The Speck and the Plank

So we were watching church on the television, my mother and I. The topic is “Judgmental Christians.” You know, those who pass condemnation on others, often without looking to see if they can or cannot pass their own judgment. You know, this guy:

Apparently the holder of the phone was not letting him pass, or some other traffic violation. But did he actually need to threaten ramming, pass on the right, and flip the guy off, causing him to lose control and crash? It was not called “Righteous Judgment Call.” It was called “INSTANT KARMA” FOR A REASON!

We have all been that guy at one time or another. Even me.

It came to me while I was watching this, that I railed against people who hated autism and autistic people…like Autism Speaks…and I was doing it to myself since childhood. He said, to paraphrase, “Find out what is bugging you about that guy inside yourself. Then you can go and share what irks you about somebody else.” The Biblical passage the preacher was moving on was this:

“Do not judge, so that you may not be judged. For with the judgment you make you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get. Why do you see the speck in your neighbor’sa eye, but do not notice the log in your own eye? Or how can you say to your neighbor,b ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while the log is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbor’sc eye.“Do not judge, so that you may not be judged. For with the judgment you make you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get. Why do you see the speck in your neighbor’sa eye, but do not notice the log in your own eye? Or how can you say to your neighbor,b ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while the log is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbor’sc eye. -Matthew 7:1-5

I was thinking about Autism Speaks, and how they want to cure autism. What if autism can’t be cured? Then what? Do they want to end autism by ending autistic people? Am I really better off dead because I have autism? This is basic eugenics. Just in case you don’t know, eugenics is breeding in desirable traits, and breeding out of undesirable traits, like Autism. I have recently begun to turn against Autism Speaks for their eugenic policies, and….

Back to the present day. I remember the time I was trying to explain how I got into acting to “get away from being myself.” Those were the exact words I gave to my mother. I had, at various times, wished I did not have autism, and wished I was not a “freak.” Was I any better than those at Autism Speaks? Was I not just as eugenic? I took this to my mother, and she said, “Why hate what God made?” That was a harsh reality for me. I needed to stop hating myself. Autism was not really an enemy; it is a condition. We can work with it. Is an natural disaster an enemy? Of course not. Autism, in the same way, is not an enemy. We can live with it. 

I’ll give you more on my self-forgiving journey soon…..

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Current Issues and Rants

Unlike what people think, I tend to keep up with current issues. Some of them are relevant to people, others are not. Here’s a few of them:

Issue 1: Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 

My heart is with the families of those on the plane. According to officials, the flight went down in the Southern Indian Ocean, far away from what was supposed to be a routine route from Malaysia to Beijing. Why in the world would the plane do that? It turned completely around. It makes no sense to me. Also, the Malaysian government said there were no survivors. It would be a miracle, but there might have been a survivor or two had they gotten word the plane was turned around early. I mean, why wait so long? You could wait for recovery efforts since there were no survivors now, but why were there no warnings? I think we need to find those black boxes NOW.

Issue 2: Kim and Kanye on the VOGUE cover

Okay, so a controversial couple are on the cover of VOGUE, and there is an uproar. “Everyone” is talking about it. People are cancelling subscriptions, the magazine is generally dissed… Am I the only one who finds all this uproar hilarious? I mean, there are more important things going on than a fashion magazine cover. I think if we ignore the Kardashians, E! will eventually get the hint. It may take seventy years, but I think if we ignore them, they will go away. 

Issue 3: Washington Mudslide

Now this is something to get in an uproar about. A mudslide claims lives, and more are missing, and it’s not being dwelt upon by Hollywood?! People are dead and missing! Maybe it’s because this has not happened in New York or Los Angeles. I’m not impressed, Hollywood. 

Issue 4: Vaccines

I am not impressed by those who are convinced vaccines caused their child’s autism. According to various studies trying to reproduce Andrew Wakefield’s vaccine-autism link study, the results could not be duplicated. There were also various flaws considering the research and records of the children involved with Wakefield’s study. Wakefield’s license was revoked. Of course, Jenny McCarthy, the most famous voice in the “vaccine injury” movement, will not stop. She will not look upon the evidence and instead blames it on a get-rich-quick conspiracy. Jenny, have you never been wrong? Is there no possibility that you could be wrong concerning your own child? 

Issue 5: The Worth of an Autistic Life

This subject is, to me, a very immediate one. When I asked my mother if she would abort me had she knew I had autism, she said no. With all the killing of people with autism by their own family members, I am not sure there are many people who are with her. Tell me, what is the worth of a life with autism? I’ve always been told life is precious. Perhaps this debate is not just the worth of a life with autism, but the worth of a life. 

