Grocery Store Hell

I hate grocery stores. They are a nightmare of noise, narrow aisles, and ungodly bright over head lights. They turn my brain into chowder. I am smart, but grocery stores turn me into jelly. If there is a hell for people with sensory issues, it surely contains a grocery store without an exit.

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Autism Stereotypes on Screen 

Great. Another autistic character that is an idiot-savant. Sitcoms are based on outrageous stereotypes. But dramas have a chance to be more. When it comes to a character that has autism spectrum disorder, they are portrayed as a genius that has no social intelligence. The show The Good Doctor is just another idiot-savant. The movie Rain Man gave us this archetype. Here is a suggestion. How about hiring someone with ASD to do the role? That’s right, people with autism spend all day acting to fit in. People with ASD are not a bunch of geniuses that have no skills in interpersonal relationships. It may be a struggle, but it doesn’t define the community. Autism is complicated. That deserves to be given credence. I know how to write characters. When I write a fictional character, I want them to seem real, so I do research. Sitcoms are lazy. The characters are usually stereotypes. Dramas have a duty to be serious. Autism is serious and the community that lives with it deserves to be more than a Rain Man. 

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Steve Bannon (Interview)

The Charlie Rose interview with Steve Bannon was revealing. He was portrayed as some evil genius that pulled the strings of Trump. That portrayal was wrong. He is not evil. He’s not a genius, but he’s intelligent. He helped Trump with grass roots. It’s like rough and tumble tea party politics. He didn’t use the president as a puppet. His views can be extreme, but he seems like a guy that would gladly walk to the gallows for his beliefs. He is a true believer of his ideology. Elitism is a problem, but nationalism can be a problem. Alternative right and alternative left are new words for old ideas. It would be arrogant to talk history while it’s being made. People might hate Bannon, or they might feel invigorated by his passion. Steve Bannon is a passionate man. He’s passionate about his beliefs and the president that he helped elect. An interesting and controversial figure.

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Excerpt from a short story.

Chapter 2

As Alaika and Johnston’s reconnaissance wrapped-up, Alaika took a last look through the Hyperscope. Looking through its visor, Alaika adjusted the heads-up display via augmented reality. He requested the lens to focus on the constellation Lyra. The optic device protruding through The Argos bent the light through gravitational lensing. It produced a topographical grid that overlapped the constellation. Alaika looked at the general specifications of Lyra which scrolled down to the side of the map noting the elements, temperature, and orbits of the planetary bodies. About to disengage with the device, he noticed what looked to be a comet streaking across his line of sight, blazing across the grid so fast that he barely saw it. Too fast, he thought, his spine tingling. As fast as it appeared, it vanished into the black maw of space. It was like a sinkhole in space had opened, just in time to swallow the object. Alaika could hardly believe what he saw, thankful that the Hyperscope was recording the entire event. He desperately hoped that whatever it was that he saw, was not some tired trick of his eyes. He removed the visors and turned excitedly toward Johnston. His mouth moving so fast that Frank watched in confused astonishment. “Whoa! Slow down Alek.” I haven’t seen you this pumped up since your solo fly-by to Mars.” Alaika took a breath, and started over, describing to Johnston what he just witnessed. “It must have been going near light speed. I thought it a comet, yet the tail wasn’t there. “Could have been burned out, but it was going way to fast. Incredible. I mean the thing just ceased to be.” “I’ve never seen anything like it. It was there and then it wasn’t.” Johnston, a logic driven skeptic, shrugged non-concomitantly. “You know, you have been staring through that thing for a while now.” “Right. I know. I’m pretty beat, but the quantum cube drive could tell us for certain.” “We need to get it back to Icarus and have Dr. Crenshaw process the data drive.” “I’m with you on that,” replied Johnston as he stretched out his cramped limbs, various bones grating and popping in protest. “You know, I haven’t felt this confined since I hid myself away in a flour barrel on Lake Ontario.” Alek looked over, his eyebrow raised quizzically. “You what?” Alek asked. “You hid yourself in a barrel of flowers?” “No, like flour for bread,” replied Frank. “It was a storage barrel on a ship. “I got stuck in one as a kid.” “You my stout friend? I don’t believe it,” Alek quipped. “Oh yea. Got stuck all the time,” Johnston said. “But there was one time that was especially bad. You see, my dad would take us to Lake Ontego for summer every year. We stayed right on the shores next to a retired navy guy. He was nuts about old ships. He actually built a full-scale, working replication of a War Sloop modeled after the USS Constellation. It was incredible. The lake was big, the houses bigger, but the sloop towered above them all. It even had working canon. The detail was amazing considering how huge it was. He kept flour barrels below deck. I mean original barrels merchants would have for trading. I loved that ship. I would wait for night to fall and steal onto it. I felt like a ninja prowling through the night. I kept a climbing harness in one of those empty flour barrels. Each night, I would race up the rigging, a telescope hanging from my belt. I hitched myself from the mast and lay back in space, only air between me and a three-story fall to the deck below. I watched the stars, searching the night sky with my telescope for my favorite clusters. I connected the stars like dots to form constellations in my mind’s eye. So much, that I became an expert and knew that my life would always involve those twinkling curiosities, shining from so far away. “The misadventure occurred on the last day of our Summer stay. I made a vow to scale the mast one last time. The moon was bright and full. It seemed to pull me, though the heavy night air. I was covered in sweat by the time I reached the Sloop-of-War. I went to retrieve my harness but the sound of heavy footfalls on the gangplank above, caught me off guard. I counted what must have been hundreds of steps. Laughter and corks blasting from bottles rang through the air. Afraid to get caught, I dove into the nearest barrel. Steps came close and stopped.” All I could hear was whispered conversations and celebrations. Suffice to say, it was one hell of a long night, squeezed into that barrel. “The revelers stayed until dawn. I had to topple the damn barrel to get out and smacked my head.” “See this?” Johnston asked, as he pulled back some of his sweaty hair, revealing a scar etched near his right temple.” “Da,” replied Alaika nodding his head. “Go on.” “So, the antique barrel splintered along with my head. I know I should have been more careful. Anyway, I crawled out and as I tried to stand, I pulled my back. I don’t have to tell you, it freaking hurt.” “Are you implying something Johnston? I may have some grays, but I’m not yet an old man.” Johnston smirked. “Right commander.” “As you wouldn’t know, it hurt like hell to pull my back. I was on hands and knees, scraping them a good bit, when I got topside. The sky looked like someone had scattered pink paint along its edges. The deck was littered with cone hats, streamers were woven through the rigging, and confetti clung to everything. Empty wine bottles and discarded hors d’oeuvres lay scattered on the deck, covering the wooden planks from stem to stern. I started down the slipway as soon as I could stand upright and immediately stepped in someone’s throw up. It seemed like ages to hobble home and through my bedroom window. Stiff as a board, I was about to pull the sheets over my head when I noticed my dad in the doorway. He was shaking his head. He seemed more bemused than angry as I confessed my adventure. He suggested strongly that I go to my neighbor and tell him. I ended up in servitude to my dad when he lent me the two grand it took to replace the antique barrel. It was the last time I ever broke something so valuable, but it didn’t stop my curiosity to explore. That was the night, I decided to devote myself to space. I’ll never forget it.” Frank said. “I too have had such nights.” Alaika added. “The forbidden fruit is sweetest.” “Yea, that’s true.” Johnston said, nodding his head in appreciation. “What’s that from? That saying?” he asked, digging a fist into his back, trying to massage his clenched muscles. “Ah yes. The forbidden fruit is sweetest. An expression I once heard as a child back in the Russia.” Johnston waited, searching his friend’s face, expecting him to continue. Alaika noticed. “A discussion for another time my friend. Go ahead and start docking procedures,” he said. Johnston complied without hesitation. He brought his wrist to his mouth which triggered a subcutaneous mic. “Argos to Icarus. Copy”
By: Paul Lillie

