Strong, incisive, and definitely opinionated, Yuichi Yamamoto is where I go to get perspectives on Japan. I may not always agree, but I am always impressed. The Japanese media, unfortunately, don't carry his brand of analysis.
- Gordon G. Chang
Gordon G. Chang is known as the author of an
insightful and courageous book titled The Coming Collapse of China (Random House, 2001).
Thursday, June 21 2012 @ 10:23 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom. - Thomas Jefferson
The mainland Japanese deserve all this humiliation. But my heart keeps aching for the Okinawans until it stops beating.
I still have several backlog issues to discuss with my audience before I close down my shop for good. Since I'm uncertain as to exactly when time runs out for me, I thought I should set the record straight, before anything else, with G. G. Chang, the most despicable person I've ever met in my lifetime.
All I know about Chang is that he is a total sellout. But it looks as though he is holding something back when talking about his personal background. For instance, Chang has never disclosed the year of his birth, and he seldom talks about the Vietnam War. This arouses your suspicion about what he was doing in the depth of the Vietnam quagmire. He can well be one of those war-mongering neocon hypocrites who dodged the draft themselves in their late-teens or early-20s.
But for now, I'll leave out the personal aspects of our working relationship in order to focus on the role the small-time racketeer in New Jersey has been playing as a cat's paw or mouthpiece of Washington under the guise of a political "analyst."
Hopefully in a separate post, I'll elaborate on his attempts to exploit this blogger as his irreplaceably reliable Tokyo correspondent at a bargain price. It didn't cost him any more than a retainer of a cheap Cross ballpoint pen and a plate of sushi. But for my part, his habitual lies, which have amounted to a serious breach of trust over time, caused me a costly loss of time, money and opportunity.
In May 2004 at a sushi bar in Roppongi, downtown Tokyo, Chang confided to me that he had felt an urge to write a book about the fate of his father's home country before turning 50, which he did in 2001. To tell the truth, I was favorably impressed by The Coming Collapse of China (Random House, 2001.) Not that I was convinced, or unconvinced, of his prophecy that the People's Republic of China would collapse by the year 2011. I just thought the author raised a very valid and relevant question when he boldly asked whether the world's most populous country can be considered a going concern just by virtue of its monolithic system. As I quoted Voltaire as saying, where to identify the real question is much more important than how to answer it.
In fact, though, neocons in the U.S. jumped at his answer. The emboldened Chang went on to write his second book under the title of Nuclear Showdown (Random House, 2006.) An old proverb says a fox isn't caught twice in the same snare. Even the empty-headed neocons in the U.S. could now see right through to his total inability to analyze intricate things such as international politics.
Traditionally the Japanese publishing industry doesn't give a damn about an American book which received poor reviews at home. Small wonder Soshi-sha, the publisher of the Japanese version of The Coming Collapse of China, or any other publishing company, hasn't printed a Japanese version of Nuclear Showdown.
On February 26, 2006, a staff writer of the Daily Yomiuri by the name of James Hardy gave a review to Chang's rubbish under the title of Radioactive Rhetoric. Hardy wrote: "More often than not, our own Clouseau of Counterproliferation - hey, this alliteration thing's easy - misses the point, and Nuclear Showdown is a sensationalized, contradictory, jumbled, half-baked mess of a book."
Early on, the Commentary magazine, the haunt of diehard neocons, welcomed him as a star contributor to its blog named Contentions. Now Chang learned he could add extra bucks to the fortune he had already made from The Coming Collapse of China, and Nuclear Showdown to a lesser degree, just by capitalizing on the vast intellectual vacuum prevailing in the U.S. This is the only thing the learning-disabled guy could learn as a parvenu in the American chattering classes.
Unfortunately for him, though, it didn't take long before Chang's neo-conservatism revealed itself to be a mercenarily-motivated fake. The poor wreck of the makeshift neocon was sacked by Contentions two months after the Kenyan monkey was sworn in. He wrote in his March 14, 2009 mail to me: "I'm really curious why Commentary cut my blog." But to me it was obvious he was cut simply because the unprincipled guy had now started flirting with the Obama administration.
He still desperately clings to the likes of Wall Street Journal and Forbes in order to stay in the lucrative monkey business. The only thing he has to do to that end is to constantly revise the timeline for China's demise. But basically the con man is sunk by now.
All this while, I tried very hard to build a productive working relationship with Chang from which both of us might have benefited had it not been for his inability to do so. It lasted about 5 years since mid-2003. In early 2008, I submitted a 10,000-plus-word outline of a book I wanted to publish in the U.S. to Chang's literary agent named Rosalie Siegel.
From the beginning, I had told Siegel that I hadn't established myself as a professional writer here because I had devoted my entire career to business. She assured me that shouldn't be a problem. It was only after the hag read my outline that she said there was no way for a locally unestablished writer to make inroads into the publishing industry in the U.S. I should have known before investing a tremendous amount of time and money in research and actual writing that I was promoting something that they were determined not to hear, and had never heard in the past, from a vassal of America's Far Eastern fiefdom. In order to prove she'd had no intention to cheat me, she had to resort to nitpicking over minor problems with my writing style as if she were licensed to teach English composition. Especially she carped at the fact that there were too many "run-on" sentences.
I belatedly realized that the fraudulent literally agent and her client were there to keep at bay any idea that would seriously undermine the status quo with the American dominance in Northeast Asia. They were, and still remain, censors virtually on the payroll of Washington.
A week or so after I had the last telephone conversation with Siegel, I said to Chang that his literally agent was too stupid to understand that thoughts and words are inseparable twins; there's no such thing as a brilliant thought expressed by a banal word, or a fresh word to describe an insipid idea. In response, he wrote to me: "You are wrong when you write that words and ideas are inseparable twins. Writing and thinking are two different talents, and few people possess both. Just think of the reverse of you: the world is full of ill-conceived ideas that are communicated flawlessly." He spilled the beans. This was the final confirmation that Chang is yet another empty-headed flapjaw.
For all this revelation from me, he may file a defamation lawsuit against this 76-year-old blogger who is dying in dire poverty. But the former shyster should know he would lose much more than he would get out of it.
In mid-2011, someone in Arkansas strongly suggested I revive the once-aborted book. He introduced me to his friend who had started a publishing company in New York a couple of years before. He even volunteered to proofread my manuscript. But before I could complete rewriting, I gave it a second thought: now it's for sure that I was dealing with exceptionally honest people; but the rest of the Americans are all small-time crooks like Chang and Siegel. That is how I finally gave up trying to get my simple message through to American readers: they should elect a President who would invoke Article 10 of the U.S.-Japan security treaty to send his Japanese counterpart a termination notice as soon as he is sworn in.
If you are interested, please take a peek at the outline of the Preface below. I'm also thinking about inserting the outline of Chapter 1 if and when I have a chance to post Part 2 of my allegations against Chang. · read more (1,230 words)
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. TODAY'S LAUGH - postscribed July 7:
Take a look at this. You'll find yourself in this YouTube mirror.
You ridicule or just dismiss him as crank. But in fact you are the pot calling the kettle black.
Just like this 47-year-old assemblyman of Hyogo Prefecture named Ryutaro Nonomura, you are damned serious about the delusive idea that the shrinking and aging population poses a profound threat to Japan or any other industrialized country. Nonomura is well aware of that.
That's why he automatically repeats over and over, as if in a delirium, that the formidable problem is facing not only his constituency but also the entire nation.
One last time, let me reiterate my heretical view. Even an ape can give the correct answer to any multiple-choice question given to him, e.g. whether China will collapse in the foreseeable future, or whether 9/11 was a conspiracy. But it's only man that can ask himself the right question to ask.
Japan's curve is shown in black in the international comparison of Total Fertility Rate
Amid the nationwide craze over ongoing FIFA World Cup 2014, I've been working on a new post to follow up my argument on the pandemic of premature senility, i.e. juvenile dementia. I'm going to give it a tricky title that goes something like Where I might have wished to belong. This time I'll focus particularly on the Japanese strain of virus that causes the highly infectious mental disease.
Along the way I've reread dozens of poems from Man'yoshu (Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves) and books about the ancient history of this country which I'm inclined to call East Korea. I thought the 13-century-old anthology might be part of the answer.
I can't proceed any faster than a snail because these sumaho-addicted dregs of humanity keep driving me crazy.
Everywhere and around the clock I hear 120 million with childish obsession with national oneness and insatiable desire for international recognition rooting for the Japanese squad with their voices cracked with emotion. It seems the wartime slogan that went, "One hundred million hearts beat as one," as Ian Buruma translates it, still applies 14 years into the 21st century.
