Yesterday I attempted to buy some booze at the government-controlled monopoly distribution outlet, the ABC store. The acronym stands for Alcoholic Beverage Control and it does what it says.
It controls the alcohol.
In Virginia, you can only buy alcohol stiffer than beer or wine at a state-controlled dispensary, the ABC store. And the state has decreed no sales to the Undiapered. But I almost succeeded and would have had it not been for a Corona Karen – not an employee of the store but a Sickness Psychotic who happened to be in the store as I entered, ignoring the Diapers muss sein sign.
The guy behind the counter greeted me in a friendly way and I headed directly toward the aisle where the whiskey is, needing some to take my mind off the spectacle of weaponized Michael Jacksons everywhere.
And then I heard . . . her.
The sound of mental illness, formerly confined to places for the treatment of such pitiful creatures. Who have become dangerous because they are on the loose – and people listen to them.
The Diapered Karen – middle-aged, wearing Hillary stretch pants – loudly uluated to the guy behind the counter that an Undiapered was present and what about the sign? Whereupon the guy behind the counter’s demeanor changed. He told me I had to Diaper to stay – or must leave.
I left – but wish I hadn’t. Because I don’t think I was breaking any laws. “Guidelines” issued by Gesundheitsfuhrers (and Coonmen) are not laws, and I doubt enforceable. It might have been interesting to take up the challenge.
But we live in interesting times and I had made the error of driving into town in my old truck with its almost as old registration and out-of-date inspection sticker, my having gotten sick of paying the “fee” associated with the former and not having had time to deal with the latter. If I’d had a registration-up-to-date press vehicle and my camera – which I had left at home this time – I might have stuck around.
Instead, I just left – telling the literally cringing Corona Karen who had backed up into a corner and drawn herself up as if about to be attacked that I was sorry she’s neurotic and ought to consider therapy on my way out.
The good news is that the government doesn’t control all the booze. A friend – a fellow Undiapered – knows where to get some that’s made by people who are not the government and do not sell their product through government dispensaries or anywhere else that involves cash registers and IDs, let alone Diapers.
So, it’s good news in a lemons and lemonaid way. I will never buy booze at a government dispensary again. Instead, I will buy it from people who cut the government out of having anything to do with the transaction – and support them thereby, and starve the state thereby.
ABC stores are tax stores. Booze in VA is more expensive than in most states, where you can buy it at non-government dispensaries. Because the state has a monopoly, which it enforces with the usual violence – and because it’s the only legal place to buy booze other than beer or wine, you get to pay what the state says, plus tax (as Elvis used to say).
Lots of it – as opposed to not a cent of it, when buying . . . privately.
It takes some mental reorienting – motivated by the mental illness of society – to decouple from the traditional, previously normal habits. But this is a good thing, in the long run. It is a way back to sanity, via decentralization. The less we have to do with anything the government has control over, the less control the government has over us.
Next stop that day was Kroger, where the Diapering was as pervasive but not as enforced. This store relies on social pressure rather than overt pressure to get people to perform Sickness Kabuki.
At any rate, I was almost alone Undiapered. Except for one woman I found surreally experiencing a walk amongst the walking dead. I always stop to speak with such people these days because it is so important to let them know they aren’t crazy – by confirming they aren’t the only sane one in the store. In every instance, the people I’ve approached have been voluble – and awake.
They get it. They know all about Sickness Kabuki – and aren’t interested in performing it. And they’re alarmed and appalled by the spectacle of so many people willing to perform it.
These people who’ve put on the Diaper haven’t been forced to. They’ve been told to. That’s all. And because they’ve been told, they do.
What will such people do when they are forced to to do other things? Will it even be necessary to threaten them with something heavier than social pressure and Goebbelsian signs?
The sad answer is – probably not.
America hasn’t been the land of the free for quite some time. Because it long ago ceased being the home of the brave.
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