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I wish to say this to Mr. Maxwell Edison. You can relay this message to him:
"EAT ROCKAWAY AVENUE SHRIMP AND BE GONE!!!!! YOU have done a disservice to me by bitting my head off only to have aliens come out of my body you assume and to bite YOUR head off!!! MY MENTAL CIRCUMSTANCES OF AUTISM AND ATTENTION DEFICIT HYPERACTIVITY DISORDER ARE REAL!!!! So, get over your stinking assumptions about me without knowledge--YOU, out of all people are just like those who grown up with me through the school years of my youth, teasing me, bullying me, berating me, wanting to beat me up, even my mother berating me! ALL BECAUSE I HAVE TWO UNDIAGNOSED BUT REAL MENTAL CIRCUMSTANCES THAT NOBODY WILL EVER BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!"
-From the African-American woman behind the swgoldwire2546 pseudonym--Sherika Worrell Goldwire
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If you want to say something to me, why in the world would you want to "relay" it through someone else. Be a man, man! Just stand up and say it to me -- right to my cyber-face. I can take it.
Rockaway Avenue Shrimp? This surely is a metaphor for something bad and disgusting. But since I'm merely an uneducated and ignorant country bumpkin, not savvy to the ways of the northeastern elite class, such as yourself, I didn't get it. Jambalaya shrimp, however. Now you're talkin'. Pass me a bowl of that -- and the bigger the better -- yum yum.
If I have done a disservice to you by suggesting that you speak for yourself by not speaking in the plural, presuming to lump others into your sentiments, then perhaps the next time I'll address those voices (plural) in your head since that was who, obviously, posted the message.
And do you really have "aliens coming out of your body"? Oh my gosh! The invasion has started already!
And you shouted from the highest cyber-mountain, "MY MENTAL CIRCUMSTANCES OF AUTISM AND ATTENTION DEFICIT HYPERACTIVITY DISORDER ARE REAL"
Well, therefore what? Do you want a friggin' medal or something? Does that mean you expect to be treated with kid-gloves? Get real, dude, or dudette, or whatever kind of dude you prefer to be called. I'm the toughest "tough-love" kinda' guy around here. Those kinds of excuses just won't fly with me. And like I said, I suffer from the dreaded IDGAS syndrome, so I just can't help myself.
What assumptions have I made about you?
Your conditions are "undiagnosed" but "real"? Isn't that an oxymoron?
But I am glad to see that you had a normal childhood.
Where in the heck is Africa-America? I know where Africa is; I know where America is (North, South and Central); but for the life of me I just can't find Africa-America on the map. I must have been on vacation when that country was created.