When Côte d'Ivoire defeated Japan, they kept saying in concert: "We should have played it more aguresshibu to make us shine before the world. But let bygones be bygones. The next time around we shouldn't hesitate to put an ahrii-kurosu before we reach the baitaru area," and so on and so forth.
It's as though they've forgotten Japan is still placed at the 46th position in the FIFA ranking because of, rather than despite, the generous contribution by taxpayers in the last several decades. I used to play soccer myself. Even today I sometimes enjoy watching young guys have fun playing the game. But to the Japanese, World Cup has absolutely nothing to do with the sport inventive Englishmen started circa 1863.
How I wish Japan's population would further sink to some 12 million from 127 million before my departure from this cultural wasteland so I would see a population density equal to that of the United States. It may be my wishful thinking, but my assumption is that the Japanese are an endangered species because in a degenerating, instead of evolving society, the fittest are the first to go extinct.
Around the turn of the century they started saying the single most formidable problem facing their country is its dwindling and graying population as if the issue with the headcount outweighs the quality problem and biological aging matters much more than juvenile dementia. Should it ever be considered true that the larger the population, the larger the nation's vigor, it would take an eternity for China to fall apart. But on this absurd assumption, the Japanese have been willingly footing the tax bills of 2.1 trillion yen (US$ 20.2 billion) every year to fund government's programs centered around the system called "Child Allowances."
As a result, the productivity of these "birthing machines" has slightly picked up from 1.26 to 1.43 in terms of "Total Fertility Rate." But since it's been said the minimum total fertility rate to keep the population flat is 2.07, the improvement by 0.17 percentage points is far from enough to curb the downtrend.
Also there are quite a few brainless pundits in the U.S., as well, who believe in the media's red herring which has its origin in Japan. Ching Chong Chang is one of them. He boldly claims and is widely believed to be well-versed in the Northeast Asian geopolitics.
It's hysterically laughable that the idiot in New Jersey thinks he is a respectable mainstream pundit. But actually those who are practically on Washington's payroll like this guy and equally empty-headed conspiracy cultists who blindly believe in the joke about Illuminati's evil agenda for depopulation are the two wings of the same sick bird.
On the one hand Chang predicted the world's most populous country would collapse in 2011 under its own weight of 1.3 billion people, but on the other he repeatedly urged this blogger in 2005 through 2007 to take up the demographic "crisis" with his audience on the grounds that most other industrialized countries would face more or less the same problem sooner or later.
I wrote a post just out of a sense of obligation to the despicable crisis-monger. I wanted to stop there because it would be a total waste of time to further talk about the false issue. Now the mass-insanity surrounding me has prompted me to discuss the real crisis: the pandemic of juvenile dementia.
For my part, more than two years ago, I reluctantly let go of my last girlfriend when her parents, who are some 15 years younger than I, started to worry their daughter was missing her marriageable age. Recently I received a mail from this woman, in which she advised me now she is a mother. Although I had been prepared for all that, it was an added depressant to me.
Earlier today I had a funny dream in the third or fourth installment of my fragmented sleep.
In the dream a smart cookie visited me at a place that looked like a company cafeteria. She had an air that suggested she was fully assimilated into the rotten society dominated by male macaques. She said she came to me to seek my advice on a questionnaire to be used in a survey she was going to conduct next week. When she showed me the draft questionnaire along with the chart embedded in this post, I noticed her questions were all about the Child Allowance program (amounts granted in it, eligibility to be its recipients, etc.) and other measures to make the lives of working mothers easier. Every question was so predictable that I didn't think she could expect an unpredictably creative answer from her pollees.
I said, "Frankly, the most important question is missing here." The woman grudgingly asked: "What would it be?" I explained: "I would try to find out if most women in reproductive age have great difficulty in suppressing their instinctive rejection of the idea of reproducing the same developmental defects their husbands tend to have. I hypothesize that unlike their mentally-neotenyzed mates, they feel deep inside that their role is to contribute to the evolution of the species, if in a small way, and that they wouldn't tolerate the labor pains if ....."
The woman didn't let me finish. She just said, "Mr. Yamamoto, I must be going in a minute. Thank you so much, anyhow." · read more (16 words)
Friday, April 18 2014 @ 08:29 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF. Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music. - Ronald Reagan
In May last year I kicked off this series of intensive discussions over Creative Evolution. At the beginning I quoted the following passage from Henri Bergson's book to give you a clue to what's at issue in our contentions.
In the animal and in the vegetable world between the generator and the generated, on the canvas which the ancestor passes on, and which his descendants possess in common, each puts his own original embroidery.
Ever since I've singlemindedly talked about the same topic simply because I think it makes a critical difference to my last glimpse of the people and the way I leave them behind to know if we are still evolving forward.
I don't know exactly, but I've spent 30,000-40,000 words, or 150,000-200,000 letters, which is equivalent to 1,000-1,500 tweets in a matter of 12 months. This was a hard labor for a half-bedridden 78-year-old who, at the same time, has to take care of himself for his mere survival.
But I don't think my effort is paying off. Thus far I've failed to bring my audience onto the same page that I opened one year ago. An old proverb goes: "You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink." Every time I uttered the lousy C-word, these smart horses made every possible effort to artfully sidestep it.
I should have known that the topic wasn't just unpopular. In the U.S. and its satellite countries alike, it's the ultimate taboo to mention "creative thinking" (NOTE) especially in the context of man's evolution.
.NOTE: Actually the phrase has an apparent redundancy in it. To think is not to subscribe to, or unsubscribe from someone's opinion, or to converge two different thoughts. You can't really think without thinking creatively.
They treat the phrase like it's a hot potato presumably because of their irresistible reverence to those apes Wynton Marsalis once called noble savages. To these guys the idea of "putting one's own original embroidery on the canvas which the ancestor passes on" arouses a strong feeling of fear.
This is quite natural, if not understandable. Since the canvas has already been worn out into a tattered rag everywhere, you have to visualize a vast greenfield before really getting started with your embroidery. That is not easy when you are still dragging along lots of vested interests in this world.
Your refrigerator, unlike mine, is still filled with food and beverages for the next week. Also unlike me, you are more or less covered with medicare and other benefit programs. And you take it for granted that your life is a going concern which is still reparable. Equally important, your brain has been stuffed with rubbish from childhood indoctrination.
My humble suggestion would be that you better ask yourself some hypothetical questions like:
What if I had no working refrigerator? What if my refrigerator were empty? What if I weren't covered with any welfare program?
If you don't want to look straight into the physiological foundation of your existence like this, the more you complain about injustice inflicted on you, the more you discredit yourself.
Now I've decided to take a different approach to the same question so I won't waste any more time. In this post I'll focus on the issue of dementia: what it really is, what causes it and how it can be cured if it can be cured at all.
Sometimes I compare the oldest U.S. President in office with the youngish incumbent or his even younger predecessor who was nothing but a sexual pervert. The purpose of this exercise is to find out why the American people failed to grab at the golden opportunity for change that momentarily emerged in the greenfield when the Cold War came to an end, and what underlies their pathological obsession with the inert idea that status quo should be preserved at any cost.
Don't take me wrong, however. I don't intend to discuss their political or religious ideologies. An ideology is nothing but a stain of shit that fell on the canvas from a bird that flew by.
In his November 5, 1994 letter to the American people, Ronald Reagan wrote: "I now begin the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life. I know that for America there will always be a bright dawn ahead."
Not a single American took his wishes seriously.
Anyone who has read Creative Evolution (Henri Bergson) or The Fountain of Age (Betty Friedan) with a certain level of comprehension will agree that in an evolving society, biological aging means maturity, the only enabler of creative thinking. But as the afterglow of the Reagan era is quickly fading away, things have unfolded in a different direction in America, and then in its satellite nations.
It's George W. Bush, Sr. who set off the downward spiral that has lasted a quarter century by now. Millions of Americans were disappointed by Bush although they didn't notice he was suffering a certain type of senile dementia. That should mean the President was just mirroring the voters. They should have known it could never be the other way around.
The empty-headed American people thought they had to rejuvenate the leadership of their country in cul-de-sac while actually they should have thought about rejuvenating themselves. As a result America's intellectual decline has further accelerated and now it seems irreversible.
I know not a few of them are inclined to call their immature leaders psychopaths. But it's laughable to see hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of "awakened" people call their own reflections in the mirror that way. Actually, the derogatory appellation is an undeserved compliment. The word psycho has a connotation that subtly suggests he has a relatively high level of intelligence that enables him to think creatively. Vladimir Putin, for one, may be a psycho. But the Russian president thinks and acts so creatively as to make Obama look like an idiot which is what he actually is.
