Diaper Report

Guest Post by Eric Peters

Many of us who never got dragooned to kill or be killed in the rice paddies of Vietnam now have an inkling of what PTSD means.

After a year of being remote-imprisoned, denied interaction and denied service all of a sudden, everything is kinda-sorta opening up. One feels as if one has been let out of prison.

Which is exactly what has happened. Only we were never convicted of anything.

It feels weird to just walk into stores again – after nearly a year of not being able to.

The same stores that were closed – to the sane – as recently as a few weeks ago. The stores where you had to walk past a gantlet of threatening signs – No Diaper, No Entry! – and had to gird yourself for the possibility of an attack (verbal, usually – physical, possibly) by a sickness psychotic enraged by your failure to “practice” sickness kabuki.

Even if that didn’t materialize, the sight of Face-Effaced Freaks everywhere – even alone, in their cars – had become so oppressive one stopped being aware of just how much. After months and months of it, unrelenting.

What was funny, initially, morphed into sad and then, angry.

Eventually, it just became incredibly depressing. To know how sick the country had become.

You didn’t want to see it anymore, much less deal with it. So you stayed home even if you didn’t have to.

It is unnerving to see people whose faces you cannot see. You cannot read people when you cannot see their faces. You naturally wonder what is wrong with them – and what they are up to.

There is a reason why – until hypochondria was weaponized – people with “masks” on (outside of an operating room)were always regarded as suspicious. If you saw one enter a bank, it was safe to assume a robbery was in progress. Hence it being formerly illegal to wear a “mask” in a bank – and alarming, almost anywhere else where there isn’t an operation in process.

If you saw someone wearing a “mask” while out walking, you immediately assumed they were ill  . . . in the head.

But then, the sight of such Freaks became the “norm.”

Add the ritual humiliations applied to the normal. The injunctions to regard others – and be regarded, by them – as a pustulating leprous sink of sickness. The wary looks from the scary eyes above those Diapers. The way people would back away – or plaster themselves up against the wall – to avoid passing too close to you, if you had the effrontery to show your face.

The petty harassment – often administered by teenage clerks – at these stores. The way businesses began to treat customers as supplicants, begging to be allowed to buy something.

Now, in most parts of the country, it seems to be over – or at least, receding. In my area – SW Virginia – the big chains like Lowes and Home Depot have taken down the Stalinist signs regarding the mandatory wearing of Face Effacers. Even Aldis – the supermarket chain, which (like Trader Joes) was a “hot spot” of sickness psychosis just a few weeks ago – has ceased attempting conversion by the sword (or the closed doors).

This is welcome. But it is also . . . weird. It feels like coming home again after a tour in the shit. Stallone’s Rambo.

DeNiro’s Deer Hunter.

You walk up to those doors still expecting them to be closed – and for someone to say something. You are ready for action. The adrenaline flows, muscles tighten.

There are still many Face-Effacing Freaks about but noticeably fewer of them and the general ambiance of oppression is losing its puissance.

But that heavy feeling lingers. It is likely to last for awhile, too. How long does it take to “get over” being forced to walk through a minefield? To be shot at by strangers – and forced to shoot back, in order to stay alive?

PTSD is just as real as sickness psychosis. It is going to take the country a long time to recover from both, if it ever does.

The damage done to kids may never be undone. Abuse at a young age tends to imprint. It is why the saying, attributed to Jesuit fanatic Ignatius Loyola, about a child being his for life if he had him for the first ten years of his life.

In this case, it may have taken only about 12 months. How do you undo the trauma inflicted on kids forced into social isolation and hectored to regard not only other kids but everything they come into contact with out in the world as something that just might kill them?

It was only about 12 months ago that this sort of treatment would have been considered actionable child abuse by the same government that wheeled about and made it the New Abnormal – and actionable to not abuse a kid in this manner.

Those responsible for all of this ought not to be able to just shrug and walk away from what they have done. The economic – and emotional – damage they have caused. When they knew better – which is the same as saying they knew just what they were doing.

It was intentional.

But rather than burn in Hell, they’ve made bank. Including the several new billionaires of Big Pharma. Including the “sexiest man alive,” Dr. Fauci – who has made bank, both monetary and otherwise.

And most of all, the Orange Fail.

The one man who might have been able to stop Dr. Fauci but and treat sickness psychosis but chose not to. Who chose instead to promote the mass injection of healthy people with the “vaccine” he glories in having brought to Americans at “warp speed.”

May their guilt rest heavily on their shoulders.

Of course, that presumes they have a conscience. And by now, we ought to know better than that.

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