The Riyadh Landfill-Crowned-Prince's Ordered Disposal

The Riyadh Landfill-Crowned Prince's Ordered Disposal 

It was a warm April day in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed arrived at the airport and was immediately greeted by the Saudi Royal Guards. The Guards made Prince Adam go with them after all of his luggage was retrieved. Prince Adam had two entire suitcases full of his medically necessary adult diapers from Northshore Care Supply, as well as three packs of the thick booster pads that go inside for extra absorbency. The Saudi Royal Guards took Prince Adam and all of this luggage to the Saudi Royal Embassy to conduct a mild interrogation. While Prince Adam sat in the Interrogation room, Guards rummaged through all of his suitcases. Finding only diapers, booster pads and clothing, one of the guards brought the suitcases into the room.

Saudi Royal Guard: ما هي حفاضات ومنصات .... .... .... صاحبة السمو الملكي؟  أنت ..... تبلل نفسك مثل طفل صغير؟

Interpreter: The guard said; "What are the Diapers and pads for....your....royal highness? You.....wet yourself like a little baby?"

Prince Adam: Yes.....His Royal Highness DOES! My American mother's side of the family has many, many health problems and this is one of them. It's cause stems from Central and peripheral neurological damage. Tell the guard that!

Interpreter to Saudi Royal Guard: قال ، نعم ..... صاحب السمو الملكي يفعل!  يعاني جانب والدتي الأمريكية من العديد من المشكلات الصحية ، وهذه واحدة منها.  انها سبب ينبع من الضرر العصبي المركزي والمحيطي.


Royal Guard: هل حقا؟  حسنا!  أخبر ...... صاحب ...... صاحب السمو الملكي ..... ..... لدينا ..... مكان مثالي له للبقاء أثناء وجوده هنا في المملكة العربية السعودية.

Interpreter: The guard says..... Really? Well! Tell ......his......royal......highness that.....we have.....a perfect place for him to stay while he is here in Saudi Arabia.

Prince Adam: .......and WHERE would that.....be?


Interpreter: وأين سيكون ذلك .....؟

Royal Guard: واحدة من مراكز الرعاية النهارية لدينا حتى يذهب إلى سلة المهملات مع بقية الحفاضات القذرة!  هو .... يشبه الطفل ... نعامله كطفل قذر!

Interpretor: The guard says: One of our daycares until you go to the trash along with the rest of the dirty diapers! You.... look like a baby......we treat you like a dirty baby!


Royal Guard: يا!  أنت .... مثل هذه الفكرة ..... هل أنت؟  حسنا!  لا أستطيع ..... رائحة ...... ..... ..... الإثارة الخاصة بك!  لن نضيع وقتنا بعد الآن ..... هيا بنا .... وأشياءك .... إلى مراكز الرعاية النهارية المختارة ...... قف ...... أنا ...  .سعيد ..... قف ..... آه ..... هل تجرؤ على أن تكون وقحاً بالنسبة لي؟

Interpretor: Um, the Guards said: OH! you....LIKE that idea.....DO you? Well! I can.....NEARLY......SMELL.....your.....excitement! We shall not waste anymore of our time.....let's get you....and your....things over to the selected daycares......stand up......I....SAID.....stand UP.....AH.....dare you be insolent to me?

Prince Adam: You....ARE....aware of....WHOM I am.....and MY rank?

Interpretor: أنت .... هل .... على علم .... من أنا ..... ورتبتي؟

The Interpretor and the Royal Guard exchange a fury of banter as Adam is led out to a waiting black Sprinter van where he and his things are put in before guards sat on each side of him. The sliding door closed and then the van began to move. It stopped then was on the move again. It slowed a few times, honking at someone here and there before it turned left and went along a bumpy road before stopping. The side door slid open and the Guards forced Adam and his things out.

Interpreter: The Guards say that there are four women there, whom will be taking care of you until the orders to get rid of you come. You are to obey their every command! If they tell you to do something, you do it! They have orders to smack you if you do not. 

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Crushing Time-Version-1

Crushing Time

Version-1

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The scrapyard opened at 7:30 am every weekday morning and opened at 9:00 am Saturdays. It had been prearranged for me to be crushed and shredded inside a vehicle for my death with dignity because the death with dignity bill had passed and within that law, I am able to choose the method in which I use to die. I had told my parents that I wanted to be crushed inside of a vehicle at a junkyard.

My parents heard my desire and they worked with the only one that would take me after they called around to as many junkyards nearby as they could find. This junkyard required signing over my custody to them. Once my parents agreed to do so, the junkyard could do….whatever they wish with me and my things.

The junkyard effectively owned me as their “Property” or moreover, their unwanted property.