The only words I can think of to describe the Black Kenyan Monkey or any other post-Reagan President are premature senility, i.e. juvenile dementia.
On May 5, 1951 Douglas MacArthur testified at a joint committee of the Senate about his experience with these neotenized Japanese. He said: "Measured by the standards of modern civilization, [a Japanese adult] would be like a boy of twelve as compared with our development of 45 years." The general would be surprised if he learned practically all American adults now look like their Japanese counterparts.
There are more than a dozen types of dementia, including those induced by Alzheimer's disease, vascular diseases and Parkinsonism. According to the Alzheimer's Disease International, a de facto branch of the World Health Organization, there are 101 million people worldwide who are suffering Alzheimer's and other types of dementia. The ADI warns the number is expected to almost triple to 277 million by 2050.
As anyone with commonsense will agree, all the figures were invented out of thin air by these bastards who are suffering serious dementia themselves.
For one thing it hasn't crossed their minds that they shouldn't exclude those under 60 from their survey. Their cross-sectional analyses and forecasts mean absolutely nothing because they were based on the absurd assumption that you suddenly develop dementia when you turn 60 years of age. It is true they sometimes talk about infant dementia. But they never talk about "juvenile dementia" for an obvious reason.
I see another flaw there in the fact that they have never defined the symptoms very precisely. The generally accepted description of dementia in general goes like this: it is symptomized by a progressive, and often irreversible, deterioration of cognitive faculties including memory. Loss of memory in itself isn't a big deal. We all forget a thing or a person we don't think is worth memorizing. That's why memory is sometimes restorable. But as to the other symptoms, especially the inability to judge what should be memorized and what can be forgotten, the dim-witted researchers at ADI didn't think they should have been much more specific in that respect.
Etymologically, dementia is taken from a Latin word, originally meaning madness. But madness means nothing in the world where people call each other a madman. That leaves the American Psychiatric Association as the only source of supposedly reliable information about the specific symptoms. Now let's take a listen to those shrinks at APA who now give the mental illness a fancy name "Neurocognitive Disorder."
Its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual 5th Edition (DSM-5) goes like this:
"[major/minor dementia shows] evidence of significant/modest cognitive decline from a previous level of performance in one or more cognitive domains — such as complex attention, executive function, learning, memory, language, perceptual-motor or social cognition."
DSM-5 goes on to elaborate on its criteria:
In general dementia involves: ● Trouble recalling recent events or recognizing people and places, ● Trouble finding the right words, Problems planning and carrying out tasks, such as balancing a checkbook, following a recipe, or writing a letter, ● Trouble exercising judgment, such as knowing what to do in an emergency, ● Trouble controlling moods or behaviors, ● Depression which is common, and often entails agitation or aggression, ● Not keeping up personal care such as grooming or bathing, and blah, blah, blah.
It kindly adds: "It is important to know that memory loss can be caused by conditions other than dementia, such as depression, and that those conditions can be treated. Also, occasional trouble with memory (such as briefly forgetting someone's name) can be a normal part of aging. But if you are worried about memory loss or if a loved one has memory loss that is getting worse, see your doctor."
All this joke is what the empty-headed shrinks think is a scientific description of the mental illness. Actually it only serves as the valid diagnostic criteria for apes with cognitive failure. That is an unmistakable sign that they are also degenerating to the proximity of the ape with their cognitive faculties also afflicted with "neurocognitive disorder."
As is the case with American shrinks, you always assume that the loss of creativity results from dementia. But as usual you are turning the causal relationship upside down. Actually it's the loss of the ability of creative thinking that causes dementia.
Now I have concluded that if the ADI had used the longitudinal method and based its statistics on scientific criteria, it must have come up with a "ballpark" figure at least 20-30 times larger than 101 million. Although both ADI and APA constantly mix up different types of dementia, I tentatively exclude Alzheimer's and Parkinson's from my estimate.
My father Mineo Yamamoto in his mid-50s
The same person in his mid-70s
My father Mineo Yamamoto was an extraordinarily intransigent person in his pursuit of innovative ideas, until he mellowed out around the time he turned 70. He hated conformism more than anything else because he believed it's the surest way to mediocrity. For that trait he was hated or even feared by the people he was associated with, just like his son is today.
He couldn't refrain from showing his contempt for the double of the phantom until he became a living corpse himself. But when he was to be decorated by Emperor Hirohito in 1973, my mother dragged him along to the Imperial Palace.
Likewise he couldn't conceal his disdain for medical doctors. Every time someone talked about medicine, he never failed to say: "Look, medicine is not a science." I think he was absolutely right. In recent years computer-aided diagnoses and treatments are commonplace. And yet medicine by and large remains more of a superstition than a science as a result of its total cartelization.
Once again it's his wife who forced him to see doctors when his loss of alertness had become apparent. One of them gave him two separate diagnoses: Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. Most probably the doc was wrong. Today his illness would be diagnosed as PDD (Parkinson's disease-induced dementia.)
I've already outlived my father by 2 years by now. It can't be helped. But now I'm fully determined not to outlive my ability to think and act creatively. The last thing I would do while alive is to vegetate like most of you do.
As I said in earlier paragraphs, loss of memory, in itself, is not a big deal. But since it's "the earliest and most noticeable symptom" (DSM-5) when I become unable to memorize what should not be forgotten, I routinely examine my memory in many ways. One of the self-testing methods I use is to sing songs. Although my voice has already grown too hoarse to sing these lovely tunes, say, on YouTube, I still remember, word for word, lyrics of dozens of songs, such as ones written by Lorenz Hart, Lew Brown, Johnny Burke, Sammy Cahn and Mack Gordon, et al.
When it comes to the ability of creative thinking, I know it's not that easy to maintain it until the second-to-last day of my life, so I can prepare myself for a creative death. But I'm still confident that I am not really done for yet.
Like tango it takes two to be creative. For one thing a (potentially) creative blogger needs a (potentially) creative audience. But now I know that is asking for the moon; most visitors to this website are like eunuchs who untiringly sing the self-pitiful blues instead of the "grand, sweet song." So it's all the more true that I need an un-assimilated young woman to carry through a creative life.
In 2007, then Minister of Health, Labor and Welfare stirred up a big controversy when he likened women to birthing machines which were expected to be more productive. Although his slip of the tongue cost him his post, he was uncharacteristically telling the truth. In this country, every potent man uses a woman to reproduce his stupidity, and calls it a conjugal love.
For my part I have never used a woman that way. I let go of my last date more than two years ago. Yet I believe I can build a creative, if not productive, relationship with someone new.
One month or so ago I received an invitation to a jazz concert from my disowned son. His band was going to give the concert in downtown Tokyo. He knows I think the jazz he does with his colleagues is nothing but a fake, but at the same time he knows I'm enthusiastic about mixing with potentially creative young musicians, especially with this talented female trumpeter.
I accepted his invitation on the condition that I would be entitled to the privilege of free admission and that all the transportation cost be reimbursable. Then I took a long round-trip braving the health risk to be involved in the 2.5-hour train rides and 1-hour walks in between.
I refer to this lady just as Satomi, one of the most common feminine names. She was born and brought up in Rikuzentakata-shi, a small city in Iwate Prefecture which is said to have been wiped off the map by the tsunami of March 11, 2011.
As usual Satomi opted to spend with me most of the 30-minute intermission and some more time after the concert to update me on her troubled life and musical career where she is not really on a roll.
To that concert she had brought along two grandpas - one was her step-grandfather and the other was her biologically paternal grandpa. According to her, the biological grandpa was told by his doctor that he had only two months to live. Now he had left his hometown in Iwate to spend his last days with his beloved granddaughter in her Tokyo apartment. He kept saying he wanted to share all the joy of life with her. She explained that's why she'd invited him to the concert.
To make her living, Satomi plays the trumpet as the member of a dance band that appears every third day in a Tokyo ballroom. But she finds it extremely boring to do tangos, rumbas and waltzes all the time. That's why she takes part every time my son throws a gig. From the beginning Satomi knew it won't earn her a single yen. She expects something other than money from the nonprofessional activity. In that respect, however, she seems to feel largely underexploited by my son as the band leader.
Satomi wasn't very explicit about it, but I thought I should do the best I can for her, though only in a small way. For instance I have already resumed regular contact with the bastard I shouldn't have fathered to have more influence on his way to manage the band.
Now I'm contented with the grandfatherly role she gives me. The bright lady with an exceptional grace and charm is the last bastion of my commitment to making my life still worth living.
Aside from taking these precautions against senile dementia, I think I should also keep myself on full alert against the Japan-particular strain of virus that causes premature senility. It's even more infectious than any other type.
