Diaper Report

Guest Post by Eric Peters

A final report for this year – on the cusp of the new.

And the news isn’t good.

A visit to Kroger yesterday confirms what I saw a few days prior at Earth Fare, subject of my last Diaper Report.

Diapering is on the rise, again.

Because the cases! the cases! are on the rise, again. Just like the last time, these “cases” are nothing more than a positive result – on the same dodgy tests conceded to be dodgy by those who used them, last time, to create the perception of a “pandemic” by making it seem as though practically everyone was getting sick and (unsubtle hint) likely soon to be dead.

“Pandemic” in air-fingers quotes for the same reason that “cases” are in air-fingers quotes; that being to emphasize and ridicule the disingenuous ridiculousness of these terms, as they have been misused.

A pandemic used to mean widespread death, not widespread positive tests. Or fleeting and usually – almost always – not fatal illness. The new meaning means that testing positive for colds – like the Moronicon “variant,” for instance – qualify as “pandemics.” Which is politically useful as it keeps the population in perpetual fear of catching a cold.

Something that can never be prevented.

A “case” used to mean an acute condition of some kind serious enough to require medical care. If you were in the hospital – or under a doctor’s care – you were a case.  Now you are a “case” if you take a test that says you’re “positive” – even if (as in most cases) you are fine.

Well, physically fine.

Mentally is another matter.

Millions aren’t sick – and literally almost no one has died from the Moronicon “variant” – but tens of millions are once again terrified of getting sick; of catching a cold that appears to be even less likely to kill 99.8-something percent of them than the Mark I ‘Rona.

But the cases the cases!

And so it goes, again. The chins looking like the ball sacks of speedo-wearing EuroGuidos, again. The same idiotic kabuki of putting on a “mask” pulled from a box that used to say right there on the side of the thing that the things within did not prevent the wearer from breathing in or breathing out the ‘Rona or any other respiratory contagion.

Until the makers of the things in the box stopped printing that warning on the side of the box. Their legal department likely having warned them that it might occur to someone to sue them for false advertising. But the stores continue to have these boxes by their entrance doors.

How long before they once again have signs plastered on the doors, requiring the performance of kabuki – again – in order to enter?

That may not even be necessary, this time.

The first time, it was – because too many people wouldn’t perform the expected kabuki, voluntarily. The ratio of performance artists – sickness cosplayers – to normal people was roughly 50-50 and that wouldn’t do. It made the performers look as pathetic as those people who dress up like Klingons outside of Star Trek conventions.

Enter “mandated” kabuki. When everyone looked as pathetic as people walking around dressed up like Klingons outside of Star Trek conventions it took on the patina of the New Abnormal.

Then came salvation – in the form of the shots. Which people lined up to take, in order to take off their “Klingon” outfits, on the assumption that, at last, they’d be immune from Rigelian Fever.  It’s what these cosplayers – these Sickness Bronies –  were told they’d get if they got the shot.

Which became shots, as it became clear the last shot didn’t “work” – in the sense that it (they) did not provide immunity.

So get another shot! It might make you feel better.

Maybe the Face Speedos will help – even though they didn’t, the last time. Even though they don’t – because they can’t. This has been openly conceded recently by some of the same people who insisted – last time – that they did help. Indeed, that it was absolutely necessary for everyone to wear something over their face – even a speedo – so long as it covered their face.

So long as it made their face look like the bulging ball sack of a speedo-wearing EuroGuido.

The look being the thing.

Well, it looks like here we go again. Only this time, they’re wearing their Chin Speedos voluntarily. No “mandates” have issued – at least not in my state – and no one is barred from entry for not being a Sickness Bronie.

But the sickness impels them to cosplay.

Will it ever end?

It sure doesn’t look like it will.

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