This junkyard had family that owned the scrap-yard where the vehicles were taken to get shredded. After some long and detailed phone calls to the scrap-yard, Jenny at this junkyard was able to make arrangements to take me and my diapers. The scrap-yard was simply going to process each vehicle as normal.

Tom and Lucy, were my foster care parents and they along with the state agreed that they didn’t want me any more if it was going to take a lot of care and a lot of money to take care of me once I was bedridden. The junkyard agreed to buy my diapers and I by the weight. John was the scrap metal yard supervisor. He was in charge of making sure that certain vehicles and other metal objects were loaded into each vehicle, and each loaded vehicle was properly crushed and shredded each day. 
John, Jenny and my foster parents had made approved arrangements for me to load a vehicle that they had chosen, with 
all of my adult diapers, size six boxes and packages of diapers, all of my cloth diapers from the two 32 gallon Rubbermaid trash cans and the 96 gallon WM trash can as well as all of the loose disposable diapers from four 100 gallon black trash bags that had also been emptied out into the vehicle. 
I arrived at the junkyard at opening time around 7:30 and dressed in a T-shirt a thick disposable diaper and shoes with no socks. Tom met me at the entrance near the scale.

John: Hi there. I see you're dressed for the occasion Let's get you and all of your.....stuff, over to the vehicle we have ready for ya. Shall we? Oh, this is Jenny. She owns this company and she is going to help load you and everything into the vehicle. 

Me: Nice to meet you Jenny. 
Hey Jenny, how is my crushing going to go exactly? 

Jenny: Well, as soon as we get you nice and comfortably loaded into the vehicle, you will have to wait your turn to be crushed. We have a list of vehicles that we have to crush today and you have 12 vehicles ahead of yours. You probably won't get crushed until near closing time this afternoon. 

Me: So, what happens if I get bored and want to take a nap? 

John: The forklift operator has been told that he is to load the vehicle you're going into, into our crusher no matter what. Once we weigh you and your things, you will belong to the scrap company and then you will get loaded into the crusher in that vehicle and then you and the vehicle will wait it’s turn in the crusher.

Jenny: Come with me and I will have all your things brought to the scale now. The company wants your weight. 
Your mom and dad will sign the document and then I will sign it and then I will get you nice and loaded up into the vehicle with your diapers. May I ask WHY.....you are dressed like that? 

Me: I have severe central and peripheral neurological damage that causes enuresis. 
I have to wear diapers because my nervous system causes me to loose control over my bladder basically.

Jenny: Oh, OK......Well, come stand on the scale with all your diapers for me, stand still OK? 
Jenny gets off the scale and the weight is taken and then a ticket is printed. The scale house attendant hands my foster father a clipboard, a pen and the ticket and shows him where to sign. He signs the ticket and then the scale-house attendant signs. then Jenny comes over, fills out a document with my weight, and description as sell as descriptions of my diapers. Jenny then takes the time to take some pictures of my body to show any scars and birthmarks. Then the scale-house attendant began to take pictures of all of my diapers before adding the pictures to the computer file they just generated. 

Jenny: (Motioning for other workers to come bring all of my diapers to the old Ford Contractor’s panel van across the yard and near the crusher.)
OK, I am going to walk you to the van now where we will load all of your stuff in after you climb in. Do you have everything you need? Is there anything you want before you go in? Is that diaper of yours nice and comfy? It looks wet. 

Me: I WOULD like a couple of bottles of water if.....you have them please.....

Jenny: Sure, I will get those for you after we are done loading the van. Now, once you're in the van, you won't be allowed out. You WILL have to stay put in there the rest of the time. Understood? 

Me: Yes, Understood. What if I want to change my diapers? 

Jenny: You can do that in there. I don't foresee a problem with you changing in there if you want. I personally don't care if your diapers are wet or not! Now, You belong to the scrap company now. They can do what they wish to you and with you. I won't be getting you anything more once you're in the van. 

Me: Before I go in, may I watch you crush a car? I want to know what I can expect. 

Jenny: Um, OK, sure, come with me....
Jenny grabs me by my right arm firmly and brings me over to the side of the crusher that is just now being loaded with the day's first vehicle. I notice that they added two blow-up dolls in the passenger seat and driver's seat so they can show me what it may be like when they crush me in the van.
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I watch intently as the crusher starts and runs, crushing the car. Before the crusher starts, the forklift operator uses his forks to bend the doors in some, then he motions for someone to start the crusher.

Me: Why do they do that with the forks? 

Jenny: It makes the doors bend inwards so that when the crushed cars go onto the trailer, they don't stick out or a door doesn't open and hang off. 

Me: Will they do that to the van? 

Jenny: Maybe, we'll see. 
Jenny and I watch the crush test dummies getting crushed in the car and then I watch them load in another vehicle on top, stacking three vehicles on top of each other in the crusher. 