I think Satomi and I were born in the wrong country. In Japan essentially the same thing is happening as in the U.S. And yet, there is something that makes me feel the word dementia doesn't fit very well into the weird behavioral patterns of these Japanese runts with serious developmental defects. While "dementia" implies that you have lost what was once there, that is not the case with them.
The only alternative word I can think of is "infantilism," which more often than not requires a qualifier "paraphiliac." Each one of the following phenomena speaks for itself:
● The entire population here is hooked on the digital altar which has become portable now. So many mobile phone users play games or make a search for tips on them while in the bathroom or bedroom. ● Tens of thousands of people still fall victim to a cheap trick of Ore-Ore Sagi (it's me, it's me scam) every year. The amount of defrauded money has leveled off at 40-50 billion yen and doesn't show the slightest sign of coming down despite the anti-scam campaign across the nation and around the clock. This simply means that in this country you've got to be mentally retarded or criminal, or both, to be able to make a fortune big enough to share with others. ● Amid the deluge of Manga, the 127 million people from the Prime Minister to company executives to university professors to winos and homeless purchased 968 million copies of comic books in 2011. ● The inundation of sexual perversion such as pedophilia, lingerie theft and voyeurism won't subside anytime soon. Just for instance, in 2012 Takuma Okura, then CEO of IBM Japan and a right-hand man to Luis Gerstner, former Chairman of IBM Hq., had to step down from the prestigious, high-paying position when he got caught for his childish act of voyeurism at a JR train station. Believe it or not, this isn't an isolated incident in the nation afflicted with mental neoteny. ● Recently practically all shrinks enthusiastically recommend what they call the Karuta therapy to counter the overall deterioration of cognitive abilities. "Karuta" derives from the Portuguese word "Carta" but it's the name of a Japanese card game solely meant for kids.
No wonder the Americans stubbornly believe Japan is the showcase of the greatest success in their longtime pursuits of nation-building outside their own country. · read more (52 words)
Wednesday, April 09 2014 @ 09:09 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE YOU CAN'T EXPECT SOMEONE TO DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF.
Left: Galileo Galilei defended himself at the Holy Office of the Catholic Church in 1633. Right: Yesterday a shyster named Hideo Miki made his client Haruko Obokata apologize before the big crowd of news reporters.
Owners of Japanese restaurant chain Senba Kitcho
Hideo Miki who staged the above ritual
HIDEO MIKI (三木秀夫) is one of those shameless shysters who are only good at spotting an ambulance and chasing after it. It's only late Tuesday night that I learned now Dr. Haruko Obokata is his client and she would be accompanied by the lawyer in her first public appearance in more than two months at a press conference scheduled for the Wednesday afternoon.
Apparently Miki visited her at the hospital where she was staying. There it must have been a piece of cake for him to dupe the greenhorn on the verge of nervous breakdown into signing the fraudulent retainer agreement.
A famous Japanese restaurant chain named Senba Kitcho is one of the most important clients of Miki Legal Office presumably since last November when its shops were raided over false labeling of some menu items and reusing the leftovers from previous customers. At that time Miki instructed the owner of the restaurant chain (the kimono-clad hag in the photo) to offer tearful apologies to the big crowd of people before taking a specific legal action.
That means that his modus operandi is to stage a typical ritual for tentative apologies before getting started with the substantive dispute over which party is more at fault, and only then ask for some leniency. This always works in this country where anyone in trouble automatically chooses to follow the same procedure. But it's a different story when it comes to a scientific matter.
I hastily looked around for his mail address but it was already 13 hours before the press conference when I found it. I quickly warned Miki about the following two points:
- You should never tell your client to offer apologies before the media crew. The moment she takes a bow, she loses her case. There's nothing in common between the STAP contention and the menu scandal. - You should keep in mind that there is not much legal implication in the Obokata affair because only scientists can take care of science. The only thing you can help your client with is to seek a decent settlements with her current employer RIKEN, e.g. on the severance pay and compensation for defamation.
NOTE: According to a tabloid, the contract between Obokata and RIKEN was tentatively renewed on April 1 pending the final verdict. But she should know it's very unlikely that her authority as a unit leader can be fully restored. And even if she is fully reinstated, her research activities will be shackled by the corporate culture which is now even more fearful of making mistakes. Also it's been said that her alma mater Waseda University hints at the possibility to revoke her doctorate in the worst case.
I knew Miki wouldn't have replied even if I'd sent the mail one day earlier. The parasite certainly knows he would be out of work if he heeded my humble advice.
Actually during the televised 2-hour conference, the developmental biologist took a deep bow to the big crowd at least five times. Each time she repeated the same words: "I feel awfully sorry for causing all this trouble because of the lack of discipline on my part, the faulty way I presented the results of our experiments, and my immaturity as a professional researcher." It looks as though she didn't understand her former colleagues and bosses are more ill-disciplined and more immature. She should have known it's these eunuchs that caused all this mess.
In between Obokata stood firm with her method to create STAP cells. But who would believe in the story and the data supporting it given by someone who deprecates herself like this?
Without a doubt, the Japanese are the world's most gullible people. But this afternoon those present at the congregation had all of a sudden turned into the world's most skeptical people while their brains still remained empty. Not a single interrogator sounded like having expertise in forensic science or a minimal computer literacy, let alone developmental biology.
At one point Obokata said in response to a question to the effect that she has successfully created STAP cells more than 200 times. She added that she isn't alone in ascertaining the method proved workable. Totally unconvinced, the questioner said, "Will you please name one, but yourself, who has succeeded in creating STAP cells?" After a moment's hesitation, Obokata declined to comply. I am sure Dr. Charles A. Vacanti of Harvard Medical School was among the names she could barely swallow.
Now practically all commentators are saying Obokata virtually admitted to fabricating her story when she declined to name a single researcher who has created STAP cells.
I'm not good at speculating. But I think now it's increasingly obvious from the nation-wide witch-hunt that SHINYA YAMANAKA (山中伸弥), now the emperor reigning over Japan's regenerative medicine, is doing a dirty trick from behind the curtain. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in 2012 for the discovery of the proprietary method to create iPS cells. Since the STAP method is something that will eclipse the discovery by Yamanaka and his colleagues in many ways, the Nobel laureate has a good reason to try hard to defend his vested interests against the threat posed by STAP cells.
There is another factor to the difficulty facing the rebels in cell biology. Nature Publishing Group has its Japanese subsidiary named Nature Japan whose annual sales were in the neighborhood of 3.2 billion yen as of 2012. If you take a peek at its customer list, you will notice RIKEN is among the biggest clients for Nature Japan. Also you will learn the quasi-governmental research institute, which is 2/3 funded with taxpayers' money here, is paying more than 70 million yen every year to Nature's subsidiary.
So far the group's headquarters in the U.K. has remained on the sidelines without giving a helping hand Haruko Obokata is dying for. That indicates that it hasn't realized it now faces the moment of truth.
As I said to someone sitting in the London office a couple of days ago, it's time something must be done by Nature if the publisher wants to preserve its prestigious status as an independent scientific journal. I suggested a couple of specific steps to be taken to that end.
In the meantime, Hideo Miki will have a rosy future thanks to these self-deprecating people who are conveyed in the ambulance to his office one after another. He will never realize Obokata has to defend herself just like Galileo did when the ailing 70-year-old was summoned to the Catholic Church.
This is also reminiscent of Seiji Ozawa, former music director of the Boston Symphony Orchestra (1973-2002.) In 1962 Ozawa was ostracized by the NHK Symphony Orchestra, and thus by the entire music world of the country. At that time he never thought about hiring an attorney or offering apologies to the government-owned broadcaster. He just left his home country. It's the NHK that apologized on its knees, 32 years later, for having kicked out the exceptionally gifted musician. The Maestro already knew when he was in his mid-20s that no one but himself could help him out of the jam.
Once again this sends me back to the same question: "Are we still evolving forward or are we quickly degenerating?" Actually I was working on a new post in which to discuss the same question from a different angle - "juvenile dementia." Hopefully I'll be able to upload it before long. · read more (265 words)
Thursday, March 13 2014 @ 07:55 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS DO HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING.
POSTSCRIPT TO OBOKATA UPDATE (April 4):
On Friday I wrote a mail to Dr. Charles A. Vacanti, professor at Harvard Medical School and one of the coauthors of the STAP papers in question, to suggest he not pull the plug on Haruko Obokata. One hour ago, he quickly got back to me. I take the liberty to publish his reply below here.
