Today, a sad Diaper Report.
Ive been excommunicated from the coffee shop Sweet Donkey in Roanoke that Ive been going to (and spending money at) for the past five years or so, to the tune of several thousand dollars.
Which business the Donk just lost, by telling me the only way Ill be served inside henceforth is to join the Sickness Cult or at least, pretend to by assuming the uniform the Face Diaper of a member.
If not, I must assume the status of second-class citizen like coloreds once upon a time and for similarly arbitrary, vicious reasons.
I will only be served remotely, curbside by a cultist in a Diaper, of course.
I told the baristas that I wont be back. Nicely; I know them both and know they are only doing what their boss tells them they must.
Perhaps because she believes she must. To placate the sick in the head; to appease the sick for power (i.e., the government which is using fear of sickness to increase its power to essentially limitless).
Still, its sad.
For me and for them, though maybe they dont care. I have no way of knowing what they really think. I do know that, on my end, I have lost a familiar hang-out to hysteria. As I have also lost a number of friends, to the same sickness.
But they dont see it.
They see me an Undiapered as both a threat and a reproach.
Threat angst is the DSM definition of mental illness. The sufferer is afraid without reason, like the neurotic who dreads bridges because there might be a troll underneath.
In normal times, such poor people their fear is real would be treated gently to the extent reasonable. But unreasonable measures for example, closing every bridge, establishing a safety perimeter around it to keep the trolls at bay or rather, so as to make the troll-phobe feel less angst about the possible presence of trolls would never be accepted.
These days, theyre being imposed.
To make people whove been deranged by fear over sickness feel better. It doesnt matter that the measures are unreasonable, degrading and most of all, unnecessary. People arent dying outside of nursing homes and that dirty bandana around your face isnt doing anything palliative. It is obedience theater, nothing more.
Such rational considerations do not assuage the neurotic. The inability to understand rational considerations defines the neurotic who doesnt see that its himself who is sick.
If he did see it as some neurotics, like the comedian Howie Mandel do he would not insist others pantomime his bizarre repertoire, as by endlessly washing hands, steering clear of all human contact and wearing a Face Diaper.
Howie knows hes sick. It makes him a lot less sick than the people were now confronted with all around us.
The Diaper Decreers either dont know they are sick or do, in which case its even sicker since theyre willing participants in the PTSDing of America; the propagation of pervasive fear, whose flip side is obedience. The object seems to be to terrify people and to shame the people who arent terrified.
To make them play along using threats of systematic excommunication from . . . everything.
Which brings up the dark other side of this neurotic necrosis the desire to make the Undiapered suffer. I must Diaper or feel I must isnt sufficient. Everyone must Diaper.
It doesnt matter whether youre actually sick. One must pretend play kabuki or leave.
It also doesnt matter, apparently, that I was just about the only Donk customer who showed up practically every day during the weeks of the totalitarian lockdown, when no one other than essential people the people with power to declare themselves such were allowed loathsome verbiage to be anywhere other than at home.
Some of you will recall my daily Corona Reports all filed from the parking lot of the Donk, where I was often the only person there other than the baristas. I made it a point to go there and spend extra money there. Not that my $10 or so was going to keep the Donks doors open but rather in the hope that by showing up in defiance of the decrees of the Gesundheitsfuhrers, others might and together wed keep the doors open.
I was willing to risk going to jail for the Donk for the principle that I have a right to get a cup of coffee and they have the right to serve it to me, if were both agreeable. I was and am on their side.
It is heartbreaking to discover they arent on mine. All I wanted today was an another cup of coffee. Without having to play kabuki.
Kabuki is now mandatory the Donks policy.
Whether its because they really believe and fear or have given in to the pressure it amounts to the same thing. I could, I suppose, have threatened to sic a Better Call Saul on the Donk over ADA violations.
Not my style because Im not a thug. Unlike the Diaperers, who are. Because theyre not content to just Diaper themselves. All must Diaper so as to give the impression that Diapering is essential as well as virtuous and those who dont, well
So Ill be filing my next report from another venue which will get the business the Donk just lost.
And just maybe Ill make some new friends, too.
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