Me: Jenny, are you going to stack another vehicle on top of the minivan I'm in? 
 
Jenny: Yes, there will be another car, truck or van put on top. That's how we do it. 

Me: How long will it be until the van I'll be in, goes to the shredder? 

Jenny: Oh, right after the last car is crushed, we load them onto a semi flatbed trailer and when that is full, it goes to the shredder right away. They shred everything right until closing time. Then, they start again the next morning. I think your load will be shredded tomorrow morning seeing as how you and the van are being crushed so late. Then again, if we can’t get the van you’ll be in crushed today, we WILL get to it by lunch time tomorrow. OK, now you've seen how your crushing will go, it's time to get you and your things loaded into the mini van. I have one ready for you over here......come with me. I am having your diapers loaded up into the van as we speak so that you'll be nice and ready for crushing in just a little bit. I see that your diaper is wet....would you care to....change it or would you rather stay like that? 

Me: OH....I think I'll stay like this....NO sense in wasting a clean diaper......besides, the clean diapers are going to be in there anyhow.....

Jenny: Good point. 

Jenny leads me over to the van she prepared for me and when we arrive, there are two men taking my packs of diapers and tossing them into the van. Then one of the men grabs one of the large, black trash bags, opens it, and then empties it onto the floorboards of the old Ford contractor’s panel van. 

Jenny: OK, time….to….get into the van now. Need any…help?

Me: NO, I think….I can manage…..

Jenny: OK…good, now remember, once you’re inside there, you are to stay inside. You are now property of this company.

Me: Alright. Do you care what I do while I’m in here????

Jenny: As far as I am concerned, I don’t care, Nor does the company.

Me: Do you care if my diaper falls off during transport to the crusher or if I am in the middle of changing it?

Jenny: NO, I’m afraid not. Whatever is inside the van, is trash and in the shredder, everything that isn’t metal is considered “fluff” and is separated and then disposed of and then taken to the landfill!  What is left of you and your diapers WILL be taken to the local landfill.

ME: What if…I DO get out of the van? What will happen to me?

Jenny: Well, if we are opened at the time, someone will see you and they will put you RIGHT back in there! If they have to weld the doors closed, then that’s what will happen!

ME: How long will I be IN here before the van goes into the crusher?

Jenny: I don’t know yet. The forklift operator will stage all of the vehicles over near the crusher and then take them over to get crushed when he can reach each vehicle. YOU and this van will go over near the end so…you and the van may end up getting crushed after lunch sometime. Once this van is loaded, the forklift operator will take the van over there to the staging area and put it into a line and maybe even on top of another vehicle. If not, he will put the van on the ground and another vehicle will go on top. IF….that happens, then….once the vehicle on top is crushed, it will be next. OK? (Leaning out of the van and turning her head to the left to speak to the two guys loading the van with the diapers) Guys, when you’re done loading the diapers, make sure that he can’t leave the van…will ya? Thanks. (turning back to ME ) OK, well, I have to get back to the scale-house now, these guys will load your diapers into the van and then they will close and lock all of the doors. Since this is one of those contractor panel vans, it has NO windows in the back part. You won’t be able to see out and they won’t be able to see in. DO…whatever you want in there. OK….bye-bye now…….

Jenny walks back to the scale-house while the two men keep tossing all of the diapers into the van. I get comfortable in the floor where there are some old fleece blankets, an old comforter and then I see my pillow get tossed into the van along with some of my clothes. I get up and lean over to reach my pillow and one of the guys tosses in a black trash bag full of my loose but clean diapers. It hits me on my right side and the impact makes me stumble to the left and brace myself against the left side of the van.

Me: HEY! That almost knocked me over!

Junkyard worker 1: SO? Who cares! You are now trash! Junk! No one cares what happens to the crap and junk inside the vehicles! Whatever is in the vehicles, goes into the crusher with the vehicle!

Me:  How come, I gotta be crushed like this?

Junkyard worker 1: Uh…I don’t know. I think Jenny wanted you disposed of as soon as possible because she has to make some money on you by the weight of the vehicle at the scrap-yard. They pay by the weight of each vehicle. That’s why we usually fill each vehicle with as many heavy pieces of metal so to get as MUCH weight in the vehicle as possible. Since your wet diapers weigh so much, we just have to completely fill this van with as many of your diapers as will fit. We hope to get MORE for this thing than most of the others…due to the weight. Now, go sit down in there will ya? Once we finish loading your diapers, you won’t have much room to move around in there. So….If I were you, I’d get nice…and comfy somewhere in there.

I go sit down on some of the black trash bags full of my formerly wet but still heavy as hell disposable and cloth diapers. Once the men finished loading the last of my diapers into the minivan, there wasn’t much room left. The loose diapers were piled up nearly to the roof in the center of the van. The old Ford Econoline Contractor van was now almost ready to be transported over to the staging area near the crusher. Jenny came walking back over to the van carrying a 12 pack of bottled water.