"Thank you. The studies presented were stellar. Although some formatting errors were made, I think that they were sincere mistakes, and not done to intentionally mislead. I believe that the science was not affected by these errors and that the conclusions are correct. CAV" OBOKATA UPDATE (April 2):
Yesterday Ryoji Noyori, Nobel laureate and president of quasi-governmental research organization RIKEN (PHOTO 1) offered sincere apologies for the "research misconduct" allegedly committed by Haruko Obokata (PHOTO 2) in the research papers on STAP cells she coauthored with her colleagues.
Since I'm completely in the dark about cell biology, I can't tell exactly what the Nobel-winning scum apologized for on behalf of the ambitious researcher. And yet I know for sure what's going on behind the curtain. The reason these old sadists gang up so mercilessly on her is just because they think the nail that tries very hard to stick out must be hammered down without fail.
News reports have it that the young researcher, who had been gagged while the in-house probe into "irregularities" was going on behind closed doors, now expressed her resolve to fight back against the witch-hunt of the 21st century. Her lone battle has only just begun.
I listen to myself. If you trust your inner sense of sound, you create something that is truer. It is like communicating from the heart. Losing my hearing was a gift from God. - Mamoru Samuragochi, in a 2001 interview by TIME magazine in which the interviewer touted him as "Japan's Beethoven."
[By the way] I've never felt he was deaf ever since we met. We carry on normal conversations. - Takashi Niigaki, a music lecturer, added when he came forward to admit he'd ghost-written every "masterpiece" of Japan's Beethoven, including Symphony No. 1 dedicated to the Hiroshima victims.
You are taunting the history of cell biology. - an e-mail the British scientific journal Nature sent to Japanese researcher Haruko Obokata, when turning down her first submissions of paper on STAP (stimulus-triggered acquisition of pluripotency) cells.
At first no one believed in me. I thought about quitting time and again, crying countless nights. - Dr. Haruko Obokata, at the news that Nature had reversed its previous assessments.
What I wrote in my previous post all comes down to this:
A truth-seeker is the worst type of truth-denier.
Like a fake Buddhist monk, he seems to believe truth dwells in pain. Simply this is ridiculous because a fatal logical flaw, which is noticeable even to a kindergarten kid, is involved there.
Believe it or not, I've never been a truth-denier myself because I know it is even more painful to stick my head in the sand. And yet I'm not interested in the truth-seeking game, either. The following are some of the reasons.
Firstly there's no such thing as a universal truth that can be shared equally among two or more nations or individuals. It takes imperialist's arrogance to deny a truth can never be true when looked at from the other side. For instance, the inevitable collapse of the American empire is a dream coming true for other peoples, especially East Asians except these yellow Yankees.
The Americans, in general, view the world which is no longer revolving around their country, standing on their heads. That's why they never understand that if the West is doomed, it's a long-awaited daybreak for the East.
Some ten years ago I shared a big lobster with my date at a seafood restaurant in Sydney. No sooner had we come back to the hotel than she fell sick and couldn't get up until the next morning. All along I was so in good shape that I might have gone golfing, by myself, as we had originally planned together. The Aussie doc explained to me: "This always happens because poison never travels evenly in a living organism."
Obviously he was talking about the lobster. But my interpretation was that the same applies to human society; the implication of any event largely varies from one individual to another.
Secondly, we've already suffered more than enough from the truth of the American century. There's no reason, whatsoever, for us to ask for more.
I've known since my early childhood that treasure (or pleasure) hunting is what my life should be all about. It's an irony but my Epicurean trait is attributable to the abnormally Spartan way my father educated me. Now I believe an ascetic attitude toward life is not only meaningless but also harmful.
My way of using the search engine, therefore, is 180-degrees different from yours. To me the cyberspace is little more than a huge fact sheet which serves primarily as a free dictionary or encyclopedia, with the only exception of audio/visual websites.
In 2001, a U.S. film was released under the title of Serendipity. I think not a few people looked up the unfamiliar word in the dictionary. There they found out that as the filmmaker suggested it means "(the faculty of making) a fortunate discovery by accident." Misled by the wrong definition, these credulous and intellectually lazy people concluded the word is roughly synonymous with "windfall" you just come upon without making a painstaking effort.
I already knew what serendipity means. When I was in my late-teens I learned about the same idea in the context of Plato's epistemology and Kierkegaard's "forward recollection," although the two thinkers didn't use the word serendipity. But after watching the cheap "romantic comedy," I made a web search to look into its etymology.
From a Wikipedia entry, I learned that an Englishman named Horace Walpole wrote in 1754 to his friend to the effect that he coined the word from the Persian fairy tale "The Three Princes of Serendip," in which "the heroes were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things they were not in quest of." (Emphasis mine.) In short, serendipity takes both good luck and some mental effort.
A truth-seeker's problem lies in the obvious fact that any preconceived search criteria won't work. If he already knows the answer, there's no point in seeking it while if he doesn't know the answer, he doesn't know what question to ask, either. A hunter of pleasant truth faces the same dilemma in his quest for something really creative. That's why I always let serendipity guide me especially when I do my video-mining exercise.
YouTube was a rich reservoir of creativity until Google acquired it from these young entrepreneurs, Steve Chen, et al. But now it looks like a vast graveyard of civilization. For instance, the moment you upload a video in which your Pomeranian does a funny trick, as my disowned son used to be doing, tens of millions of idiots come to view it. Now a creative video is a real rarity. But with my serendipity-guided search method, I can distinguish art from crap, science from superstition, or philosophy from delusion.
In December I found an 11-year-old jazz organist named Neo Yamada (photo on the top.) I saw in this gifted kid an audio-visual confirmation that as is true with treasure-hunters, serendipity is an integral element when you are working on the embodiment of your creativity into an artistic performance or technological achievement. It takes serendipity for two contradictory attributes, spontaneity and discipline, to meet in a same person. Discipline with which to pay due respect to tradition is not really a rarity here, but in this cultural wasteland you seldom come across spontaneity which isn't contaminated by impurities from commercialism, nationalism or anything that has nothing to do with art or technology.
The chord progression called "12-bar minor blues" isn't my type of music. But it was a real blessing that I stumbled on Neo's excellent performance.
I think it makes little sense to tell you exactly how I landed at this video because the way to exercise sagacity varies from person to person. But to make a long story short, I've been in touch, though off and on, with half-a-dozen female musicians, including one professional vocalist in the last ten years. I've had a lot of discussions with them over the chromatic scale, fine articulations particular to jazz, etc. I came upon the particular artist when I was looking around for videos featuring Harry Warren's "There Will Never Be Another You" to recommend to a lady who plays the trumpet in the band organized by my biological son. Had it not been for this background, I might have overlooked Neo as just yet another prodigy.
My serendipity method also helps deselect rubbish from Japanese male "artists."
Westerners, especially Americans, are always looking eastward for handy alternatives in the face of the ruin of their traditional value system. What if I had carelessly keyed in a set of keywords such as "japanese music fukushima hiroshima" as they often do? Then I would certainly have hit this small-time crook named Mamoru Samuragochi (photo in the center) and his "masterpiece" Symphony No.1 which was originally dedicated to the Hiroshima victims and now re-dedicated to those who suffered from the Fukushima disaster. This is how an American truth-seeker is often taken in by Oriental rubbish.
I'm glad I could avoid wasting my limited time with yet another fake thanks to my intuition-guided search method.
When the obscure music teacher named Takashi Niigaki came forward to cough it up, his confession ignited a public outcry especially among "classical music lovers" who bought 220,000 copies of the CD featuring Symphony No.1. But actually this is not a big deal. The only crime Samuragochi committed is the collection of the disability pension from the goofs in Yokohama City Hall for his feigned deafness almost for two decades. There's nothing wrong with using a friend's name with his consent or outsourcing one's task to someone else.
If this farce should still be called a fraud, the main perpetrators are TIME magazine that dubbed him "the Japanese Beethoven" in 2001 and NHK that deified the petty thief taking a cue from TIME. Now that the Japanese Beethoven finally revealed himself, the government-owned broadcaster has started playing dumb as it has always been doing since August 1945 every time a deity was exposed as fake.
Just imagine what would happen if a forensic expert revealed that one of the masterpieces previously credited to Ludwig van Beethoven was actually composed by someone else. Of course that wouldn't affect the way real music lovers appreciate it. But in Japan, the moment it was revealed Niigaki was the real composer, every piece of music released under the name of Samuragochi turned into rubbish which is what it actually is. This, alone, is telling evidence that entire Japanese culture is fake.
Admittedly my serendipity-guided search method is not flawless. One week or so before the revelation, another intriguing news broke out about a young cell biologist named Haruko Obokata (photo at the bottom.) Until then her name meant absolutely nothing to me.
Just like the Japanese Beethoven was lifted out of obscurity by the stupid interviewer at TIME magazine, Obokata's recognition came just after the British scientific journal Nature published the paper Obokata coauthored with Charles Vacanti, Professor at Harvard Medical School, and some other fellow researchers. But her dethronement came much sooner than Samuragochi's deposition.
