The Lodal-Trash Time

 Fore-Word:

In this new dystopian world we live in, where the Nazi Playbook is in play, and history is repeating itself, Donald J. Trump has decided that in order to save even more money, he must order the disposal of ALL of the disabled people that can't work and usually these people wear diapers full time. He also wrote the wording of the orders for forced disposal of the disabled, to be forced to wear diapers for three months, 24/7 prior to their disposals and then during the entire disposal process. 

Version-2

I stood at the curb, that balmy, summer morning,

watching as the manual side loading Lodal Evo trash truck with a recycling hopper for glass, a hopper for cardboard, and the usual hopper for trash only, pull up in front of me and stopped. Two people jumped out of the cab, one on the right side walked right over to the nearest 97 gallon trash toter, filled up with my wet, unrolled cloth and disposable diapers, and began to take it over to the tote-tipper preparing to empty my clean and dirty diapers into the hopper while the woman walked around the front of the trash truck, to start helping load the hopper with the trash bags sitting beside the cans. The man simply looked me over from head to the with a scowel and a glare as he grabbed the first of four totes, before the woman had came around to toss the bags into the truck.

Trash Woman: Hi. How are you?

Diapered Man: I could be better…..

Trash Woman: (bending over to grab the top trash bag on the pile) I am sorry to hear that. I hope the rest of your day goes better. How come you are wearing a diaper?

Diapered Man: Because……I wet my pants and the bed if I don't so my caregiver makes me wear them but now, the state cut me off of all of my benefits and told my state caregiver to dispose if me!

Trash Woman: That is TOO bad! Sorry that you have to go through that. (The trash woman picks the bag up and tosses it through the air and it lands into the hopper on top of the pile of loose cloth and disposable diapers that the trash man had just emptied)

Trash Man: (To his female co-worker) Is he being disposed of???

Trash Woman: Yes, he is.

Trash Man: Get him into the hopper then finish tossing the rest of the bags, we still have 200 stops to go.

Trash Woman: OK, sure thing.

The trash woman grabs the thickly diapered man by his left forearm and forcefully guides him over to the side of the hopper as the trash man wheels the next full trash toter over closer to the hopper but before he could empty the trash, he had to help load the thickly diapered man into the hopper first.

Diapered Man: Hey! Let go of me! Are you going to compact me right away?

Trash Woman: (to her co-worker) Could you help load him into the hopper? He doesn’t seem to want to get in on his own.

Trash Man: (coming over to load the thickly diapered man into the hopper) sure……

(The trash man grabs the diapered man by his right arm and his right leg)

Ready? On three…..one………..two………thrrrreeeee!!!!

The trash man and his female co-worker lift the thickly Diapered an up and put him into the hopper onto his back on top of the load of loose, unbagged clean and wet, unfolded cloth and disposable diapers that the trash man had just emptied into the hopper. Then the trash man walked back over to the second full 97 trash toter and then positioned it on the tote tipper before activating the tipper to empty the trash into the hopper.

Thickly Diapered Man: NOOOO! I don't wanna be in here!!! UUUH!

Trash Woman: (laying her side of the diapered man's body down and letting go) Too bad! You’re trash now!

Trash Man: OK, toss the rest of the bags in while I finish dumping this toter and the other two then we can go to the next stop.

The trash man hooked the full trash toter bin to the tipper and then as the can rose into the air, the trash bags, packs of unopened disposable diapers, wads of formerly wet cloth diapers, loose, clean disposable diapers, spilled out into the hopper, raining down upon the thickly diapered man still curled up now in the nearly fetal position in the hopper.

Diapered Man: HEEEEY!!! Let….me……out please! I wanna get out now! Can I?

Suddenly the trash man pushes the red compactor button and the compactor roars into action!

The compactor slides underneath the thickly diapered man but a corner of the packer blade catches on his leg elastics of his thick diaper and flips the man over more and turns him around as the packer releases the snag during its continued advancement cycle. As the compactor blade began to retract, the trash bags, loose diapers, packages of diapers and the wad of formerly wet cloth diapers and old plastic pants and the diapered man began to fall down into the now empty hopper in a heap.

Diapered Man: Do you HAVE to compact me? Careful please! My diaper almost ripped that last time!

Neither the trash woman nor the trash man said another word as the second cycle started to push the diapered man and his diapers against all of the other trash that had been compacted in the hopper.

The trash woman continued to toss the remaining trash bags into the hopper on top of the moving and cycling packer blade as the trash man emptied the last trash toter into the hopper before the trash man pushed the packer button again and then motioned for the trash woman to either get back into the cab or walk to the next stop right next door.

