Ric Alba

Altar Boys told me why I'm blocked. As a cry for help I posted in OTHER pages a link about ICE rounding up innocent people and shipping them to hell without trial. They blocked me just in case I do the same on their page. I wrote back this:

Today I learned that part of autism can be a more than usual tendency to absorb anxiety and panic when engaging with someone who's exuding it. Add to that, my allergy to illogic, and it's a recipe for a really bad moment between me and another person if they're prone to getting panicky at minutia.

Difference between talking with family and talking with friends. Family views you as they had since birth. When they anticipate you saying something that 'breaks character,' they respond to steer you back into the role you play in their heads.

Your friends know you in the role you actually play.

I forget that most people don't think and speak in truths, but in whatever is most convenient and comfortable to think, feel, and say. This is hard to remember because it's not natural for me to be that way. When I have to exchange pointless pleasantries it feels like an exercise in acting class.

It's hilarious. By the afternoon, their day full of complaining piles up to the point where I finally remember that "Have a great day" is just one of those empty pleasantries popular among humans of these ancient times (giggles).

Nasty cataract they say, so I get a new lens in my eye. Installation is included. Cringe. Scenes of Picard being assimilated by the Borg flash through my mind, but resistance is few tile.

Being probably autistic, I forget that when I say, "Have a great day" you don't know I mean it. That I'm watching and hoping your day goes well. So every time you complain about your day, I'm stricken to my soul with disappointment, which leads to resentment. Unfair to you, but the pain is real.

No thanks Lord, I'm not a paranoid king and this planet has no use for kings anymore. Good luck to you in your future endeavors, Almighty.

Judges do tend to be biased by the belief that crime is illegal (sarcasm).

Chancellor Trump's and his team's buffoonery is too much to believe. Literally. It's a performance designed to get their detractors (you and I) to waste our energies assembling our ironic words-and-picture comebacks while they assemble their 'final solution' backstage.

His little tie is a stick figure body. Now that I've said that, you'll never see it as a tie again.

Silly, but there's an upside to that fact. Everyone I know who had at fallen for Christian snake oil at some point in their lives, they say that the purveyors of it went too far with the absurdities and they ended up throwing it all away and becoming rational.

Our specie's paleontology has endowed us with a deep, long resentment for the inconvenience of human life heaped upon us by the loss of our natural habitat millions of years ago. We miss the millions of years before that, when we lived in a lush rainforest with nearly all we need at our fingertips.

Love this, and adding my own, "Then do not mortar them in but lay each brick so that you can knock it out if it blocks your vision."

A man was first to reach the top. He looked down and shouted, "You can join me here by working as hard as I did." The others continued trying to reach the top but they could not, for when the man got there he discovered the power to reshape the top so there was only room for himself.

Everywhere she goes, birds gather and attack anyone who gets between her and what she wants.

Try and guess who these two bands are:

Best I can say is maybe he gets zoned out on his inner thoughts while talking and his inner thoughts are things like, "I'm more pop than Christ AND The Beatles."

Are they random rogue operators, or is this tied to other domestic terror groups who regard Trump as their silent leader? If the latter, last time around they were loosely organized, but this new government wants them organized and won't stop them.

And it happens so flippantly. People posting in their campaign shirts that say, "(f-word) Your Feelings," which is another way of saying, "Watch us bugger ourselves, and please remember that we do it because our stupidity saddens you."

It's breaking my heart. People think I care too much, but I think I'm the one who cares the right amount.

"What doesn't kill you," takes years off your life and your joy.

Big Pharma: "Due to the exorbitant prices of our products, most of our customer base has died. As a result we are forced to raise prices thank you."

"When they go low, we go high" okay fine, but why should 'going high' mean sticking to protocol. When the Joker skips the line in the bank to rob it, Batman doesn't 'go high' by waiting patiently in line to stop him.

I'll head for Mexico for one, but there's probably be a massive human caravan of US citizens piling up against the border wall. On this side.