a gender contrariety to their birth and not baring this diagnosis; it’ll simply be flagged to psychiatric professionals and treated ongoingly. Christine Weston Chandler, for exmple, will be embraced with warm arms by us, so long as she adhered to womanhood in our national style, our regal style, and the attitudes of our conservative, traditional decorum.
“Progressive but stern and regulated carefully”, in the ultimate analysis. This, the hodge-podge, hypocritical, diagnosis-tiered, neurogendered-privileged birthrite systems of the West are not.
Whether neurotypical or Aspergian, LGBT-policy – the acronym will be banned and all such maladies simply referred to as “sexual aberrances” – will be applied equally before law and medicine. Study on such subjects is banned by Western institutes, with our own in charge of the new “sexual aberrance research” of the Final Retrospections style by psychiatric professionals most likely trained at the two lowest-ranking Universities.
We will be considered a world power, either in nuclear science down the line, or, in the immediate, the reinvention of the philosophy of human rights in terms of the Juche independences per our aberrosexuality policies, world-class by every standard.
Anonymous asked:
You never needed transitioned, Amber. You’re not even a homosexual. You’re a by-choice little boy who wanted to play with other little boys in a consciously sicckening manner, and you would’ve been rejected under the old Sexual Issues Clinic system.
Down with Gender Identity Clinicianship, down with post-Greenian “trans-legitimism”.
Really interesting contextual history I’m sure even Cuntster can verify the factuality of:
Homosexuality’s decriminalization in England had no remit in the other constituencies until much later. Only ahead of Northern Ireland, homosexuality wasn’t officially decriminalized in Scotland until about 1992, I think, a year after I was born; it wasn’t possible to officially legally change sex even post-SRS until a year before or a year after, I’ve forgotten, because again, an Act of Parliament wasn’t given territorial extent beyond England, allowing Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales to arbitrarily decide on LGBT matters on their own. Incompetence? Negligence of a deliberate sort? We’ll never know; both the husband of the post-operative transsexual April and “her"self are now dead, so the ins-and-outs of cases precedent to laws regulating gender identity, female-impersonation, and so forth will remain somewhat of a mystery buried in their graves and I’m supre as hell not trusting Wikipedia’s analysis – my own skills in this regard have already exceeded theirs.
An LGBT community in Scotland thus didn’t really exist as such until ‘89-'92; prior to then, it was disparate, deservingly GRIDS-ridden, and confined to places better fitting for little Ambers, the gutters, the beggars of Princes Street, the projects of the Gorbals, on train-lines waiting to die whilst the mascara-laden tears of a male-faced hon was waiting to off himself. Yes, for some, unlike Amber, these are tragic histories.
Amber never had to face that for even a second. We thus, need lend no sympathy towards him, even though he continuously demands it for being a young transitioner and of the blood of bourgeois Gods in the Ko Pong style which had accurately portrayed aristocratic narcissism.
Transsexualism was actually the first proposal – Melanie’s pilfering of the dispensary was not illegal; it was an informal agreement between the establishment and Melanie herself as she had basically anointed herself Scotland’s first legally-recognized transsexual after graduating with her generalized psychiatry PhD. in the late-1980s – by none other than Melanie, to solve the homosexual problem; Stephen Greene’s consensus was clear at the time, the two were not only synonymous – although I still grant some latent bisexual traits be requisite – but the cure to schizophrenogenic autogynephilia. I hold steadfastly to the power of SRS to cure female embodiment fantasies required for a transsexual to even survive within their entrapped predicament.
I’m a very, very textbook case. The problem is that the current textbook for autistic transsexualism has covered children, and individuals of Stiles’ IQ level ("child like individuals”). For later transitioners of average intellect (myself, arguably Christine barely), the research is comparatively non-existent and thus presumed 'illegitimate’ on the basis of ad culo arguments. This has nothing to do with 'rezsons’. If these genes are discovered, I probably will have at least a few. But let’s speak honestly; Amber wouldn’t resist manipulating the results, would he?
Autogynephilia is a form of female embodiment fantasy. It is used to cope with the entrapment sexually within a homosexual, who is the pre-transsexual, and hence the term homosexual transsexual, femininely essential notions of sexuality, emotion, and to a lesser common extent, intellect (I’m that very unusual former Kanner autistic with a curiously high verbal IQ hence my rediagnosis, but it could all be bullshit, so I wave my hand proudly to the 'intellectually feminine’ claim). It is not a sexual motivation, which is where Blanchard went wrong; sexualization of motivation is rather a self-vilification technique to get them to “snap out of it”, this way, allowing the transsexual to rationalize themselves as fake. This pseudo-definition of autogynephilia is actually a cop-out: you must be fake if you want to be fake. The illegitimate desires of child-minded people like Robert should never be the consideration in the first instance, but the complex emotional, intellectual and characteristic needs of cases such as myself.
