A break from routine, at least for me

I generally don't comment on politics online, but having recently learned of a particular comment regarding autism and vaccinations made at a certain debate (one I chose not to watch out of fear that it would prove to be incredibly frustrating to bear witness) this week by a certain individual whom I refuse to name (though I will say that I have heard said...person described as wearing a taxidermy muskrat from 1986), I feel I have something to say on the matter. Having been diagnosed with a form of autism at a very young age, as well as having had to spend the first 12 years of my life watching my grandfather suffer from post-polio, I believe I am well within my bounds to say that this confirms, beyond a shadow of a doubt, my theory that a specific abhorrent abomination of a monstrosity pathetically attempting to masquerade as a human being was originally in fact the horrible by-product of an experiment on a turd manufacturing plant. And I must say, it has been quite some time since I felt enraged to the point where I would not be surprised to learn that my own blood was boiling. Yet at the same time, I am also somehow calm. I wonder...is this what they call tranquil fury?