The Autism Spectrum is the New Asperger’s Syndrome

Ass Burgers Anonymous

When I found out that vocalist Marty Balin of 1960’s San Francisco rock legend the Jefferson Airplane had Asperger’s Syndrome, I wanted to have Asperger’s also. Therefore it was extremely disappointing to me when the classification of Asperger’s was recently phased out. The narrowly defined Asperger’s Syndrome has been replaced by the much broader term Autism Spectrum.


Autism means Selfism. Aut means self and ism means state or orientation. Autism and alcoholism are both characterized by extreme states of Selfism and AA has been called a selfish program for selfish people.

Where Are You On the Autism Spectrum?

People with Alcoholism and Autism Spectrum often talk to themselves because their external reality is characterized by a preoccupation with internal experience. I used to talk to myself when I was in a less aware level of my existence. Now I no longer need to self-sooth myself by talking to myself. Too much talking is like masturbating in public with your clothes on. I no longer have dogs or pets because I don’t want to create a private internal “dog reality” with an intelligent German shepherd. I want to remove myself from autistic engagement with the external world.

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Love is Like Healing Gravity

What comes after religion and spirituality? Love. Love is the answer. Love really is all you need. Love is the gravity that holds everything together. It is the gravity that holds us together. Love is the gravity that holds me together.

Love Your Neighbor

The good thing about being internalized is that it is easier to unify with God. The need to escape painful reality is a gift from God. If you are denied one thing then you are given another. The important thing is to love back. Love God with all your heart and mind and soul. Love your neighbor and love your enemy. Neither your neighbors or your enemies will never even know that you love them. The love is created inside of you. It only looks like your enemy is there.

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean practiced secrets of the ancient & modern masters to end up liberated in the coastal paradise of West L.A.