Natalie Sharpe/Robert Wayne Stiles has 24 hours to write a counter-essay in argument of all these points, without the assistance of Cuntster. If he manages, I’ll detransition. If he fails, and I’m going by the neo-Confucian yangban examination standard of satisfaction, not the western one of grading criteria, Sophie’s here to stay. :)
Expect a repost on tumblr when I can be bothered.
In that time, I learn the most shocking thing: somebody had acquired SRS who should frankly be intellectually incapable of receiving it by differentially diagnostic exclusive criteria.
Cuntster was the one who had made the announcement with his usual gaslighting shtick.
His inability to convince me of the absence of these emotional needs aside, I’ve written a parting exposition to that group today regarding how they even conspoired to sabotage my college entrance, but ultimately, with a context critical not of psychiatry, but psychiatry’s politically contextual use (NobleGreyHorse then ignorantly rambled on about Scientology as if they’re going to save any Aspergians in the upcoming Transsexual Imperium):
: All I really care about is that he chose someone of blood which will spare me of the worst-case scenario fate for when I really need to leave Scotland in the upcoming transsexual imperialist-induced Asperger genocide in the future.
Low-mid caste status under leadership of my brother down the line is a fine staying scenario for me. It’s the best choice I could’ve made whilst I discuss with Lennihan this Friday rehab. No, I’m serious; I want to go to rehab (so basically the anti-Winehouse; well, she was a real Jew, lol) and I want it to work, I want my reliance on opiates to stop and I want to be able to stay off them long-term either with the assistance of opiate-substitutes with a view to coming off them all altogether in a tapered fashion as should’ve been the case all along.
I need to contact my SW to see if he has obtained the original copy of my SQA certificate yet from the college which I left having forgotten to pick it up after they’d photocopied it (they didn’t make their cues clear in the interview process; that, as far as I’m concerned, was purposeful until recovery of this materialises). If he has, I can look to January options after having recovered in rehab, or, if that takes longer, next year options; same course, same level. I want, as an ideal, a hum-drum, office-going life, uncaring of how that pays – if it’s barely the living wage, well, emphasis on living. A single person regardless of sex can live comfortably off about £14,000 a year. Whatever you have to say about work-shops to be condescending or whatever, surely you should be able to foresee that in my abilities post-recovery.
We’ll never meet eye-to-eye on this gender stuff. Let’s make that clear. I’m presenting as female as we speak, however “poorly”. This isn’t about sexual gratification or blahblahblah with this recent spurning by someone I misinterpreted had romantic interest for me, I’ve kind of meekly rescinded into quasi-asexualism-by-choice/celibacy, not because I don’t have romantic desires, but in acknowledgement of my compete relationship exceptionalism. I’m self-aware of that much.
I wasn’t out to get cock. Being female was an emotional need, regardless if you believe it or not.
Being remotely close to where my sister already was in her early-20s; moderately well-paying admin work subsidiary to a human resource’s department but still in supervisorial role of call-centre staff – I can communicate quickly, bark commands, co-ordinate myself under-pressure, and think fast on my feet when stabilized but nevertheless pressured, if that makes sense, having managed cults on Skype being my closest informal experience but nevertheless imparting very useful skills in that area, would be nice. The tertiary talisman I seek in particular is a 2-year Business degree. Maybe that’ll become a 4-year far down the line, part-time.
It’s not my intellectual incapaciousness that ever let me down contrary to Cuntster’s ramblings. He was on the money with the emotional instability things and why that could be a red flag with respect to admissions. The main problem was that autism-centric support was condescending and frankly disrespective of my new identitarian needs. Autism being a poison to my identity is most certainly a viable maxim; it’s an excuse bordering on ludicrous not only for my mother to keep pressuring me to stay on benefits for her own sake, but for Cuntster to patronize me with this garbage about ‘tard-wrangling work-shops? I don’t even think Mel’s IQ estimate would have me performing that work, to be honest. That is the stuff of Down syndromic people and severe schizophrenics who, content with their executively dysfunctional state, understandably want to occupy their time, but completely inappropriate in my functional predicament, which is objectively a bit higher; mid-road between that and a neurotypical on a social level given the right conditions and accomodations.