Jenny: (Approaching the van with the water and coming around to the rear doors, opening one and setting the water bottles inside.) Here…is the water I promised you. Since ANYTHING that is inside a vehicle gets processed along with the vehicle, we…..won’t care if you are inside or what you look like or smell like nor will we care if you or anything in here, objects to being crushed. YOU…..and all of this…belong to our company. The company doesn’t want you or any of this so…….that’s why you are going right into this old contractor’s van. If ANYONE here sees you outside of this van though, we WILL treat you like a blowing trash bag that got loose and we will toss you RIGHT back into the van. These doors won’t lock any more, so…..you had better stay in there……It WILL get hot in there but since there are no more windows in the front of this thing, you should get plenty of air. Now…..I gotta get back to work now, but if this van isn’t crushed today, it WILL be for sure tomorrow after lunch. DO whatever you need to get ready. OK….Bye-bye hon……..

Jenny closes the back door and then walks away.

It got really dark in the back of the van except for the light and little bit of air coming through the bulkhead blocking me from being able to get into the front of the van. It wasn’t that hot in there yet, I felt wet and my diaper was heavy and soggy. I decided to go ahead and change my diaper. I got up, walked over to a pile of my #NorthshoreCareSupply #SupremeOvernightDiapers, a bag of their thick #Boosterpads and I got one of the diapers out then I took out four of the booster pads, meaning only to get three out. I took everything back to the spot I had been in inside the van and laid down to begin unfastening the tapes. JUST as I started to get the tapes undone, I heard the sound of the approaching forklift coming closer and the sound getting louder and louder. Then, the motor came to almost an idle as I heard the sounds of metal scraping underneath the van. Then, the van tipped over slightly to the left then it jerked and bounced slightly, as the forklift picked it up and tilted it to the right slightly as the forklift carried the van over to the staging area. The van bounced as the forklift went over potholes and holes in the dirt on the way to the staging area. The van was carried over to the very end of a long row of vehicles that were stacked two high on top of one another. The van was then set down onto the ground with the van leaning slightly to the left then it came to rest slowly as the forks let her down and then withdrew from under it. All morning long, another forklift was coming and taking some vehicles one at a time, and carrying them to the crusher, loading them, then crushing each vehicle one by one at first, then the second forklift operator loads a second vehicle into the crusher on top of the first one. The crusher takes about 35 to 40 seconds, give or take, to fully crush each vehicle. Then, the forklift operator takes a third vehicle and loads it on top of the other two crushed ones in the crusher. I begin to wonder how many vehicles are left before this vehicle will get loaded. I can see in the reflections that the row of vehicles is ten vehicles long and two vehicles high. I am near the very end…..the RIGHT-HAND end farthest from the crusher. I go sit back down to finish changing my diaper when I hear the first forklift come over and put another vehicle on top of the van.
It wasn't long after that the second forklift came and took the vehicle from on top of the van and carried it over to the crusher and loaded it. Then, the crusher was run and the forklift pushed the doors in a little to keep them from falling off or opening. Then, once that was done, the crusher began to retract as the forklift came along and lifted the van I was in up, and then as it backed up and swung around, the van bounced and the diapers shimmied and shook as the van was carried over to the crusher. I could hear by the engine that the van was about to get loaded into the crusher now, on top of the vehicle that had once been on top of the van. The forklift operator carefully loaded the van in and then backed away. Then the forklift operator applied the forks against the door to bend it in some so that the crusher would fold them down so that they wouldn't come open or fall off. Then, the loud engine started as the crusher began to come down slowly. 

(More to cum soon)

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The Waste-To-Energy Plant-Plan-A

Early on a Thursday morning, Devon’s mom had driven to the home daycare that they usually came to and as Devon’s mom rang the doorbell, Devon’s mom was already late for work. A few minutes later, Misses Newell answers the door. Misses Newell sees Devon and his mom standing there, Devon’s mom has eight large, brown cardboard boxes at her feet, two diaper bags, four large black trash bags and Devon’s adult disability pushchair/stroller laying at her feet.

Misses Newell: Hi there….come on in…..

Patricia-Devon’s Mom: Thank you.

Misses Newell: What’s with all that stuff?

Patricia: Well, I need to talk with you, privately.

Misses Newell: OK. Does Devon need his diaper changed?

Patricia: Maybe, it’s been about two hours since I changed him last, but I need to talk with you first, because I have to get to work. I am already late.

Misses Newell puts Devon in the living room with the others that she is taking care of then Patricia and Misses Newell go into the hallway, out of earshot but still within view of everyone one she is caring for and Patricia begins to explain what she is doing with all of the boxes, black trash bags and everything she brought with her.

