Guest Post by Eric Peters
I had a chat today with the owner of my gym and one of her staffers about Diapering – which my gym does not impose (people are free to Diaper, if they wish – which is how it ought to be).
She is worried that the state – Virginia – will require Diapering, even though no one is required to enter her gym. That simple solution, of course, has been essentially outlawed and a long time ago, when the state (when the Feds) decreed free association a crime and private property a “public accommodation.” When bars were forced to forbid smoking because people who were free to not breath the air in the bar sicced the government on them – and their patrons, who wanted to smoke – the groundwork was laid for forcing people to Diaper for the sake of those not forced to enter.
Probably 99 percent of the gym’s members aren’t interested in Diapering – as evidenced by their not doing so. But the possibility exists that because a handful of sickness psychotics – who are free to find another gym more to their Diaper’d liking – do not like this, the state will decree Diapering for all.
It’s more than just that, actually.
As I’ve written about previously, the current push for Universal Diapering is meant to create a visual. of lockstep uniformity; that everyone is a sickness psychotic; that sickness psychosis isn’t an illness.
The Undiapered are a visual rebuke; the sight of them also could encourage others to take off their Diaper – or not wear one to begin with.
And that is very dangerous, indeed.
At any rate, I told the owner that I – and many others – are willing to back her up if the state tries to force her to try to force us to Diaper (which we won’t). She is worried, of course, that the state may rescind her license to transact business. I suggested that in that case, there won’t be much business left to do – that there is no longer anything left to lose – and that I (and others) will, if it comes down to it, literally stand with her and come what may.
Let the state sic its goons on us as well as her.
That will not be a good visual.
And the state might blink. Even if not, there comes a time when one has no choice but to stand up to bullies – even at the risk of a beating.
For the sake of our dignity – and perhaps a great deal more.
Addendum: I am typing this report from the coffee shop I frequent almost daily – Undiapered – without any hassles. Next stop, Kroger – also sans Diaper.
Tally ho!
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Go everywhere without a mask. If someone says something, tell them you have a health issue. Did everyone see the video TC(?) posted the other day? Even Wally world makes exception for health issues. Do it.
I don’t see how anyone could possibly work out with a mask on. I can barely spend 10 minutes with one on just standing before I feel a bit lightheaded from the re-breathing.
I still can’t wrap my head around their convoluted logic. If you think wearing a mask is good for you, then do it. If I don’t wear one, and you want to wear one, then what is the problem? If you are truly, truly convinced that mask help “stop the spread” (utter BS) and you have your mask on, then shouldn’t you be OK? Isn’t your safety you are concerned about? Because I seriously do not, will not, nay CANNOT believe it’s about MY SAFETY. The only people who care about my safety is me, my mother, and most times my dad. If a stranger says it, it’s a lie. They know it, and I know it. Extrapolate that out into the “government” which encompasses people who have never met me, been to my house, eaten a meal with me, then that, ladies and gentlemen, is mendacity on an epic scale.
Of course it’s the never-ending BS like being “polite” (not my problem or job), making others feel “safe” (also not my problem), or “following the law” (not a law, nice try), “for the children” (that’s rich) or “not wanting to kill old people” (last time I checked I never killed anyone, but lord give me strength I fight the urge daily in these the most craziest of times). I feel like that last one makes me seem like Brad Pitt in Inglorious Basterds…but now we are just running around without masks breathing on senior citizens all thug-life.
I just don’t wear one when I go into any store. And I have gotten ZERO blow back. I see people in the parking lot of my local Chopper of Prices. Slumped shoulders, red, sweaty faces. Dead eyes. Pushing their carts, totally beaten behind those masks. I walk with a spring in my step, fully oxygenated! Smiling! I look at people in the eye and SMILE my widest, toothiest, mask-free grin. I grab my cart, sans gloves, and breeze right by the sanitizing wipe station, nary a care in the world for that pesky virus. Why? Why would I do such a reckless thing you might ask? Am I crazy? Off my meds? A thrill seeker?
No dear reader. I am none of those. I am however, a grown-ass woman. I am not obese. I do not smoke. I am not undergoing chemotherapy. Or on immunosuppressant drugs. My Vitamin C levels would make an orange swoon. I go outside, in the SUN! I glory in it’s UV rays while it activates my body to produce Vitamin D. I drink water. I eat fresh veggies straight from my garden. I avoid fast food. I sleep. I also do not watch doom porn in any amounts, which as been shown to cause brain damage. I enjoy a glass of wine or margarita (ok, maybe two). I avoid large, angry crowds with incendiary devices, rocks, bricks, or molotov cocktails, as the Surgeon General has determined fire burns and hard things hurt when thrown at you.
I have no sniffles. Or fever. Or cough. Or aches. I can smell AND taste. So, based on those things, or lack thereof, I conclude, with reasonable confidence, that I AM NOT SICK. And if I have this virus, and it has not made me sick, then I guess my magical immune system has…wait for it….DONE IT’S JOB. Who would have thought that it was possible without a vaccine? I guess miracles will never cease. Signs and wonders really, when the human body does what it was designed to do, without the assistance from some weird guy in California who looks like someone’s creepy basement Uncle.
So thank you, Doctor Short Stuff, and Madam Scarf. I am really, really OK just working this out on my own. I promise I will not seek out and breathe on anyone over 70 if you promise to stop talking. Deal?
There is even a wonderful old advertisement with June Allyson as spokesperson for diapering:
In San Francisco, and other Progtard jurisdictions around the nation, one must wear a face diaper but it is perfectly OK to take a shit in the street? Progress is a funny ( funny how?- fucked up funny) thing in a psychotic world.
Eric, be sure you have the correct change at Kroger. Their sister store, Harris Teeter, lost so much business on East Bay St. that they dumped the company rule that no change would be given. Also, customers would remove an item so the final balance would be a close to 0.99 as possible.
Eric is getting the idea. But there’s more power in a united front. Create a rebels’ speakeasy to strategize.
The time has come when it is better to die on your feet than live on your knees.
Went into a gas station in Bradford yesterday. There was a very obese woman in her 40’s-50’s with two armloads of soda, FunYuns, Hostess snacks, etc at the counter wearing, of course, a mask. She had a small child with her, a beautiful little blonde toddler who was also wearing a mask and when I looked at her and smiled I could see her recoil in fear, her eyes wide as she turned to her jumbo sized mom/grandmom and hid her face from the man with no mask.
I have no idea what kind of long term psychological/emotional issues are bound to develop from this perpetual fear state, but I can’t imagine it’s going to be positive.
First time I felt bad for someone in a mask.