One of my Undiapered friends is a young guy who – like many young guys – is interested in young ladies. But how do you find one when you can’t see one – their face obscured by a Diaper?
But that’s just the point, I counseled my young friend. You do not want to date the Diapered – assuming you could tell whether they were smiling or frowning at you. These women have done you a favor by saving you a lot of trouble. If they’ve got a Diaper on, especially if not under duress (as at work) you already know something about them a great deal more important than whether they’re smiling or frowning at you.
You can infer, second of all, that they have bought the Brooklyn Bridge – or would, if it were offered to them for a really good price. Evidence for which is their having bought – at incalculable cost – the ludicrous idea that draping a dirty bandana around their face is “stopping the spread.”
Any woman who – or man – who thinks that is a woman (or man, if you’re female) you don’t want to date.
They are either no very smart or are very lazy. They listen to TeeVee. They are not very good at math. They do not look into things for themselves – and act according to their judgment, based on the facts they’ve evaluated. They stampede with the herd; whatever bovine virtues it has – they signal.
So as to blend in to the herd. Mooooo!
If that’s what you want, have at it. Lots of contenders – if you could tell them apart.
What’s said about lemons and lemonaid applies here.
The Diapering of the populace is perhaps the most enraging and pitiable spectacle imaginable. Pitiable, because of the deliberate push to demoralize the population and reduce it to a state of beaten submission to whatever the government-corporate nexus requires of it; enraging because so many have submitted to it before a gun is put to their head.
Because the government-corporate nexus – because a sign – says so.
But also enlightening. I told my young friend that when he sees the face of a woman, that’s a woman to approach. It is almost a mathematical certainty this woman will be a strong woman, one with a brain – who uses it. Who doesn’t just do as she’s told because she was told to do it. Who defies those who try to tell her what to do when what she’s being told she must do is loathsome or idiotic or both, as is the case with walking around wearing a filthy bandana over your face.
Think of the time you’ll save – and the pratfalls you’ll avoid. Before Diapering became the in thing you had to go out on several dates to begin to get-to-know who were dating and what you might be in for. Sometimes, it took longer. Sometimes, you didn’t find out until after the Honeymoon – by which time, it’s too late.
Or at least, too late to get out without cost.
People could hide their baseness. Thanks to Sickness Pyschosis, they no longer can. They wear their defectiveness. It is a kind of truth-in-advertising much needed among the young and single.
Particularly now – because of what’s in store.
Diapering is just a prequel. The conditioning of the herd to keep its head down and travel in an orderly manner down the chute. Which the Diapered will do, having already shown they’ll do anything the government-corporate nexus says, just because it said so.
You do not want to hitch your wagon to such a person. When push comes to shove, they will shove you.
But a woman – or a man – who refuses to put on that got-damned Diaper has already shown you who they’ll shove. And it won’t be you. The person whose face you can see when you can’t see anyone else’s is a person you want to know – even if you don’t want to date them.
They are islands of comforting sanity in a sea of roiling neurosis.
But they could also be someone else – the right person not just to date but to pair up with for the times ahead. Having someone sane and steady – who isn’t easily controlled by fear; who does not listen to TeeVee. And who has your back, just as you’ve got theirs. That’s worth a Brink’s truck full of gold double eagle coins vs. someone with pert breasts and a great smile . . . if you could see it underneath that got-damned Diaper she’s wearing.
Plus, you can actually touch her. Without her freaking out – and breaking out the hand sanitizer.
Sickness Psychosis has made it much simpler to find a quality person; like double eagle gold coins and snow leopards, it’s just that there aren’t that many of them around.
But hasn’t that always been the case?
Now, you just see it better.
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