Patricia: I brought all of his things over because Devon is not healthy enough and soon will die. My husband and I talked about the new End-of-Life-Options bill and we think that it would be best if you two…..did this for him. He has 1 year too live. We just don’t want him to…suffer, you know? We heard that you two have….disposed of several people before and we want you two to…well…dispose of Devon for us.

Misses Newell: Well, true, we have disposed of quite a few people before, but….we disposed of them in our burn barrel. Is that….what you want?

Patricia: Your husband said that he would take Devon and everything I brought, to the waste-to-energy plant, when my husband and I talked to him a couple of days ago. We talked about disposing of him in your burn barrel too, but that would be our last option if your husband was somehow unable to take Devon to the waste-to-energy plant. My husband and I don’t care how you dispose of him and his things really, but the waste-to-energy plant sounded like a good first option.

Misses Newell: OHHHH I see….you talked to my husband….Daniel already? He….neglected to mention it. Sure….if….you talked to him and he said it was fine, then….sure….we will take Devon until it’s time for his final disposal.

Patricia: AH greeeat…thank you. It has been the hardest on our incomes….what with….all of the diapers, onesies and even the cloth diapers that we used at first. We thought that Devon was going to grow out of diapers…..and when the doctors told us that he would be in diapers the rest of his life, my husband and I…BOTH started looking at our budget and found that we can’t sustain poor Devon and all of those…special diapers any more…that and we don’t want poor Devon to suffer through the agonizing pain he will be in if we didn’t do this. This wasn’t an…EASY decision ya know…..

Misses Newell: OH…I…KNOW……..My husband and I had to dispose of two of our own that were in diapers 24/7! We even had to dispose of one in diapers whose mom died and the state wouldn’t take him and no one else wanted. Believe me…My husband and I……BOTH know how it is.

Patricia: Here is the money order for $1200. Your husband said that he would dispose of Devon and all of this things for that. Now….everything, including all of his clothing, onesies, cloth diapers, plastic and rubber pants, all of his bedding and sheets, and these

eight large, brown cardboard boxes of his clean disposable diapers, two diaper bags, four large black trash bags and Devon’s adult disability pushchair/stroller. Two of the trash bags have Devon’s cloth diapers and rubber and plastic pants in them. I tried to wash most of the wet cloth diapers before we brought him over here but, there were about two dozen cloth diapers left that had been wet and had dried out before I could wash them. I just threw the formerly wet ones in the bag with the clean and washed cloth diapers. I figured that it wouldn’t matter anyhow since everything was….being disposed of.  Well, I have to get to work. Thank you SO much for doing this…..

Misses Newell: Yea…NO problem….It will be our pleasure.

Patricia: (Going over to Devon and giving him ONE final kiss good-bye) OK baby, Mommy has to go now…..be good for Misses Newell and don’t give her any…problems…now…you let her change your diapers…OK? Don’t make ANY fusses about it…OK? Good boy….bye-bye baby.

Patricia wipes a tear from each eye as she rises back up to a standing position and then heads to the front door to leave. Patricia takes one last look at Devon who is engrossed in play, before she waves to misses Newell and then leaves.

Misses Newell starts to take the eight brown cardboard boxes of Devon’s disposable diapers out to the back porch then she takes the four large black trash bags outside to the porch where they put their trash until it can be disposed of and then misses Newell puts Devon’s stroller outside on top of one of the eight brown cardboard boxes before closing the sliding glass porch door and locking it. Then she went over to Devon’s two diaper bags and brought them over to the area where she kept the diaper bags so that she could change Devon’s diapers when he needed it.

Misses Newell: Devon sweetie, you look like you need your diaper changed. Can you come over here so I can check to see if you need your diaper changed?

Devon: OK……

Devon toddles over to misses Newell and then misses Newell feels the inside of Devon’s disposable diaper that has four, thick booster pads/diaper doublers inside. Indeed Devon’s diaper was very wet and in need of changing. Devon wore small-sized Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diapers with four medium-sized booster pads inside.

These diapers were already thick as it is and the diapers had a plastic backing that crinkled loudly when Devon walked or moved. Devon used the overnights at night and the First-Quality youth diapers with booster pads or even cloth pre-fold diapers inside used as extra absorbency, by his former parents.

Misses Newell: Devon, it’s time to change your diaper sweetie, can you…lay down for me….right there on the carpet would be fine……there…good….boy…..now let me go get your diaper bags…stay right….there…OK hun?

Misses Newell goes and retrieves Devon’s two diaper bags and then comes back over to where Devon is laying and then she sits down with her legs out in front of her so that she can start Devon’s diaper change.

Devon: Miss Newell? How come my mom brought all of my stuff here? Am I staying here with you guys for a long time?