St. Patrick’s Day Adventure, Part 2

So I told you about my drive into downtown Lexington last time. I forgot to tell you about the Power Ranger couple walking past our car down the street. It was pretty typical: the Pink Ranger and the Green Ranger arm in arm. For those who don’t know, those two were a romantic couple in the series. Yes, I know, I’m a little old to know that (36), but my mother watched little kids to help with the money situation. They loved the Power Rangers. So, I knew the names of the first two or three groups of Power Rangers. But I digress: as it turns out, there were original cast members from the show there. Not bad, Lexington. My St. Patrick’s Day adventure did not end on Saturday, though: we celebrated on Monday, too – and not by getting stupid drunk on green swill, either. We simply had Corned Beef and Potatoes, Carrots and Cabbage, with Irish Soda Bread (made by me) and eating it with my nephew. I know it’s not the traditional Irish St. Patrick’s Day meal in Ireland-that would be lamb, I think-but it is here in the USA. I guess the Irish and the Jewish got together and shared the Corned Beef, and it became Irish-American eating. (I think that’s what Alton Brown said.) Of course, if I were to drink beer, on St. Patrick’s Day, it would be something genuinely Irish, like a Guinness. Of course, I could drink Irish whiskey, too. But then again, wouldn’t that be getting stupid drunk? Hopefully, I would have some self-control. I don’t drink that often, as in maybe once or twice a year, but I try to make it a pleasant, tasteful experience-as opposed to trashy and stupid. Of course, if I were by myself, I would probably blast U2 and the Cranberries for music. My mother can’t quite get into the more intense music of U2, so I decided to forego that. At least we had fun on St. Pat’s Day.

My Day 3/15/2014

So, my mom and I were itching to go outside…maybe it was just me. The sun was shining, the day was warm, and it felt good just to walk. We decided to get in our car and go to downtown Lexington’s St. Patrick’s Day festivities this afternoon. We’re driving along, and we get to see some people in green and blue. Most of them were sitting in Irish bars, drinking green beer. I’m pretty down with most traditions, especially if it’s celebrating a certain group of people among us, but green beer is where I draw the line. How many real Irishmen drink green beer anyway? I guess very few, since it’s swill with green food coloring in it. I could make an Irish drink without the alcohol by putting green food coloring in my lime soda, if that’s all it took. I think real Irishmen are more likely to drink a Guinness. Now that’s how I’m sure you grab a pint in Ireland. Of course there are competing brands of beer, but they are all better than green beer. Of course the parade was over by the time we got there. I would have liked to see some of this, instead of drinking. I mean, unlike many others, I like to remember what I did on a certain holiday. If getting drunk was all you needed to do to celebrate a holiday, why not just get drunk at Christmas? There’s got to be more than just drinking alcohol until you black out to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. So, we decided to come home and have some Asian salad (generic enough name for ya?) with chicken. That was pretty good, anyway. I then decided to have a veggie burger and oven fries for dinner, which strangely tasted like chicken. I’m serious. Then I decided to bake brownies and cranberry orange bread. All in all, it was a good day.

Bring on the Cholula!

I like spicy flavors! You’ll have to forgive me; I have a tendency toward strong flavors. I know that others on the spectrum are disposed to milder flavors, but I am disposed to stronger ones. My particular taste is ultra spicy. I have had to forgo some of it in cooking because my mothers has GERD. She needs milder flavors. We, however, have figured out she can take a milder form. Whenever we see Rachael Ray cooking, I always try to see if I can take the flavor to a milder form for my mother, and add spice later in my own way. It hurts me to see my mother in near-physical pain when she watches the spicier foods made. I am not the type of person to bring harm on anyone or anything. I could even go vegan in the future for this – it makes me wonder if I should. I digress. I think it all relates to what foods we were raised on, and where. My mother used to be just as much of a spice eater as me. See, my mother was raised in Kentucky, Florida and southern California, in the 1950s and 1960s. My grandmother’s cooking was generally flavorful, and she had a lot of cultural influences. I also had a lot of cultural awakening, considering I was raised in Orange County, California, in the 1980s. Of course, in the 1980s, a mild taco was exotic food. Now you have to go all the way to Southeast Asia, the Middle East or a World Market to find something European Americans consider “exotic.” The world dining room is getting smaller-but slowly. In my opinion, the world table can’t get smaller fast enough. I’d like to taste durian; I heard it stinks, but it has also been called the King of Fruits. I’d like to try it just even once. I’m adventurous.