Although I'm interested in the idea of initializing human cells, I'm completely in the dark about cell biology. So I can't tell for sure if there were "fatal" foul plays in the way Obokata and her colleagues handled their experimental data. And yet what's going on right now is somewhat familiar to me. Time and again I've experienced this for most of my adulthood, and until the last days of my eight-decade-long life.
Vacanti, one of the coauthors of the article in question still maintains he doesn't agree to the proposed withdrawal of the paper because as he told a Yomiuri reporter a couple of days ago, "some mistakes were made, but they don't affect the conclusions" about STAP (stimulus-triggered acquisition of pluripotency) cells.
But the pleasantly ambitious and Moomin-loving cell biologist with jovial eyes in her roundish face is now having a hard time as these jealous old boys in 日本再生医療学会 (Nihon Saisei Iryo Gakkai or the Japanese Society of Regenerative Medicine) have started to gang up, first insidiously and then openly, on the researcher, on the pretext that Japan's credibility is now in jeopardy because of the "defective" paper. They include Nobel Laureate-turned emperor of the JSRM Shinya Yamanaka and Professor at Yamanashi University Teruhiko Wakayama who posed as a wholehearted supporter of Obokata when she came under the spotlight.
Wasting no time, the media followed suit and are now chastising Obokata as if they weren't touting her as a heroine as recently as two weeks ago.
She has fallen silent in recent weeks. Today (March 14) a joint statement was released by the names of the members of her team at the quasi-governmental organization named RIKEN. It said to the effect that they have decided to agree to the withdrawal of the article because so many people have found defects in their way of compiling the paper.
Obokata must have learned a bitter lesson that she should first and foremost represent Nippon before representing herself as a cell biologist or whatever she wants to be, in this dead country where people never fail to mercilessly hammer down a nail that sticks out. Yet I hope in her next public appearance she won't offer apologies before the TV cameras as Samuragochi and Niigaki did in their recent press conferences.
This is yet another reminder of the case with Maestro Seiji Ozawa. In 1961 he was ostracized by NHK just because the young guy had acted like himself. Only after he got certificates from Herbert von Karajan and Leonard Bernstein, the gifted musician was re-imported accepting apologies from NHK. Now he was finally enshrined here as the emperor of Japan's classical music. He was fortunate because the late Hideo Saito, Ozawa's first music teacher, kept encouraging him to stick to his unique style even after he was kicked out of their home country. Unlike Professor Yamanaka, Saito never betrayed Ozawa in his lifetime.
This is also reminiscent of my own experience with Gordon G. Chang and his agent. They were desperately trying to keep my heretical view at bay. Instead of pointing out possible logical flaws in my argument, they enthusiastically nitpicked over my "run-on" sentences and minor grammatical errors.
By now the dreg of humanity in New Jersey should have retracted all his baloney about China heading for collapse by 2011 and Japan once again overtaking China, GDP-wise, by 2013. But with feigned ignorance of the fact that corrections, apologies and refunds of royalty income are already long overdue, the shameless crisis-monger is now talking about Asia's 1937 Syndrome.
Perfection is one thing and integrity is quite another. And the pursuit of perfection cannot be a goal for a self-motivated individual like Neo or Obokata. That means creative people is totally defenseless before establishment which knows very well where to find their weak spot. Most of the time an exceptional talent is ruined outright, or subtly incorporated over time into the society of conventionalists and conformists.
.Here's a creativity test for you.
How would you cope with the situation if the Internet connection was totally disrupted in your country because the entire infrastructure had been destroyed by a full-fledged war or a gigantic earthquake and there was no prospect of recovery in sight?
You would say, "I'm too busy to discuss such an unrealistic situation. You are crazy." You bet I am. But don't forget you are crazier. This situation is a reality for billions of people in underdeveloped countries. And even in industrialized countries not a few people are exposed to the same threat everyday. I, for one, will get totally disconnected the moment my ailing PC goes dead because I have no money to replace it and I have no Sumaho as a backup device.
What you actually want to say is: "I don't want to use my brain if there's no monetary award at stake. And to begin with I'm not sure if I still have one." So my call for papers is meant only for those who can make believe I'm offering $1 million for the most creative idea. · read more (38 words)
Sunday, March 02 2014 @ 03:33 AM CST
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE THAT NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF.
This question has long been haunting me: "What the heck are these guys googling for day and night?"
I, too, do a web search or two everyday. But unlike most of you, I do some thinking before and after a search because I know I can't substitute a search engine for my own brain.
It's been said people are primarily looking for factual information to keep up with the quickly changing world. But I don't believe in the myth because the types of factual information accessible on the web are quite limited.
To be more specific, there are:
● weather reports, ● geographical information, e.g. how to get to one's destination, the distance and time difference between two places, ● micro-history, e.g. who wrote a particular book or musical piece, what his bio and quotations are like, ● schedules and results of sporting events and other "circenses," ● laws and regulations, ● descriptions of administrative and judicial systems, ● anatomical data, and ● linguistic information, e.g. definitions, synonyms, antonyms and etymologies of words.
I can't think of any other kind of factual information that doesn't fall on these categories.
One case in point here is the same old semantic question about the difference between "fact" and "truth." My way of distinguishing the two words goes like this:
"A fact is truthful only when you know the question while truth is factual only when you know the answer."
I haven't found a single answer any better than mine in those Q&A communities.
And don't tell me news stories, comments by pundits and bloggers, macro-history, scientific theories and hypotheses, safety standards established based on them, and statistical reports are factual. I'm not talking about the known fact that these types of information are often distorted. Distorted or not, they are all nonfactual types of information.
For instance, if you are one of those empty-headed Japan watchers in the U.S., you did a web search in late December using such keywords as "abe yasukuni shrine." Then you learned that Japan's prime minister had visited the shrine where the war criminals are enshrined along with the war-dead and for that he was criticized by China, South Korea and even the United States. It's hard to explain but billions of people all over the world visited billions of different places on December 26, 2013. It's neither a fact nor truth until the sender of the information tells those on the receiving end exactly why he thought this event was particularly report-worthy.
Then what about statistics? It is true statistical data such as gross domestic product and government's debt of a nation are not always fabricated. But so what? It's a known fact that "shadow economy" and "shadow banking" are not negligibly small not only in Greece and China but also in the rest of the world. Take gross domestic product of the United Kingdom for example. Wikipedia says it stood at 2.49 trillion in 2013 in terms of US$. This is not a fact because as THE TIMES recently reported, it would add at least US$16 billion if you included the illegal activities of prostitutes and drug dealers. And needless to say the British daily just made it up. How can you estimate the size of underground activities?
And to begin with, who decided GDP is the primary indicator of nation's health and vigor? As anyone who has learned the essence of the Luca Pacioli system can tell, any figure arbitrarily singled out from among tons of data means absolutely nothing when the total picture of a system is at issue.
The same can be said of the promotional material of a company you scrutinize when making a purchase decision.
This time I thought numerical data would give me some clue to what underlies the puzzling behaviors of netizens. And it did. Take a look at the following table.
Figures for 2013
in Million except for F
Annual Number of Google Searches
Google Annual Search Statistics
Daily Average of Above
Daily Average of Total Web Searches
Google's share in search engine market (Wikipedia)
Internet Penetration Rate (Wikipedia)
Average Number of Searches per Day
C divided by E
I was a seasoned senior manager who worked on financial matters for more than 40 years. So I never take any unaudited figure at face value. The above figure F already seems to be on the high side when taking into account the obvious fact that there's not much of factual information available on the web. Yet I suspect these figures have been largely understated, intentionally or not.
For one thing they didn't count you when you clicked a bookmark, or used a direct link, to know, say, the weather forecast of the day. Another factor of the obvious understatement is the known fact that Google makes it a rule to use the ill-defined unit of traffic measurement the IFABC calls UU (Unique User.) If you come back to your browser within the same session or on the same day with the same IP address and auxiliary identifier, Google tends to ignore the second search onwards. These are why I suspect the Annual Number of Google Searches here is largely understated.
At the end of the time-consuming exercise, I realized there's no reliable per-capita number given on the web. But in the absence of unambiguous data, I could tentatively conclude that I was right in assuming the average netizen is seeking something other than factual information most of the time. Put it simply, he is seeking what he thinks is truth because of his tendency to constantly mix up fact and truth.