Misses Newell: Well, kind of, You will be here until my husband and I dispose of you and all of your things.

Devon: What does….dispose of…..mean?

Misses Newell: It means….to throw something away or get rid of something….like you and your diapers….hon. Did your mom tell you that she was throwing you, your diapers and things away?

Devon: No….miss Newell, she didn’t. Does that mean that you are going to throw ME….away and get rid of me?

Misses Newell: Yes, I am…..afraid it does baby. Your mom told me that you only have 1 year left to live and that they weren’t able to take care of you any longer and….that they didn’t want you to suffer the pain that you will go through near the end of your life. So she brought you and all of your things over here so that we could throw you away or put you into our burn barrel….but one way or the other….you WILL be getting disposed of.

I am SOOOO sorry that it had to be this way, but…..your mom and dad paid us money to make sure that you got thrown away.

Devon: Can I choose what diapers I want to wear for my disposal????

Misses Newell: Yes, baby, you…can. Since you have so many clean diapers that I want to use up, I will be changing you every half hour wet or not.

Devon: What will you do….with the diapers you take off me? They won’t be wet barely…..won’t you leave them on me?

Misses Newell: NO, baby, I am going to throw the diapers away after I change you each time. Wet…or not. They will be trash, along with your onesies and anything you are wearing too, at each change.

Devon: You mean…..that when you change my diapers, you are going to take off my onesie and throw it away too?

Misses Newell: Yes baby….because you won’t be needing it any more.

Devon: Where will I go after my last diaper change?

Misses Newell: You will go into the trash with your diaper that I take off of you. Sorry, but that is the way it has to be.

Devon: Could I get six or eight layered cloth pre-fold diapers inside my thick disposable diaper for my last diaper?

Misses Newell: I….suppose…..since it won’t matter what you have on after I throw you and everything away.  Usually, I don’t use cloth diapers…..I don’t like them! They are icky and gross….but…since you will be going into our trash right after your last diaper change, it won’t really matter.

Devon: When will you throw my stuff and I away???

Misses Newell: Some time after my husband gets home.

Devon: How long is that from now?

Misses Newell: you have about….(Looking at her cellphone) 7 and a half hours left.

Don’t worry baby, I will tell you when it’s time for disposal and your last diaper change.

Devon: Will there be more wet and dirty diapers being tossed into the trash I am in once I am in there?

Misses Newell: Yes baby, there will.

Devon: How long will I be IN the trash?

Misses Newell: Until the can gets full baby.

Devon: About how long will that be?

Misses Newell: However long it takes to fill that can up. Then you and the diapers will go out to our daycare trash outside for another few days until that is full.

Devon: What will happen to me while I am in the trash? If I am wearing a onesie, will it get ripped or torn?

Misses Newell: Maybe….sometimes, if my husband or I need a piece of rag material, we will sometimes go to the trash can to take what we can use.

Devon: But, how come it has to be my onesie?

Misses Newell: Because, you will be trash baby. We don’t care about the trash. Once you are in my trash, we won’t care what happens to you or to anything in the trash can.

Devon: What if……I were laying in the trash and you threw a wet diaper in and it wasn’t rolled up. Would you put it on my face, chest or over any part of my body?

Misses Newell: I will put the diapers in anywhere there is room baby…even if……it was over your head and face. OK….now, I am done changing you for the next half hour. How about….you go play with those cars in the toy box over there?

Devon: Misses Newell? May I have one of my bottles full of Apple juice please?

Misses Newell: Yes baby, you may.

Misses Newell goes into one of Devon’s diaper bags and takes out one of his bottles and takes it to the kitchen and fills it with apple juice and then brings it to Devon.

Misses Newell hands Devon the bottle and then she goes and sits down on the couch.

Devon starts to go play with the cars and trucks in the toy box and as he plays, he wasn’t aware of the time and that a full half hour had passed. Misses Newell had JUST finished changing a wet diaper from one of the boys that she was taking care of and then she came over to Devon who was busy playing with the cars and trucks.

Misses Newell: OK Devon, it’s time for another diaper change…….are you wet yet? I need to check your diaper now. Can you put that car down for a little bit so I can check and change you now please?

Devon: Yes Misses Newell.

Devon puts the car he was playing with down and then misses Newell helps Devon up and then takes him over to have his diaper checked for wetness. Misses Newell reaches into Devon’s right leg elastics with two index and middle fingers on her right hand and then feels the diaper for signs of wetness.

Misses Newell: Well, you are…..a…LITTLE wet…time to change your diaper again baby.

Misses Newell then lays him down again and begins to take the tapes off, putting them back onto their sticking tabs as she goes. Once the tapes were unfastened, she pulled the front of the mostly dry disposable diaper down. Then Misses Newell reached over to Devon’s diaper bags and got the one with his disposable diapers and booster pads inside of it, she opened it and then took out one of Devon’s thick Northshore Care Supply Supreme overnight diapers and three booster pads. She then took out the bottle of baby powder and then she set the baby powder down on the floor next to the clean, and still folded disposable diaper.