I just need to stop making stupid, random relationships, like with prison gangsters, or with random junkies at bus-stops, and exercise better judgement. How I move on from there is indeterminate and difficult, but I know I won’t be applying to the same college twice; Cuntster has made it implicitly clear they’re ex-NHS and are employed there now, and explicitly so with the conversations I overheard.
Besides, with Beth Brownlee’s condescending attitude towards neurological hypermales, a discrimination case should be launched against them regardless of my attendance or not, and will be pursued courtesy of my legal contact. That truly is toxic to your college’s environment.
Your Business department would benefit from an increased number of autists in attendance for a number of reasons I could cite but deep down, you know them all; you know the studies of female inefficiencies and failures in their integration into the work place; you know how the neurological female at its near-extremes is toxic enough, let alone to when it gets so close to mental illness that you’re the inevitable result, @Cuntster.
Indeed, since gender dysphoria is one anyway, perhaps an employment tribunal should be launched against you, for, if I remember correctly, you had tried, in your pursuit of a PhD., to get medically licensed, but were too unstable and so pre-emptively disbarred. Wise move on the end of the General Medical Council.
Your abuse of sodium valproate has done nothing to change that, as demonstrated in your sadistic trolling callousness here, and your bribing of medical professionals in Britain to support the transsexualism diagnosis and SRS of a testable mental exceptional individual overseas for recommendation purposes (Dr. Haselgrove was one of the psychiatrists involved in Robert Wayne Stiles’ SRS recommendations, apparently motivated entirely by spite).
The internationalism of psychiatry, a Trotskyist influenced strand of thought owing to the work of the Frankfurt school leftists in the first instance, where catecholamine alchemy is used to lineraize and psychopathize the thought processess of otherwise creatively independent beings (see: North Korea in its natural state, where the only antidepressant is codeine and the only cure for schizophrenia is methamphetamine), shows itself in the permission of a verifiable exceptional individual to become transsexual entirely out of spite, whilst denying their intellectual superior of the same conditional predicament (and that’s not a claim of graniodisty: verifiably, where Natalie is on the IQ bell curve, nearly everybody around her is smarter than her and as such he should’ve never been allowed to make the decision, let alone undertake it; I’m pretty mediocre, and that’s probably the best thing going for me in support of proving my stability for transsexualism-ascension reasons) for similarly emotionally fickle reasons unbefitting of the supposedly objective spirit of a “science” psychiatry feigns to be, but fails to embody.
Being nice, being superficially appeasing to the sensitivities of psychiatrists, being of a personality type that’s likeable, are not objective criterion of psychiatric disorders, but human vulnerabilities in the stupidity of its nature Haselgrove, despite his/her (I’m still unsure tbh; I’m stuck between “masculine cisgender female” and “cryptic-intersex MAAB for a long time”, but either is condescending enough) supposed superior intelligence, fell folly to in the final analysis of its endorsement of Natalie Sharp’s transition to spite the Cde. and General Sopiya Jangeun, showing psychiatry not to be science so much as pseudoscience in its politically charged nature of use.
Indeed, when we see Lennihan verifiably speak of his confidence in persuading either the college in question, or, as he put it, “a college”, to grant me entrance to a course, either now or down the line, we see psychiatry’s use in a more political than objectively academic, analytical, or scientific purpose; all the more so for the impetuous actions of Haselgrove, who had sought to use its agent Cuntster, whether that is himself, or an intermediary, to try and deconstruct my ego to nothing in what is nothing short of psychopathically backwards sadism which makes the North Korean 49s look enlightened by comparison.
Conclusively, this has been a certain adventure in the exploration of the psychiatric lobby’s use of individuals to wield political influence in the destruction of “undesirables” in very specifically targeted ways that could be evidenced by strong circumstantial evidence in all cases; the sudden “disappearance” of my record being one of them when my SW either fails to recover it, or MySQA comes back online to show, incorrectly, that I left school with nothing. That will have been a mixture of Fareal and Cuntster’s work; it would reveal that their purpose was not to stabilize, help, reason, or whatever with myself, but purely in a long-haul sabotage to destroy, life-ruin, and everything suspected of every self-serving hypocrisy I could accuse psychiatry of engaging in, and evidentiary of psychiatry as a tool of hypocritical self-servitude, for that matter. That’s whether Cuntster has tried to appeal to Haselgrove intermediarily, or, has acted in split-differentiated/disassociative fashion, or, used other means in the chain of command to otherwise sabotage my life.
