A reader asks a question about the effect of weaponized hypochondria on dating and relationships; I thought it would be of interest to explore this at some length.
How has this Kung Flu affected your relationship? I get my girlfriend’s argument to a point; her parents are 62 and 74, and they’re afraid of this. That said, I refuse to Diaper and her attempts to persuade me fall on deaf ears like my logic and pointing out HCQ and Zinc could help. We’ve been dating for 13 months and now she brings this up, when we’ve done millions of things together and she’s known this whole time I’m not gonna conform. More of a rant, but also curious how other readers relationships have been.
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I was smiled upon the Motor Gods in that I met my girlfriend shortly before the weaponization of hypochondria, in late 2019. She is as militant as I am about not being pressured into joining a strange religious cult – and will not wear the Holy Vestment, nor receive the Holy Anointing . . . no matter what.
We are both absolutely committed to this, come what may – because much worse will come if we bend to this. I emphasize this to everyone I talk with about the Cult and its strange rituals. About the importance of not just going along with it for the sake of being able to shop, hoping it’s a temporary hassle and that life will resume normalcy eventually.
It will not.
I consider it so important to not give an inch on this that I have reconciled myself to never seeing my mother again, because she is imprisoned in an institution that will probably never let me see her again . . . unless I put on that god-damned rag.
Because doing it will mean they have succeeded in leveraging my family against me. Just as they are leveraging people’s work – and their ability to feed their families – against them. As they are using people’s children against them.
It is the most vicious campaign of systematic terror ever visited on the American people – far worse than what was visited upon them in 1861-1865, which was not a psychological war against them. Then, people were destroyed physically. Today, people are being destroyed emotionally – which is ultimately worse because in death there is peace whereas what is being done now amounts to a torture session in perpetuity, contrived by sadists who make Lavrenti Beria seem like a disturbed kid torturing frogs for kicks.
I have friends – including some here – who have told me that their marriages are falling apart because their spouse has been driven into a state of hysteria such that they believe as militantly in the powers of the Holy Rag as furtive eastern European peasants during the Dark Ages believed in the power of gypsy tears worn in a vial around their necks. With the difference being the Holy Rag wearers get hysterical if their spouse does not believe – or wear.
I feel for people who are married – or have kids – and thus face a choice like Sophie’s. I am grateful that I am not married – and don’t have kids – because it means they haven’t got the power over me that they have over married people and people with kids.
I will never allow myself to be gas-lit into performing strange rituals or pressured to pretend I agree with doctrines I do not agree with. So, to get back to your original question, I would not diaper for my mom, or my girlfriend – for anyone.
If – per your question – my girlfriend’s parents expressed fear I might have a sickness I have not got then that is their problem – not mine. If my girlfriend tried to pressure me to wear the Holy Rag for her sake, to make them happy – she would no longer be my girlfriend.
This is not insolence. Nor discourtesy.
I will not be pushed or pressured to do something contrary to my principles. Would you? Putting on the god-damned rag is not the same thing as putting the dog in another room because your girlfriend’s parents are not comfortable around dogs. It is not a common courtesy thing to don the Holy Rag when you do not believe in the psychological sickness it represents. It is a loathsome insistence that you show you agree with their pathology. That you give visual affirmation of agreement with Sickness Psychosis.
That you become a party to it.
This I will not do – for anyone. Not for my own mother. Not for anyone. Because what am I if I give in to it?
Some will say that I have already given in to such things as handing over a portion of my money to the government each year (and every time I buy something) which is to sanction theft – and I suppose that is true. But there is a qualitatively different aspect to this prostrating ourselves before this God of Sickness business.
We are not expected to express agreement with being taxed. Are not required to wear a button or some other article of clothing that says: I love paying my fair share! The god-damned rag is the equivalent of that – and worse, because of the personal degradation it visits on the wearer, who is made to show that he believes he might be a disease-riddled spreader of death and to regard others with suspicious dread that they might be the same.
It’s as disgusting as it is demoralizing as it is despicable.
I am glad I found the woman I am seeing before it became impossible to see the faces of people you might be interested in seeing.
This, by the way, is perhaps the one upside of not-seeing a prospective date’s face; now you know you don’t want to date her (or him). Contrariwise, if you do see their face it shows you they are quality – and worth asking out.
But if I had not found her, I would rather be celibate and friendless than truckle to the wearing of the Holy Rag. For the same reason I would not be a party to any other despicable, loathsome thing, no matter how tempting the company.
Because – as George Washington once said – ’tis better to be alone than in bad company.
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