More to cum soon..........

 

Please sign my petition please: Need a presidential order for my landfill acceptance

Sign my petition please. Click the link below and allow me to choose my own method of burial alternate to the usual and traditional funeral industry. SINCE I am FAR from traditional as a person, it ONLY fits that I be allowed to express my unusual burial habits.

Sign my petition please

Barack Obama, I need one of your executive orders to allow me a personal exception in the Colorado environmental regulations that will allow me to be accepted at my choice of landfills for acceptance as waste. The landfills's already are in violation of the regulation due to the fact that they already accept "Bodies" that are made of similar materials. Landfills are equipped to accept Horses, Cows, Cats and Dogs...and the earth can't tell the difference between one type of flesh and another! The fact that they DO accept "bodies" that can also be potentially just as "infectious" waste as the CDPHE claims that all humans are! The Funeral industry is greedy, seedy, creepy and even violates privacy by calling and asking family and friends for money to pay for funeral expenses! ALL I am asking you as a friend President Obama before you leave office, is to give me a standing, federal allowance by executive order, that will by-pass the state and federal environmental regulations that will allow me to be transported to either a transfer station, or directly to a landfill by private pick-up truck, trailer, or by driving myself to the landfill and then paying the fees and being accepted as waste for burial as "agricultural waste" as any horse, cow, cat or dog is already accepted. I am working with Colorado Representative Pete Lee's Assistant Andrew, whom I have called quite a few times and sent a letter similar to this petition asking for the same thing. I am merely trying to legitimize and bolster the support for my goals of being allowed to be buried and accepted at one of these three landfills (without the landfill being able to reject me..ONLY "I", Adam C Lewis, have the power to change my mind) 

1. Bondad landfill-Durango Colorado

2. San Luis Valley Regional Landfill

3. Colorado Springs Landfill-Owned by Waste Management

Barack Obama, as a fellow member of the Illuminati, I ask you to sympathize with the dire situation I am in regarding not being able to afford the funeral costs and nor can my family and friends. I do NOT wish to be cremated nor do I wish to be buried traditionally. I want to be able to end my life if and when I am about to be bedridden persistently because that is not a dignified existence nor is it worth spending state money on....The savings would be able to be used on someone else rather than me. 

MR President Barack Obama, can you write a standing letter of exception to allow me to be taken as waste at my choice of landfills without the landfills, trash collectors and transfer stations being able to reject me for any reason without ME signing a rejection letter? Can you please make this possible? 

please open these supporting audio and text files: 

https://soundcloud.com/armada-jakenson/conversation-with-suzane-1-5-2016-at-the-bondad-landfill-in-durango-colorado-adams-disposal

https://soundcloud.com/armada-jakenson/san-luis-valley-regional-landfill-recorded-phone-call

 http://thediaperservice.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-landfill-version-1_31.html 

This funeral home sure IS "Blunt" 

https://soundcloud.com/armada-jakenson/recorded-phone-call-with-blunt-funeral-services-4-30-2016

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkRAei8ioTI

The Unwanted

                                 Inspired by Mike Riviera 

It was the summer of 2016 and the political scene was becoming increasingly tense.

The police state is at an all-time high with the cops acting as slave drivers and herding hundreds of poor, disabled and mentally ill to their deaths. A political push for a cleaner, supreme race under a communist, republican TRUMP controlled state was bringing the country to the brink of a civil war. After two government shutdowns, the new pseudo communist government takes control and a civil war ensues. The army and marines begin to take political prisoners and execute as many of them, one by one, as possible, for intimidation and fear mongering.

As the greater public fell deeper and deeper into increasingly intense pre-civil war, the poor and the disabled were being killed at an alarming rate for nothing more than being poor and disabled. The poor and disabled that had been captured were being taken to a local incinerator facility and dropped off there in large numbers to be incinerated alive as simple articles of waste. A select few poor and disabled were being used in corporate experiments and a few even were being used in chemical, pharmaceutical and environmental tests before they are disposed of. Even the prisons were disposing of their death row inmates at this incinerator facility.

Dirk and Tanya were the not-so-proud parents of two disabled and thickly diapered adults that still lived at home. They no longer wanted the financial and physical burden of taking care of their disabled adult children any longer.

