Topic: People with Autism are 90% unemployed
Svet !jzYkdX7lIw started this discussion 8 years ago #72,335
In America. So maybe Chris Chan deserves a break.
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 8 years ago, 1 minute later[^] [v] #866,949
90% of autistic trannys are unemployed so maybe Cath deserves a break
The Tel Aviv Terror joined in and replied with this 8 years ago, 5 minutes later, 6 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #866,952
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 8 years ago, 16 minutes later, 22 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #866,954
This Autistic got a job on a tv show.Anonymous E joined in and replied with this 8 years ago, 39 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #866,971
We need some affirmative action hires for retards. It worked for women and black people.
Sheila LaBoof joined in and replied with this 8 years ago, 16 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^] [v] #866,982
maybe they can be trained on AR-15s
Anonymous G joined in and replied with this 8 years ago, 2 hours later, 4 hours after the original post[^] [v] #867,070
@previous (Sheila LaBoof)
1% of autistics subscribe to a sense of justice external to themselves. The other 99% are emotional wrecks that can't even be trusted to moderate a subreddit without breaking down and banning everyone who disagrees with them.
1% of autistics subscribe to a sense of justice external to themselves. The other 99% are emotional wrecks that can't even be trusted to moderate a subreddit without breaking down and banning everyone who disagrees with them.
Anonymous C replied with this 8 years ago, 6 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[^] [v] #867,083
Southern trees bear strange fruit/ Blood on the leaves and blood at the root/ Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze/ Strange fruit hanging from the trees/ Life is cheap in the South/ The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth/ Differences of man that didn't mesh/ Then the sudden smell of burning flesh/ Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck/ For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck/ For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop/ Here is a strange and bitter crop/ Tighten the noose for the rest to see/ I'll cut you down on bent knee