As I observe, a vast majority of people on both sides of the Pacific, and in the rest of the world to a lesser degree, have been indoctrinated, since their childhood, into believing a funny idea that seeking truth with eunuch's asceticism is what their life should be all about. To that end they rely on a false assumption that they can find the correct answer just by keying in casual search words because more specific questions have been planted beforehand by someone else. Small wonder these change-disabled people always end up with inertia-friendly and inactionable truth.
This explains their compulsive behavior but still leaves us wondering how they can find truth when it's something each individual should create, or re-create, on his own.
The fact of the matter is that truth isn't searchable on the web or anywhere else. On the one hand if you already know the answer, there's no point in seeking it, and on the other if you don't, you are looking for an answer without knowing what question to ask. How can you tell what search string to use to look for something that is yet to be known or even created?
For their insatiable quest for fake truth, they are unwittingly paying a prohibitively high price. In doing so they have chosen to subordinate themselves to the battalions of web spiders, i.e. search robots, unleashed by the likes of Google. To me these people look like a big school of fish being driven into a huge Net by giga-tons of lures spread all over the World Wide Web.
Here's a deliberate statement that summarizes all this:
Seek not truth. Instead, make it chase after you.
Although this is nothing more than a commonsense argument, most of you truth-seeking, crisis-mongering, doomsaying folks will have great difficulty swallowing my heretical view. And that is essentially why my unpopular website is getting further un-optimized by these SEO (Search Engine Optimization) companies who are affiliated with the Google Cult in one way or the other.
POSTSCRIPT: I'm afraid Westerners think my altar analogy is an exaggeration. But it is not. There is a subtle difference in attitude between Western netizens and their Japanese counterparts. While Christians are susceptible to addiction to truth, Shintoists, or fake Buddhists, tend to become addicted to the search engine itself because of their long tradition of "technology fetishism" coupled with blind admiration of Western ideas. But the bottomline is the same; they are equally indoctrinated to remain fixed with the past. In that respect TV commercials have symptomized the Japanese disease for more than six decades. People in marketing departments and copywriters have known it's 100-times more effective if consumer goods is named and described in "English," such as "Be-A-Doraibaa" for Mazda (to be pronounced in completely flat intonation) and that food stuff will make viewers salivate more than not when endorsed by a blue-eyed Gaijin. Believe it or not, foreigners other than Chinese and Koreans living in Japan account for a mere 0.6% of the total population. Now every second TV commercial tells the viewers how to make 検索 (Kensaku or a web search) for the product instead of giving a sales pitch directly. Now the entire population is into the Kensaku Karuto. · read more (17 words)
LAST-MINUTE ESCAPE ON THE EVE OF NAZI'S INVASION OF POLAND - PART 3 BY Mineo Yamamoto
This is part of a serial essay my father contributed to an aviation journal soon after he came back from Germany, via the USA, on the eve of Hitler's invasion of Poland. My friend named Shohei Shintani was kind enough to manually transcribe the 75-year-old articles for this website. (The letter-count reached 120,000.) We just thought some of you might want to apply your translation aid to the Japanese text provided here to know how a Japanese individual viewed the bilateral relations between Germany and Japan under the Axis Alliance. This has somehow reminded me all anew that one shouldn't speak like a historian, unless he is actually in the most despicable occupation on earth. You can't really talk about, let alone live your life like it's history. Another thing I was reminded is that as Gustave Flaubert observed, God is in the details.CONTINUED FROM PART 2
LAST-MINUTE ESCAPE ON THE EVE OF NAZI'S INVASION OF POLAND - PART 2 BY Mineo Yamamoto
This is part of a serial essay my father contributed to an aviation journal soon after he came back from Germany, via the USA, on the eve of Hitler's invasion of Poland. My friend named Shohei Shintani was kind enough to manually transcribe the 75-year-old articles for this website. (The letter-count reached 120,000.) We just thought some of you might want to apply your translation aid to the Japanese text provided here to know how a Japanese individual viewed the bilateral relations between Germany and Japan under the Axis Alliance. This has somehow reminded me all anew that one shouldn't speak like a historian, unless he is actually in the most despicable occupation on earth. You can't really talk about, let alone live your life like it's history. Another thing I was reminded is that as Gustave Flaubert observed, God is in the details.CONTINUED FROM PART 1
Looking down at the port from Mt. Floyen
A British destroyer anchors astern the Yasukuni-maru
Kids playing by a lake
Fellow countrymen, who had missed the Yasukuni- maru in Hamburg, arrived at Bergen aboard a plane
LAST-MINUTE ESCAPE ON THE EVE OF NAZI'S INVASION OF POLAND - PART 1 BY Mineo Yamamoto
This is part of a serial essay my father contributed to an aviation journal soon after he came back from Germany, via the USA, on the eve of Hitler's invasion of Poland. My friend named Shohei Shintani was kind enough to manually transcribe the 75-year-old articles for this website. (The letter-count reached 120,000.) We just thought some of you might want to apply your translation aid to the Japanese text provided here to know how a Japanese individual viewed the bilateral relations between Germany and Japan under the Axis Alliance. This has somehow reminded me all anew that one shouldn't speak like a historian unless he is actually in the most despicable occupation on earth. You can't really talk about, let alone live your life like it's history. Another thing I was reminded is that as Gustave Flaubert observed, God is in the details.
First published on October 11, 2013 A Letter to All Young Athletes Who Dream of Coming to Tokyo in 2020
Some Facts You Should Know About Fukushima by TAKASHI HIROSE. On September 7, 2013, Japan's Prime Minister Shinzo Abe said, to the 125th session of the Olympic Committee, the following:
“Some may have concerns about Fukushima. Let me assure you, the situation is under control. It has never done and will never do any damage to Tokyo.”
This will surely be remembered as one of the great lies of modern times. In Japan, some people call it the “Abesolute Lie.” Believing it, the IOC decided to bring the 2020 Olympics to Tokyo.
Japanese government spokespersons defend Abe's statement by saying radiation levels in the Pacific Ocean have not yet exceeded safety standards.
This recalls the old story of the man who jumped off a ten-story building and, as he passed each story, could be heard saying, “So far, so good.”
We are talking about, remember, the Pacific Ocean—the greatest body of water on earth, and for all we know in the universe. Tokyo Electric Power Company—TEPCO—has been pouring water through its melted-down reactor at Fukushima and into the ocean for two and a half years, and so far the Pacific Ocean has been able to dilute that down to below the safety standard. So far, so good. But there is no prospect in sight for turning off the water.
Here are eight things you need to know:
1. In a residential area park in Tokyo, 230 km from Fukushima, the soil was found to have a radiation level of 92,335 Becquerels per meter. This is a dangerous level, comparable to what is found around the ④ Chernobyl zone (the site of the nuclear catastrophe in 1986). One reason this level of pollution is found in the capital is that between Tokyo and Fukushima there are no mountains high enough to block the radioactive clouds. In the capital, people, who understand the danger, absolutely avoid eating food produced in Eastern Japan.
2. Inside Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Reactors #1 - #3, the pipes (which had circulated cooling water) are broken, which caused a meltdown. This means the nuclear fuel overheated, melted, and continued to melt anything it touched.
Thus, it melted through the bottom of the reactor, and then through the concrete floor of the building and sank into the ground. As mentioned above, for two and a half years TEPCO workers have been desperately pouring water into the reactor, but it is not known whether the water is actually reaching the melted fuel. If a middle-strength earthquake comes, it is likely to totally destroy the already damaged building. And as a matter of fact, in the last two and a half years, earthquakes have continued to hit Fukushima. (And as an additional matter of fact, just as this letter was being written, Fukushima was hit by another middle-strength earthquake, but it seems that the building held up one more time. So far, so good.) Especially dangerous is Reactor #4, where a large amount of nuclear fuel is being held in a pool, like another disaster waiting for its moment.
3. The cooling water being poured into the reactor is now considered the big problem in Japan. Newspapers and TV stations—that previously strove to conceal the danger of nuclear power—are now reporting on this danger every day, and criticizing Shinzo Abe for the lie he told to the IOC. The issue is that the highly irradiated water is entering and mixing with the ground water, and this leakage can't be stopped, so it is spilling into the outer ocean. It is a situation impossible to control. In August, 2013, (the month prior to Abe's IOC speech) within the site of the Daiichi Reactors, radiation was measured at 8,500 micro-Sieverts per hour. That is enough to kill anyone who stayed there for a month. This makes it a very hard place for the workers to get anything done. In Ohkuma-machi, the town where the Daiichi Nuclear Reactor site is located, the radiation was measured in July, 2013 (two months before Abe's talk) at 320 micro-Sieverts per hour. This level of radiation would kill a person in two and a half years. Thus, over an area many kilometers wide, ghost towns are increasing.