The foster care system wouldn’t take their disabled adult child and adult care services wanted to put their adult child into nursing homes at Dirk and Tanya’s expenses. They couldn’t afford that. So, they started looking for other less expensive options. As Dirk was surfing the internet, he found a incinerator facility at the very edge of town that took humans, cats, dogs, horses, cows, and medical waste as well as special waste. Dirk called the facility and asked them if they would take their disabled adult in diapers. The woman at the other end talked with her supervisor and the super visor agreed to take them. The woman got back on the phone and told Dirk to go ahead and bring them in. Dirk mentioned that there was going to be a lot of packaged and loose diapers as well as their adult disability strollers, their clothing and bedding. The woman told Dirk that as long as the bedding was in a box or a bag, they would take it. He thanked the woman and then he hung up. Dirk closed his laptop and then stood up, and then walked over to his wife Tanya who was in the kitchen.

Dirk: (To Tanya) Honey, I think I found somewhere we can take our kids…..this place I called a minute ago, will take them for a fee……we can even bring all of their diapers, clothing, bedding and their strollers.

Tanya: That’s WONDERFUL sweetheart! What is this place you are talking about?

Dirk: I don’t think you’re going to like this……

Tanya: OK…..honey? What IS…this place you sound so excited about?

Dirk: It’s a incinerator facility!

Tanya: INCINERATOR FACILITY????? ARE…YOU CRAZY?????

Dirk: No, wait…listen to me. Let me tell you how cheap it is…..and how easy it is for us to just take William over there and drop him and all of his clothes and diapers and then leave…..I JUST got off the phone with the director of the facility and she told me that they would take him and anything we bring there and we would only have to pay for the weight of him and his stuff. I asked her about how much it would cost if we brought in less than 300 pounds worth of stuff. She said that it would cost about $.25 cents per pound now THAT….is CHEAP! Besides….their is a law that says that all human bodies MUST be either incinerated or entombed. It’s cheaper to just take everything down there to the incinerator plant.

Tanya: Yes…that really IS cheap! But are you SURE that you want to take William over to some…incinerator and just leave him there? Are there…ANY…other options?

Dirk: No, there isn’t! Yes I’m sure! I’ve called around for the last two days for 12 hours each day and this…is the LAST and ONLY option I’m afraid. They said that they would take him today or tomorrow and to try to get there between the hours of 8 am and 6 pm.

I asked the director if they would load him and his diapers that day and he said that they get a lot of stuff and that they would make every attempt to….but that there would be a small chance that they would get to him and his diapers the next day if necessary.

The law also didn’t specify that the body had to be dead to take it over there to the incinerator plant.

Tanya:  O….K! When will we have to have poor William over there at the incinerator facility??

Dirk: They said that they would take him today or tomorrow and to try to get there between the hours of 8 am and 6 pm.

Tanya: WELL! That doesn’t give him much time! How about tomorrow? That way, I can get him and some of his diapers out to one of the rolling trash cans and then he will be in there the rest of today and until we get him to the facility. I am going to be glad to get rid of him and all of his clean and dirty cloth and disposable diapers!

Dirk: ME…too! FINALLY, we will have some more money to live on!

Tanya: Yes…we WILL! I can FINALLY get those new shoes I have been wanting and needing! With both of our jobs giving us raises, we will be doing well! Let me get William’s diaper changed and then I will get him right out to the trash can with his pail of dirty diapers for the rest of the day. YAY! Last time I have to change William!!

Tanya, William’s mother goes into William’s room and over to his safety bed/disability crib, and opens the side door. Once the door swung open, she reached in and began to get William up and out of the bed and over to the changing table. Then once William was up on the changing table, she began to unbutton his onesie. As she began to change William’s last diaper.

William: Mommy?

Tanya: Yes sweetheart?

William: Why have you been taking my clean packs of diapers out of my diaper closet?

Tanya: Well baby, you and your diapers are being disposed of as trash. Mommy and Daddy can’t take care of you any more! You go through TOO many expensive diapers and you require too much care and Mommy and Daddy don’t have the time any more to give you that. So we are going to have to throw you away now. You and your diapers are now trash and now belong to a trash disposal company that will take you for disposal.

William: What is going to happen to me?

Tanya: WELL, Mommy paid the trash company that is going to take you to their trash incinerator facility where they will burn ALL of the trash they get.

William: They are going to BURN me and my diapers mommy?????

Tanya: Yes…..they will.

William: But….MOMMY! I don’t wanna be trash!!!  Do I HAVE to????

Tanya: Yes…I’m afraid so…I don’t have a choice now! The trash company owns you and all of your diapers too! They want us to bring you and your diapers and clothing and anything else we bring to their facility first thing in the morning.

William: Can I get my diaper changed after I wake up?

Tanya: Sorry baby, you will not be sleeping in your bed tonight. Mommy will take you out to the trash can tonight and put you in there with the rest of your wet diapers I am afraid. So the diaper I am giving you now, will be your last diaper. Don’t worry though, Mommy is going to add a lot of nice, thick booster pads into that diaper of yours.

More to Come soon........