©All rights reserved. Any similarities to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.

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Autism Unawareness 

The following is a rant.

Autism sucks. It’s a horrific thing to live with. It’s invisible and that means it doesn’t exist. It’s ok to be mean to people with autism spectrum disorder. right? I mean ASD people are robots. They don’t have feelings, empathy, or emotions. Damn stereotypes. Blame Hollywood for some of that b.s. We are idiot savants. Didn’t you know? We are math whizzes. We love train  schedules. Oh, brother. Plus we ram our heads into walls. That’s us alright. Having a diagnosis doesn’t help if you are an adult. Overlooked, left to wander amongst neurotypes wondering if the assault will be verbal or physical. Usually verbal, because adults don’t want to go to jail. The worst is how unwelcome and hostile the world is to people that are perceived different. Try buying a loaf of bread without knowing how to communicate. It sucks. Autism sucks. Good job to Temple. An achievement rarely seen. 1 in 68. How the hell is there so little understanding? When is the world going to wake up and realize that people with autism are not stupid freaks? We might just be your neighbor doing our damned best to try and fit in. It’s a social world with social people. Well, guess what. There is an entire population that isn’t wired that way, but we are people too.

By: ASD Anon

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Able Archer

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US v DPRK (A Case for Peace)

The United States will not capitulate nor negotiate, with respect to N Korea. The Chinese under Xi calls it arrogance. A treaty has never been signed with respect to the Korean War. If Kim wants to bully his way into peace let him. Nicki Halley insists that the drills must go on. A drill almost brought the United States into a war with Russia in 1983. It was called Autumn Forge and it freaked out the USSR. Kim is freaked out. Those live drills next to his consolidated power zone go on and on. If the purpose is to deter, it hasn’t worked. Kim has made it his solemn duty to master nuclear technology. If the price of peace is a negotiation to stop freaking out a guy with nukes, than why not? Halley speaks for us at the UN Securtiy Council. Allies of keeping Kim calm see the drills as unnecessary. Peace can be had, but America has to negotiate rather than make demands. Our status as a superpower is slipping. The globe is shrinking. De-escalation has to be a strategy. Blistering language can force a physical blow. Nobody wins in atomic war. The war with N Korea has to end. That takes a peace treaty. Treaties include compromise. It is the duty of nuclear powers to compromise. To ensure the planet is safe from mass destruction. If putting down our gloves means an end to a fight, then negotiate, save face, and walk away.

By: Paul

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