Asperger syndrome or Asperger’s syndrome or Asperger disorder (play /ˈɑspərɡərz/ or /ˈæspərɡərz/) is an autism spectrum disorder that is characterized by significant difficulties in social interaction, along with restricted and repetitive patterns of behavior and interests. It differs from other autism spectrum disorders by its relative preservation of linguistic and cognitive development. Although not required for diagnosis, physical clumsiness and atypical use of language are frequently reported.
It helps explain the lack of empathy and right justification. And I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of neurological diversity, because each of us is special in our own way.
Lest I also commit the sin of being unnecessarily cryptic, allow me to explain. Many of us who blog do so in part out of an appreciation for words, their usages and meanings. Our high developed sensibilities are offended by the crud polluting the local blogosphere from Keith and George, the two short bus bloggers. Now, if they share some developmental deficiency such as that to which I have alluded, that is something which cannot be helped and we should embrace their mangled efforts as the best they can achieve.
However, I happen to know both men and am certain there is no organic limit placed on their abilities, save for lassitude. Keith has been blogging for years now, and still he uses CLICK HERE to denote hyperlinks. We, his audience, have a reasonable expectation that his skills develop beyond such idiocy over this much time.
As far as I know, George has yet to develop a proficiency in any discipline. Where I come from, mastering a musical instrument and a sport or two was considered normal. In our case, the endeavor is writing and just like those against whom we compete in tennis or basketball, we expect to play with people displaying a reasonably commensurate level of skill.
Therefore, if Keith and George consider themselves men of normal ability, I encourage them to make a greater effort toward nonverbal communication. The rest of us work our asses off trying to be understood and entertaining, while you two veg out in front of the television or haunt a bar stool, waiting for your next brain fart. Compelling prose, like everything else, takes hard work and practice, and unless you want me to continue rubbing your noses in it, I suggest you start now.
OTOH, if Keith and George are, in fact, a couple of retards, I sincerely apologize for being cruel.