24 hours before………

It was 6:30 am and Theresa, Peter's caregiver, had just came on shift after the night caregiver had met with Theresa to sync up reports from nights to mornings. Once Theresa was finished preparing the daily nursing chart, she walked into Peter's room and over to his safety bed. She gently and softly began to take the side down as she always did at this hour, to begin Peter's morning diaper change.

Theresa: Good morning sweetie, it's diaper change time.

Peter: (Yawning and stretching) It's morning already?

Theresa: Yes sweetie, and it's going to be a nice, warm day out today. Would you like to go outside?

Peter: Yes, I would.

Theresa: After your diaper change, you can go outside for a while….I have to clean out your diaper pantry and throw away your old cloth diapers and any old clean disposable diapers that are left over.

Peter: NOOOO! Don't throw my...clean, comfy disposable diapers away! It's a waste! 

Theresa: Honey, look....I have to throw all of your things away. Everything you have is...well, disposable, including you. It doesn't matter if your diapers are clean or not, the trash men don't care one way or the other....nor do the transfer station workers or the landfill workers which is....where you and all of your diapers are going. 

Peter: But, BUT......WHY...am I being disposed of too? Do the trash men care...if I am in the trash...wearing only my diapers? 

Theresa: Actually, NO....they don't. See....since you no longer have any healthcare, and you no longer have any government assistance, the...current President has enacted a special program, that forces us to dispose of anyone that is disabled, diapered, unable to work. Historically, there was another program like it...called the Aktion T4 Program in Germany. The goal of the Nazi Euthanasia Program was to kill people with mental and physical disabilities. In the Nazi view, this would cleanse the “Aryan” race of people considered genetically defective and a financial burden to society. e goal of the Nazi Euthanasia Program was to kill people with mental and physical disabilities. In the Nazi view, this would cleanse the “Aryan” race of people considered genetically defective and a financial burden to society. That's why I am disposing of you and all of your diapers. 

Peter: So...I don't have a choice? The...government wants me to be diapered then disposed of? 

Theresa: Yes hon, they do. The government is forcing me to throw you and your diapers away. They have paid for the trash service, they have paid for your diapers, they have paid for the entire disposal process so that I won't have to. They don't want the high costs of your care on them....no my income. It's just the way it is. The New Government even wants children to be disposed of! They don't care! Our government doesn't care how old or young you are...they just want to get rid of you. I can't WAIT to dispose of you and your diapers! NOT having to diaper you any more will be a big relief! The current President has ordered that you be disposed of. I don't have any choice and nor do you. 

Peter: When you put me into the...diaper disposal trash can with all of my wet cloth and disposable diapers, will I still be able to get diaper changes? 

Theresa: NO, you won't. It doesn't matter if your diapers are wet or not for disposal though we do prefer that they are nice, wet and squishy for the compactor. 

Peter: How long will I be in the trash with all of my diapers? 

Theresa: Well, until the can fills up then either daddy or I will take the trash out with you in it and then you will be outside, waiting for the nice...stinky trash truck to come and the nice trash men to empty all of your clean and wet diapers and trash into their truck. 

Peter: Do...I have a choice of what I wear for disposal? 

Theresa: Well, it doesn't matter what you are wearing when it's time for disposal, however, if you want to wear a particular diaper or not wear your onesies, that's fine. I DO have to tell you though, there will be a doctor and a nurse coming by to see you before you are able to b e disposed of. Until then, all I want you to do is use up as many of your diapers as you can....

Peter: Do...I...HAVE to? I don't want my nice, soft, comfy cloth pre-fold diapers and all of my leftover packs of plastic-backed disposable diapers to be disposed of! PLEASE don't throw them and I away! 

Theresa: Look! I...told you......you and I have NO choice! I HAVE....to throw you and all of your...diapers, onesies, diaper bags and toys away! Besides, I can't afford to take care of you any more and this is what is best for you. Accept it! You are being disposed of, like it...or NOT! 

Peter: Can I at least.....save up my wet diapers for disposal so that they and I can be thrown away together? 

Theresa: I don't see a problem with that.  Besides, it won't matter one way or the other. You are going to be disposed of with all your diapers anyway. 

Peter: Are you...going to toss my diapers into my crib with me until it's time for my disposal? 

Theresa: Yeah, sure...I don't care. Do what you want with your diapers, they ARE....your diapers after all. 

Peter: Do...I have to go into one of the four 96 gallon toters full of my diapers until the trash truck comes? 

Theresa: Yes...you do. All of your diapers and you have to go into one of the trash toters! It's where ALL trash goes! 

Peter: Why Mom, are you throwing away my packs of my clean disposable diapers and all of my freshly washed cloth pre-fold diapers? 

Mom: Be...cause.....we won't need them after the trash men take you, and you aren't going to need them where you're going.