I have found an alternative Donk – the coffee shop in Roanoke I used to go to regularly and defended, vigorously during the “lockdown” imposed by the Gesundheitsfuhrer of Virginia – but was excommunicated from recently because I refused to pretend to be a member of the Sickness Cult.
By putting a Diaper over my face, which is something I’ll never do.
The trouble, of course, is that almost everywhere you go is becoming a mosque of sorts – where one is expected to bow one’s head – by covering one’s face – in homage to the Gesundheitsfuhrer, the great god of Sickness.
Since I’m not sick – and don’t fear sickness – I have no interest in joining the cult. I therefore will not assume the uniform of the cult. Just as I won’t dance with a tambourine while wearing an orange bedsheet, either.
My heresy got me barred from Sweet Donkey. That – and the owner’s poltroonery. Her fear – not of sickness – but of “someone” making a call to the Gesundheitsfuhrer that a heretic – an Undiapered – was seen getting a cup of coffee with his face exposed. She had no fear of sickness during the lockdown or even after, when she didn’t Diaper and didn’t demand others Diaper, either.
Now, she does.
Rather than stand tall, she stood small – and made Diapering universal “policy” for all – to appease the Gesundheistfuhrers who locked down her business and practically destroyed her business.
My policy in response is take my business – and face – somewhere else. I have found a place, which I will not name because we now live in a kind of American East Germany, where half the populace is now the Sickness Stasi – weaponized busybodies who can be counted as snitches who will anonymously call the Gesundheitsfuhrers to complain about the sight of the Undiapered and cause trouble for any business that dares to do business with an Undiapered heretic.
It is a a kind of Don’t Ask – Don’t Tell situation, this time applied to living normally among the sick in the head.
You don’t say anything at these Corona Speak Easies – and neither do they. They see your face – and you exchange knowing looks. As time passes and trust is established, perhaps you exchange words of mutual support as well as mutual confirmation of sanity. It is so nice to meet another normal person, someone not driven out of his mind by fear . . . the result of listening to fear broadcast out of the corporate media machine.
It’s almost axiomatic, as an aside, that those who are currently in a state of mortal terror over the sight of the Undiapered are the ones who have been listening to the endless repetition of the cases! the cases! – which they have not noticed has replaced the previously endlessly repeated body count, which isn’t much counted anymore because there aren’t enough bodies to count. Not enough to generate the necessary fear, at any rate.
Anyhow, there are still places where heretics can gather – and it is important to gather there. For one’s own sanity as well as the sanity of others, including the owners of businesses who have the courage to not give in to the pressure of the Gesunheitsfuhrers or the complainers.
Not everyone is crazy – and neither are you.
There are more of us than you realize and much more important, more than the Diapered want you to realize. That is the whole point of this incredible, startlingly aggressive push to impose Universal Diapering.
Well, one of the major ones.
The heretic must be made to feel alone; must be made to question his sanity. The corollary to this being that the orthodox must be comforted in their orthodoxy. Must feel a universal brotherhood – a righteous sense of collective insanity.
The Sickness Heiling of the crowd.
I found a place to get away from that – and I intend to keep it quiet. Also to support it – as I did the Donk, until the Donk stopped supporting me. I will give the new place as much business as I can and encourage others, word-of-mouth, to do the same.
Just yesterday, I met three friends there – and we enjoyed a cup of normalcy, Undiapered.
There were, of course, Diapers Muss Sein signs at very door. But not a word from anyone working there demanding that Diapers Muss Sein.
So long as it isn’t demanded, I’ll be back. As often as I’m able, just to make the point. It’s a point that merits making, without relenting.
Until this Sickness Psychosis passes and those afflicted get the therapy they badly need.
Which begins by turning off the TeeVee – and looking at reality. Where the bodies aren’t stacking up and “cases” don’t mean much beyond the counting of them.
Sanity could re-emerge tomorrow – as soon as people want it back.
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