Community Activist Donald Trump

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By the power of gypsie horse

You’re Biscuit Till I Die

Aim Your Dog at the Moon

This new tic is causing some alarm. Though I don’t need any, I keep shouting, “Help” in a high-pitched voice. Fortunately my friends and family are fairly good at telling the difference between the tic and a real emergency.

Help!

But it does make Leftwing Idiot a bit nervous when we’re out and about, especially when he’s holding on to me, helping me walk.…

There have been riots in many areas of London over the last few days. The first riots started in Tottenham after Mark Duggan was shot and killed by police last week. From there, unrest has spread to other parts of the city, including Peckham.…

Leftwing Idiot isn’t a fan of my new ‘Ipswich’ tic. He’s not a fan of the place either. I’ve never been there so I can’t comment.

Ipswich

I’ve described before how tics sometimes come out to a particular tune. The last few days have been full of ticced songs that arrive out of the blue. Here’s a selection of lyrics from the latest batch:

To the Blackadder theme:

“You’re Blackpool, you’re Blackpool, your good times have now gone.”…

I came across this video of Devin, a young man with Tourettes, performing a poem about his tics.

No need to watch a long documentary: I think he makes you understand and feel what he’s saying in just three minutes. In his words:

“I’ve got a glass shard syndrome with those lightning spit symptoms, here’s a glass ceiling anthem and a tic ridden tantrum.”…