I’m Tommy Westphall from the Beloved Eighties Hospital Drama St. Elsewhere, and I Need RFK Jr. the Fuck Out of My Snow Globe
“Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s remarks that autism ‘destroys’ kids have prompted outrage amongst many autistic folks, who mentioned that they had finished issues Mr. Kennedy claimed had been unattainable, like maintain a job, write a poem, play baseball, and go on dates. They added that the lives of people that did need assistance performing every day actions had been nonetheless worthy of respect.” — New York Instances
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I’ll say one factor for Robert Kennedy Jr.—he’s received some fucking nerve. The remedy he acquired at St. Eligius Hospital for his mind worm was second to none. Nonetheless, right here he’s out right here spewing absolute rubbish about autistic folks, regardless that his life rests in a member of that neighborhood’s palms—i.e., mine.
Whether or not or not I’ll pay taxes (overrated) or go on a date (in case you’re taking courting recommendation from any Kennedy, you must most likely be in jail) is immaterial. What I can do—what I, in reality, DID do—is create a multilayered, years-long medical drama that jump-started a number of careers (Denzel Washington, anyone? Helen Hunt? David Morse— him, he’s that man with the face) and laid the groundwork for a complete style of gritty, sensible hospital packages. I created a world, and that world exists inside a universe, which incorporates not solely hospitals and Kennedys however all the pieces and everybody , and I made all of it inside a fucking snow globe, so miss me along with your bullshit about whether or not or not I’ll ever write a poem.
Bobby Jr. sounds fairly assured speaking about all of the issues folks with autism can’t do, doesn’t he? Perhaps that’s as a result of he doesn’t have even a whisper of an inner life, and might’t probably think about what that is likely to be like for these of us who do. I can, as a result of not solely do I’ve an inner life, I’ve ALL the inner lives, together with his. And yours.
He can’t think about, as an example, what number of lives the vaccine program at St. Eligius has saved, as a result of his entire worm-eaten mind is consumed with making an attempt to show these vaccines trigger autism, which they don’t. He as soon as felt good after a day doing farm cosplay on Martha’s Winery, so he thinks farm work would treatment folks with ADHD, as a result of he can’t think about that anybody may need a distinct mind chemistry or life expertise than his. He’s mad that folks name him “Froot Loops,” so he’s making an attempt to punish them by making Froot Loops grey scale.
Humorous how exhausting within the paint he’s going over sugar and meals dye for being “unnatural” and “toxic,” isn’t it? Do you suppose all of the heroin he shot up was natural? Did he possibly simply chew gently on a poppy till he was zooted out of his cranium? Is sugar actually the white powder he ought to be involved about, or did all of the coke he hoovered up burn a number of good holes for his worm to cover in?
Anyway, I’ve had nearly sufficient of his nonsense. I’m giving him twenty-four hours to clear the premises, and if he refuses, I’m simply gonna drain the entire thing. Goodbye, snow globe; goodbye, St. Eligius; goodbye, supporting universe. I assume that wipes out the entire Kennedy clan, however that job’s been half finished already. Mary Jo Kopechne, vengeance is lastly yours.
In spite of everything, I’ve received different snow globes to take care of. This one from MAR-A-LAGO, as an example, has been nothing however a headache currently.
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