“Chukjibop” may well be a metaphor, but it encapsulates perfectly the stupendous efforts of the NHS to destroy the offspring of a paedophile simply because of the primary school logic of “ah dinnae like him that much naww”; a primitive, Scotland-bastardized version of Songbun. I was made to be representative of my father’s misdemeanours on numerous occasions and denied attribution of my remorse in an emulation of the emotional torture sustained by the National Socialist Prisoner of War Hoess during his incarceration in the British political prison system.
However, “chukjibop” may also literally encapsulate the spirit of the speed and the ardour with which an Aspergian must do things in the future in order to prevent all and any forms of neurotypical sabotage and be weary of their trust of them, using the destruction of my person at every level of my existence, even staging a junkie to meet at a bus stop to appeal to my addictions on an emotional level (I wouldn’t be surprised if that was Cuntster’s staging), as an example of why neurotypicals must be regarded untrustworthy by Aspergians and approached on wearily, diplomatically precautious and “ten-foot-pole” terms; they are not friendlies, but are inimical to you when their psychopathic masks slip from not appeasing their emotionally faux-sensitive pseudo-vulnerabilities of untempered rage, vengeance, aggression, negroidality, and other primitive emotions only attributable to neurotypical psychopaths, for which it is all they are capable.
It is only Monday, and I ultimately have until Friday to go; I’ll be semi-active in this PM, but would prefer if KiwiFarms contact went strictly off limits, as articles, particularly in admonishment of how Natalie has unethically been given surgical procedures beyond his intellectual ability to comprehend, and how the diplomatic discussions between myself, LagoonaBlue, and ash_and_stone were misrepresented by Cuntster, need to be composed, edited, and accordingly published by ASMG members of staff; the active ones are 1 editor, as the rest cannot presently be reached by myself due to managerial duress and overload.
Even autistic self-run concerns need their own accomodations, y'know. I’m not that delusional of my “powers” or abilities.
Consider my analysis of the way Cuntster has manipulatively tried to throw the burdensome onus on me for sabotages he himself had planned and expected me ton combat in chasing for random, at-best-insinuated happenstances like a headless chicken, whether that be the implicit threats on the Farms in collusion with others, or the explicit boasts between himself, Atesh and Brownlee, whether that was in misrepresentation of my politics to portray me incorrectly as too “extreme” for the college environment, or colluding with Brownless to retroactively manipulate past records to include more extreme incidents in-class than had ever occurred in previous iterations of the course. Brady is innocent, of course, far too overworked to have a clue of the conspiracy going on.
This shall be copied directly to her, solely for her contemplative benefit, and also to see if she can figure out who Cuntster is and fire him (c'mon, a 6'7’’, moderately tanned, post-operative transsexual with idiosyncratic racial features can’t be that hard to spot), accordingly.
– myself, PM sent yesterday, some time late last night
In closing, too, because they had, as we say in the transsexual community, “ascended” somebody with diagnosed mental insufficiency/intellectual disability:
Robert Wayne Stiles is an ethics case. Failing to score above the intellectual disability threshold on an IQ test at any stage in life – something I can proudly say I’ve never done even on my worst mark-downs – is exclusion criteria for surgery, where-ever you are and whatever money you bribe.
It demands investigation.
To which end I pledged writing to various editorial councils about it. SRS is irreversible, but the minimal punishment for him should be group home incarceration, and the minimal punishment for those who had written his recommendations with his worst interests at heart should be disbarring from respective medical councils.
Anonymous asked:
More than you’ll ever be anyway, if you’re Cuntster.
Anonymous asked:
I’ve seen zilch proof of that yet!
Anonymous asked:
I applied for various ones until my late teens when I gave up; it became increasingly clear that the Asperger diagnosis is essneitally Songbun taint exclusive from all employment, forever. Don’t act like it isn’t. Ask yourself this: you work in Human Resources. You see a nicely presented man – dapper with suit and all – with 6 S-Grades, 3 Highers and a recently acquired NC in Business before you at the interview desk. There’s one problem: he discloses to you he has Asperger’s and you’ve read all these horror stories about them being chair-throwers or table-smashers or you’ve experienced a shit one you’ve just recently fired.
That’s an inevitable shit-listing.