4. For the sake of the 2020 Tokyo Olympics, an important fact has been left out from reports that go abroad. Only the fact that irradiated water is leaking onto the surface of the ground around the reactor is reported. But deep under the surface, the ground water is also being irradiated, and the ground water flows out to sea and mixes with the seawater through sea-bottom springs. It is too late to do anything about this.
5. If you go to the big central fish market near Tokyo and measure the radiation in the air, it measures at about 0.05 micro-Sieverts—a little higher than the normal level. But if you measure the radiation near the place where the instrument—that measures the radiation of the fish—is located, the level is two or three times greater (2013 measurement). Vegetables and fish from around the Tokyo area, even if they are irradiated, are not thrown away. This is because the level established by the Japanese government for permissible radiation in food—which if exceeded must not be sold—is the same as the permissible level of radiation in low-level radioactive wastes. Which is to say in Japan today, as the entire country has been contaminated, we have no choice but to put irradiated garbage on the dinner table.
The distribution of irradiated food is also a problem. Food from near Fukushima will be sent to another prefecture, and then sent on, relabeled as produced in the second prefecture. In particular, food distributed by the major food companies, and food served in expensive restaurants, is almost never tested for radiation.
6. In Japan, the only radiation from Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Reactors that is being measured is radioactive cesium. However, large amounts of strontium 90 and tritium are spreading all over Japan. Strontium and tritium's radiation consists of beta rays and are very difficult to measure. However, both are extremely dangerous: strontium can cause leukemia, and tritium can cause chromosome damage.
7. More dangerous still: in order, they say, to get rid of the pollution that has fallen over the wide area of Eastern Japan, they are scraping off the top layer of the soil, and putting it in plastic bags as garbage. Great mountains of these bags, all weather-beaten, are sitting in fields in Eastern Japan, subject, of course, to attack by heavy rain and typhoons. Eventually, the plastic will split open and the contents will come spilling out. When that happens, there will be no place to take them.
8. On September 21, 2013 (again, as this letter was being composed), the newspaper Tokyo Shimbun reported that Tokyo governor Naoki Inose said at a press conference that what Abe expressed to the IOC was his intention to get the situation under control. “It is not,” Inose said, “under control now.”
It's a sad story, but this is the present situation in Japan and in Tokyo. I had loved the Japanese food and this land until the Fukushima accident occurred. But now...
What are the Olympics for?
Do you want to come to Tokyo and enjoy sports surrounded by polluted air and water?
Do you want to eat irradiated food?
Because of the accident at Fukushima Daiichi's Reactors, Japan today is in an abnormal condition never before experienced by mankind.
My best wishes for your health and long life.
(Please translate this into the language of your country and pass it around.)
An American's Point of View by Randall Tillotson I am an American visitor to this website. Mr. Hirose's alarming message has already been introduced in many websites based in the U.S., but since these reproductions have all been abridged, presumably for space reasons, I used Hirose's original text and all photos embedded in it, and took the liberty of editing some of his sentences for the sake of clarity.
How ironic that the first country attacked with atomic weapons from a foreign country is now in the position whereby sources within their own country are poisoning the citizens with the same deadly material. The weakness of the post-World War II government by submitting to the pressure of the American nuclear industry is now coming back to haunt the people, like a demon emerging from within the earth in one of those silly Japanese sci-fi movies—gigantic freakish monsters that were mutated by radiation. These were supposed to be warnings of the danger of nuclear radiation. No one heeded the warning.
Also, I wouldn't be surprised to hear Abe say that “I wouldn't have allowed nuclear power plants to be constructed. It was what the previous governments did. You're not being harmed by our government. It was those fools in the past. We're being killed by the dead. That's what you call really bad karma.” His lack of responsibility for this nightmare is typical of a sociopath. He and the TEPCO management will never accept responsibility for any of this disaster, and it appears that they have a symbiotic relationship—one neurosis feeds the other.
Even as Mr. Hirose attempts to warn the world about this nightmare from which the Japanese can't awaken, I don't think he's gone far enough in describing the absolute danger to humanity. One commentator is describing this disaster as “The Mouth of the Dragon, as mentioned in biblical scripture.” Beginning in November of this year, TEPCO will begin moving from an aerial water storage tank 1,300 spent fuel rods. When they were placed in this idiotic location, they were guided into place to within 10 millimeters by a computer that stored the exact location of each rod. That computer is now dead, so each rod will have to be moved by human control. As Helen Caldicott warns us, if just one rod is dropped and its cladding gets breached and catches fire, this could potentially cause the entire site to catch fire and release the equivalent of 14,000 Hiroshimas. If this worst case scenario happens, all life in Japan would end forever. In fact, Helen Caldicott gives the chilling warning that the Northern Hemisphere would have to be evacuated, an unlikely possibility. What countries would accept all of these people, especially if they were heavily contaminated?
As for Abe's gigantic lie that Tokyo is safe and Fukushima is under control, a few days after the IOC granted Tokyo the franchise for the Olympics, he openly reversed himself, and asked the global scientific community to come to Japan and help resolve this dangerous situation. In other words, he's admitting that TEPCO hasn't got a clue about how to safely resolve this seemingly unresolvable problem. As is typical with the nuclear industry in every country, secrecy by management is mandatory. Thus, all we can do now is hold our breath as November comes, and hope that this next crisis—the transfer of the spent fuel rods—passes without incident. I try to keep a realistic view of situations like this, and remember the words of swordsman Miyamoto Musashi: Pay your respects to the gods and the Buddhas, but don't rely on them.” We're on our own.
I'm addressing this to all American and other foreign nationals that are potential Olympic team members and game tourists. Please consider consider what's written here and do your own research. Every day, more and more information is being exposed that show the Japanese government and TEPCO have been criminally covering up the true danger in this area of the planet. As athletes and coaches, you will have to live in a radio-active contamination zone: breathing radio-active air, eating food that is radio-active, and drinking and bathing in water that is radio-active. The scientific community has guidelines for daily, weekly, monthly, and annual exposures to radio-active contamination. There are also lifetime maximum exposures to consider, and if contaminated, how will you decontaminate yourself? Would you consider going to an Olympic game venue if it was only 230 km (140 mi) from the site of the Chernobyl disaster? According to Wikipedia the exclusion zone around Chernobyl is 2,600 km.
After reading Hirose's article that notes that Fukushima's contamination is equal to Chernobyl's, this large exclusion zone should be a warning to all athletes, coaches, and visitors. Yet, the Japanese government is ignoring this fact, even at the municipal village level. The exclusion zone at Fukushima should be at least equal to or greater than Chernobyl's.
Therefore, I would urge all persons considering going to Japan for these games to reconsider the insanity and irresponsibility of the IOC for choosing this site, and begin now to lobby the national Olympic committee in your individual country with the goal of immediately canceling the franchise for Tokyo, and demand that the IOC find a safer location. Once Japan gets the infrastructure in place and the the 2020 date gets closer, it will be too late to alter this location. It must be stopped now and moved. Otherwise, you athletes and coaches will be placed in a double-bind: do you go into a zone of poison and fulfill your dream but possibly get cancer later in life, or do you refuse to go and protect your life but face potential ridicule? Choose life, your life. Either lobby to get the games moved, or choose not to join your Olympic team. Don't let these insane people trick you into being a sacrificial lamb. Let this '60s chant be your mantra: “Better active today, than radio-active tomorrow.” A Japanese Point of View by Yu Yamamoto My take on Mr. T. Hirose's open letter to the young around the world is basically the same as Mr. R. Tillotson's. But let me add something here from my point of view.
Very few are better-versed in the profound and far-reaching implication of the nuclear disaster at TEPCO's Fukushima No.1 Plant than Hirose, the author of Fukushima Meltdown: The World's First Earthquake-Tsunami-Nuclear Disaster (2011). But among other things, what made me feel an urge to do the best we can to help Hirose's effort is his love of life and confidence in humanity. In his letter he writes, " I had loved the Japanese food and this land until the Fukushima accident occurred." If you don't love, or didn't love and now aren't missing, someone or something in this world, there's no point in fighting against anyone or anything.
It is true I share with Hirose the same resentment against the Prime Minister for his abEsolute lies and insatiable vanity, but our goal can't be just to ruin a despicable politician, or anyone else for that matter. Instead, we are going to save someone or something else.
Unfortunately, most of our fellow countrymen have turned a cold shoulder on us. That is no accident because it's these people who selected Abe and his predecessors as their leaders. In that sense they do deserve any consequence of the man-made disaster.
It's against this backdrop that we are now focusing more on sending our message to peoples outside Japan. We are still hopeful that some of them will realize it's next to suicidal to participate in the 2020 Olympics, and take necessary actions before it is too late. · read more (38 words)