A few things.
i. Autists.
Yesterday I was possessed to narrow down the fundamental 'why'. I gave (a rather autistic) sense of patterns and their navigation to classify the autist and thus render the insult that is his existence more finely. But after some rest, I realize the insult is far simpler. Autists are savants. They're 'learned idiots'. There is shame in being an idiot, but far more perverse is to be a learned idiot. Someone whose dwelling in the intermedium of idiocy and wisdom gives an impression of wit that disguises what is fundamentally a retard. That disguising is what disgusts me. It's why I hate them so.
Furthermore, on the matter of autism, I've looked at some footage on autistic people, and I've come to notice that always, almost if not so, the 'parent' is a mother tired in the eyes and dead in the heart. Where is the father? I would suspect they are long gone. Despite being men, they cannot be bothered to clean up their own mess. If I had a retard son, god forbid, I'd take it out back and shoot it dead. Upon this, I speak honestly. It's my mess. I clean it up.
Lastly, autism is 'neurodiverse' in the same way some inbred horror is 'physiodiverse'. Celebrating or accepting autism is like celebrating or accepting obesity. It is an unhealthy strain of misfortune and idiosyncrasy that should be at the best of times tolerated and at the worst of times persecuted, but never accepted.
ii. The American Culture on Downies
Downies in general do not disgust me anymore than the average retard. They just happen to look like the insult they inflict upon Man. No, what particularly angers me with downies is the (American) culture surrounding them these days. Parents of downies will go on about how their child is so special to them and is such a gift from god. But after a while of hearing this, I realized that this talk made the downie seem more like a pet than a man, and that really peeved me.
People say how 'pure and innocent' the downies are. They are only so because they are too stupid to conceive evil. They are 'pure' in the same way a dog is 'pure'. There is no virtue in being good if you cannot comprehend evil. I look upon a crowd of downies and it looks like I see a pack of Nurglings.
Their existence is a mistake. Their persistence is a mercy. Their celebration is a perversion. Their propagation is a cancer and their tolerance is the only obligation they may call from others.
iii. People Who Won't Help Themselves
This can apply to many sorts of persons. Fatties who want to lose weight but don't. Incels who want to get laid but won't unfuck themselves. Depressed people who won't lighten up. Addicts who won't kick the habit. I've known many people of all those sorts at some point or another, and, as I age, the notion of their character I find increasingly contemptuous.
Pain is the impetus for change. Life starts beating on you when something needs to change. The people who feel this pain, who feel the beating of life but do nothing are ones who, despite all their protest to the contrary, are okay with the beating, sometimes they love the beating. Fatties who won't lose weight? They love being obese. Incel who won't get laid? They love being a virgin. It doesn't matter how much you say you hate something, if you keep on doing it, that can only mean you like it. If you don't, then stop.
You either get the picture or get taken out of the picture. Either unfuck yourself or stop coping and start roping. Maybe I'm too old for this shit. This sort of indecision is viscerally gay to me.