Diaper Report

Guest Post by Eric Peters

Second chances shouldn’t be missed.

The first chance was, unfortunately.

Our chance – about a year ago – to put stop strips under the runaway tires of the “pandemic” hysteria via mass refusal to perform the sick kabuki of “masking.”

Even in (especially in) the face of “mandates” that we do.

If only   . . . the saddest phrase in the English language  . . . enough of us had done that, then, we wouldn’t be where we are, now.

It would have become unavoidably obvious – people would have literally seen it – that wearing “masks” made of paper or bandana or used granny panties made no difference as regards the prevention of physical sickness. Especially as regards one so benign it doesn’t kill 99.8-something percent of those who acquire it.

It would have made apparent the mental sickness of those who did wear them, willingly.

We would have seen their hypochondria – the psychological illness defined as an obsessive, irrational dread of becoming sick. Often manifested by the  . . . wearing of “masks.”

Perhaps some of them would have seen it, too.

And had second thoughts.

But when almost everyone gave in and put the loathsome devices on, it was as if the stop strips had been yanked off the road and the runaway car’s driver informed that no one was going to try to stop his progress.

Punch it!

And of course, he did.

Wearing an idiotic/pathological “mask” was normalized – while the not-wearing of them was cast as a dangerous act, a reckless expression of disregard for “the pandemic.” Which has become the pretext for the Jabs – to palliate (not cure) it. One thing that didn’t work leading to another – though both of them do work, in other ways.

All of that could have been avoided before it got traction . . .  if only we’d seized the chance  . . . to disregard the visual normalization of fear abounding that created – and maintains – “the pandemic.”

It would have been over by now.

“Masking” would be – as it formerly was – a sign of mental disturbance, the “masked” to be pitied and perhaps steered toward a therapist. It would at any rate have returned to being what it had been, before “the pandemic” – the external manifestation of a major head problem.

A year later and a third to half the country – depending upon which part of the country – is still “masked” – and thus, the entire country is threatened with Jabs. The former made the latter inevitable, even if some could not see that, a year ago – and thought they were (sigh) simply playing along with yet another government-mandated stupidity ritual  – like removing your shoes at the airport – that would be temporary, for the sake of avoiding a conflict that has now become worse in its potentiality.

As always happens when derangement is allowed to run amok.

But now we have a second chance.

To never, ever put a “mask” over our faces again – unless we are doctors performing surgery. Or working a lathe in a wood shop.

Not for the sake of a bag of groceries.

Most certainly not to assuage anyone else’s feelings. That they might be scared is sad – but too bad. Conservatives, above all, must recover their senses – and their balls – about this. Would they give up their right to carry a gun for the sake of assuaging the feelings of people pathologically afraid of guns?

Of course not.

Why is this any different?

A sicko might shoot up a school. Someone might get sick.

So what?

As regards the fact that you haven’t shot up a school – and aren’t sick. Shed the burden of their fears – and thereby, the sick idea of your obligation to assuage them.

Be blatantly social.

Do not stand on those playschool hop-frog six-feet-apart decals applied to the floors of stores in checkout lines. Stand normally close to your fellow humans, to show you aren’t afraid of them – and to show your contempt for the sick rituals these poltroonishly servile stores have been imposing upon us.

Shake hands. Refuse the embarrassing elbow bump, if offered. Smile at the terrorized kids who’ve been fear-trained and guilt-tripped and forced to wear the “mask.” Show them you’re not scared – to try to make them feel brave enough to take the god-damned things off.

Above all, never again.

No “mask” for you – no matter what.

When you get your second chance – which may be coming very soon, courtesy of the just-in-time “Omicron variant” – say, no.[embedded content]

What’s needed now is what we saw in the final scene of “V for Vendetta” – when what looked like the entire population came out in public wearing Guy Fawkes masks, to show their solidarity with “V,” the main character of the movie. With the difference, of course, being that we show our faces – to show we’re not afraid – and to show our utter contempt for them, their “masks” . . . and their Jabs.

It is our last chance, probably, to put the stop sticks back in the path of the runaway car.

If we don’t seize it, we may not get another chance.