Dude, where's my country? (apologies to Michael Moore)

I recently checked Lisa Sain's blog and was surprised to see her posting again. Since her severely autistic son is now in residential care, she wrote that she "feels human again" and sleeps in a clean bed and even has a boyfriend. I haven't read much of her blog, but I know that her son Preston practically demolished the inside of her house with his frequent, terrifyingly violent meltdowns. She recently said that he would rip out chunks of drywall and eat them. Among other things.

So I googled Kelli Stapleton to see how the case was coming along. Her trial is in a couple months. And then I found myself staring at the following link, via a couple clicks:

http://blog.cleveland.com/metro/2009/12/kent_state_professor_trudy_ste.html

Trudy's son was 6 foot, 200 lbs of rage. Uncontrolled rage. Rage so fierce that he ultimately beat his mother to death. The jail had to keep him in a separate cell. It took two months to find a placement.

One thing that seems to pop up over and over is that there are zero services for teens and adults with autism. Parents look and look and are turned away every place they go. If the kid is violent, there are even less than zero. There are no institutions anymore. Few group homes take autistics. I suspect that the "bulge" of autistic kids who started being born in the late 80s will eventually wind up on the streets, alongside the schizophrenics and bipolars and delusionals and so forth.

When Reagan closed the institutions, he expected other options to be instituted. Future politicians refused to fund that. So we have a network of grungy "group homes" in rundown suburban tract homes, built for happy 50s and 60s families, cheaply retrofitted for a small number of special needs persons. The group homes are horrid, dirty, smelly, and abusive. As for the rest, we have the streets. Maybe the institutions were bad. But now we have something much worse.

So, to recap: millions of special needs people who nobody will care for. Parents grow old and die, if the kid doesn't kill them first. The bureaucracy is full of chair warmers whose refrain is "not my responsibility, sorry". Schools refuse to teach the kids, and after age 22 it's "sorry, not our responsibility".

Reading forum posts from autistic adults, it's clear that even the higher functioning ones find it hard to hold jobs and live independently. Many live in fear of their benefit checks being yanked out from under them by callous politicians. In England, the disabled have faced the end of ALL benefits. At least one man starved to death.

How much longer until the world decides to build death camps for the disabled? I'm reminded of the part of the neo Nazi novel The Turner Diaries where after the white revolutionaries take Los Angeles, everybody deemed "lesser" is simply marched into the mountains, never to be seen again. In the future, there may be camps set up in Flyover Country where the "imperfect" are taken to "disappear". A burning human body smells quite rancid, from what I've heard. If you think of a place like Auschwitz, where the kremas operated day and night, the smell must have been horrible, yet nobody thought to ask, hey guys what the frick is that awful smell, anyway?

Sometimes, I wonder what the world would be like if the Nazis had succeeded in their goal of slaughtering every "non-Aryan" on earth. One truism of genetics is that small, inbred populations eventually have weird diseases surface, the result of random genetic combinations. The Fundamentalist LDS Church, a Mormon polygamy cult near the Grand Canyon, was ruled by a man who wanted to create a master race via inbreeding. His efforts caused a weird, rarely seen disorder called fumarase deficiency to afflict and kill hundreds of cultists. If the Nazis had succeeded, eventually some disease would have popped up and torn through the remaining "perfect" humans like a firestorm in the Southern California mountains in August. And that would have been that.

When cops are given free rein to kill the disabled, and so are their parents, and we willingly via neglect put the disabled in positions to be killed, we come ever closer to genocide. When bureaucrats refuse to help, and so does everybody else, ditto. America in the 1940s was in some respects not such a great place; millions lived in third world conditions, people were confined in institutions on the word of a single doctor, and who can forget the internment of the Japanese. But we defeated evil, real evil. Now WE ARE that evil. I don't know what Satan did with my country, but I want it back.

Maren Sanchez, a dead air conditioner, and yet more car follies: when SHTF blindsides you unexpectedly

I am writing at 11 pm Pacific time because my air conditioner quit a week ago and it's unbearably hot in here, and I can't sleep. Even worse, I've been stuck at home for a week because some woman with Florida plates on her car, and no insurance, backed into my car in a Wal Mart parking lot. Since she had no insurance, our insurance company is making us pay the $750 deductible towards repairs. My mom blames me, of course, so for two weeks I've been listening to her blame me.

So, since I'm listening to my brain bake in 100 degree heat, I've been thinking a lot about Maren Sanchez. If you were following the national news towards the end of April, you know that she's the 16 year old girl from an affluent Connecticut family who was killed on the day of her junior prom by a crazed admirer: a 16 year old boy who wouldn't take no for an answer.

He was obsessed with her, but she wouldn't give him the time of day. Turns out he was being treated for "ADHD" and "depression", overdiagnosed maladies that are "treated" with amphetamines and SSRI antidepressants. IMO only opioids are more dangerous. Those drugs cause psychosis, among other things. The boy had been acting strangely for a few months before he killed Sanchez. In one episode, he ripped off his pants in front of a class. Under the influence of "legal dope", he apparently decided that if he couldn't have her, nobody would.

Maren was blissfully unaware that she was going to die. The night before she was killed, she was painting scenery for a drama club production of Little Shop of Horrors. She asked to be excused to have her nails done. An hour later, she returned and showed off her new nail job. Then she picked up a paintbrush and went back to work. She had picked out her prom dress, a turquoise colored gown with gold trim, and tweeted a selfie of herself wearing it. Her boyfriend would have given her a single red rose on prom night. Then it would have been off to a local hotel ballroom for prom. Perhaps she would have danced to popular EDM DJ Avicii:

Hey, brother, do you still believe in one another?
Hey, sister, do you still believe in love I wonder?
If the sky comes falling down for you
There's nothing this world can do



-Avicii, Hey Brother


On the morning before her prom, she was asked out by her stalker. When she said no, he threw her down some stairs, then leapt on top of her and slashed her throat, breasts, and face with a "kitchen knife" (likely a long chef knife of the kind available at most supermarkets, I have one by my bedside for protection, since I can't own a gun). She was rushed to a hospital, where she died. At 7 am she was looking forward to prom, at 8 am she was dead. Her sky came falling down. She never saw it coming.

Last Saturday when I turned down my AC for the night, I didn't know the compressor would suddenly quit. When I went to Wal Mart at the beginning of the month to buy food, I didn't know that my car would be wrecked. My mom was doing errands a couple months ago, unaware that she would narrowly escape death. The belief that there will be plenty of warning before SHTF is rooted in Biblical beliefs about the Apocalypse and the Revelation of John of Patmos, where the signs pile up warning true Christians. In most cases, it's simply not true. There is little or no warning, in real life. Maren Sanchez was buried in her prom gown, holding that rose, forever frozen in time as a happy 11th grade teen looking forward to prom. What will you do if the sky comes falling down for you, and that's the one scenario you DIDN'T prep for?