How fitting that today’s Diaper Report should fall on the anniversary of another assault on the freedom Americans once had – taken away from them on the basis of a hysterically exaggerated and probably confected threat used to berate them into submitting to disgusting humiliation rituals at the airport, supposedly to “keep them safe” but actually intended to get them used to being treated like cattle rather than human beings with rights which the government was obliged to respect.
Well, they got used to being treated like cattle at the airport and so it isn’t surprising that many didn’t object to being treated like diseased cattle by grocery stores, coffee shops, gyms and so on.
This time in order to “keep them healthy” – notwithstanding the obvious fact that almost everyone already is healthy – or at least, not sick – and the used-to-be-understood fact that those already not-healthy are already sick and thus inclined to become more so.
Nonetheless, just as everyone who enters an airport is assumed to be a trrrrist and treated as such, absent any reason to believe they actually are a trrrrist – so also healthy people are now assumed to be sick and treated as such . . . by people who are sick in the head.
Because that is the messaging – to use the PR term – being purveyed by the entities which determine what many people think, precisely because they do not. Rather, they view – and then repeat.
Whatever the TeeVee TelePrompter readers recite, they regurgitate – a kind of bovine amen chorus at a distance.
Wear a Mask. We are all in this Together. Stop the Spread. The human Moo.
Many people are afraid to not Moo – because they fear the reaction of the human cattle around them. Herds are dangerous.
But there are still human beings out there. And don’t assume everyone who has a Diaper on wants to have a Diaper on – or that you can’t pass through a door that has Sickness Stalin signage on it in bold type refusing entry to the Undiapered.
Many people wear the Diaper under duress; it is a matter of reluctantly (and often, intermittently) wearing the thing in order to keep one’s job or refusing outright and losing one’s job. The signs are there in all cases because of the government – because of the Gesundheitsfuhrers – but in some cases, the owners of the doors these signs are plastered all over despise the signs and hope you will ignore them.
As I discovered to my great delight yesterday when I visited my new dentist, who shall remain safely anonymous for reasons that should be obvious. I only publicize the identities of the capos of our time – the businesses who eagerly enforce all the decrees of the Gesundheitsfuhrers. They deserve nothing but contempt – and public opprobrium.
(Note the old Diaper thrown away like used rubber at 26 seconds into the video above; disgusting used Diapers are everywhere.)
Anyhow, as readers of these Diaper Reports already know, my old dentist – Huffman & Kreger of Roanoke – excommunicated me for refusing to join the Sickness Cult for the duration of the 10 yard walk from the check-in desk to the dentist’s chair. This despite my being obviously and medically not sick (they took my temperature; though why they bothered with this medical measure of sickness is beyond me since a normal reading didn’t excuse me from putting on the assumed-to-be-sick garb of sickness, i.e., the Face Diaper).
After more than ten years of going through their doors, I was shown the door. Well, good riddance. It is sound policy to avoid being treated by pathological (or poltroonish) people.
And it’s good news – because I found a new door to walk through, right past the Sickness Stalin signs decreeing in bold face type that DIAPERS MUSS SEIN! EINTRITT VERBOTEN!
A friend told me about this dentist. That – low voices, now – he doesn’t push the Diaper, even though he is forced to have the signs on his door. That if you just walk through the door and act like a normal person, you will be treated normally.
And so it was. I entered – I could almost hear the silent screaming of those signs – and walked right up to the desk and had a very normal conversation with the check-in lady, who had her Diaper very much askew. The Undiapered learn to recognize one another this way, as Masons do via the secret handshake.
She said nothing about my Undiaperedness. And neither did the dentist when I came in for my appointment. The bad news is I am going to need a new crown – but the excellent news is that I will be getting it without submitting to it . . . well, the Diapering. There’s not much choice about the rest.
I had a similar and same day experience at Sam’s. The same Sickness Stalinist signs – screaming silently as I walked right past them. And there were others within who had done the same. We smiled at one another, confirming our mutual sanity.
The summary for this Diaper Report is that – in my area, at least – Diapering is losing steam, though the Diaper signage has become over-the-top belligerent. Probably because the Gesundheitsfuhrers know people are defying their “mandates” and “guidelines,” as they should be doing.
Sickness Psychosis can be understood as a kind of revivification of Prohibition – this time, the prohibition being directed at sanity rather than the consumption of alcohol. The zealots are dangerous, then and now – but there are more sane people than you may think, which is what the zealots don’t want you to think. By pressuring everyone to Diaper. This is how they make it look like everyone is a zealot.
But if you just ignore the signs – and behave normally – you will find there are other normal people out there, too.
But keep it on the down low for now.
Until sanity spreads sufficiently to go public.
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