Diaper Report

Guest Post by Eric Peters

What are they watching? The people walking around – again – with Diapers over their faces?

It can’t be what they’re seeing – which isn’t (once again) bodies stacking up like cordwood. Nor the faces of others, Undiapered – who for some reason seem to be alarmingly, persistently alive and not sick, even.

But it is hard to see such things when all you see is what’s on TeeVee. There, the “pandemic” continues to metastasize; there, it never waned.

The crisis perpetual.

If, on the other hand, you do not watch TeeVee, it is hard to understand why life refuses to return to a semblance of normal.

Aye, there’s the rub.

If a way could be found to unplug the Diapered from their TeeVees, they would begin to see they’ve been had. They are ok. Their kids are okay. That – perhaps – they can take off the stupid rag and stop looking so stupid.

But in TeeVee they trust, having been programmed to trust it.

The glowing box has become a source of comfort for them – and of ersatz community. It makes them feel they are a part of some great collective, since they assume everyone else is seeing the same things they say – and within the orbit of their circle, this is largely true. Most of these people have shunned those who do not watch – and for that reason, are not part of the collective. Such people are – to them – almost alien in the literal sense. A different, bizarre form of life that just doesn’t get it.

And we view them similarly.

How else can one view strange creatures such as the one I encountered yesterday while transacting my purchase at the supermarket? This being was not only covered facially, its appendages (claws, perhaps?) were likewise garbed in plastic – since its foreign biology had to be protected from any contact with this world’s biology. The thing’s eyes were hidden behind an impenetrable expanse of opaque black plastic, so I could not see whether it regarded me as I regarded it.

I kept my hand on my laser tube, just in case the thing decided to make trouble.

From its vantage point, I was probably equally strange an unsettling. Didn’t I know that a deadly virus was floating in the air, everywhere? How could I be so reckless with my own health – and that of others – by risking facial (and hand) exposure in a public place? It probably shuffled home to relate all of this to its mate, or whatever (however) it is these creatures couple with. One wonders about that, given the dangers – as they regard them – of proximity. Perhaps it is done via an exchange of DNA, carefully washed through a device of some kind, prior to implantation.

The creatures must have learned something from all that TeeVee watching that I and other Earthlings missed – as regards the shifting efficacy of their facial effacers. If one watches them, one will see that they wear them partially, situationally. They must have some kind of special infra-red vision – like an insect’s – that enables them to see “the virus” when it is afoot (and not) and install or remove their facial effacers, accordingly.

Years ago, I watched something that did tell me something. It was the low-rent (but worth every cent) documentary, They Live – starring the late, great WWF wrestler Rowdy Roddy Piper. The plot centers on a construction worker who stumbles on a box full of what appear to be ordinary sunglasses and he takes a pair for himself.

When he puts them on, he sees.

They – the aliens – are everywhere.

The difference – today – is that you don’t need special sunglasses to see the “aliens.” But just as in the movie, they are everywhere.

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