Whose game is over now?

Friday, December 27 2013 @ 03:33 AM JST

Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto

OUR GOAL HERE IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS DO, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING.

CONTINUED FROM WHICH BECAME CONTAMINATED FIRST, THE BODY OR THE SOUL?



Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.
- from Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds by Scottish journalist Charles McKay (1841)



It's all over for the dirty
runt named Naoki Inose

Mr. Hirose's game isn't over
yet

Recently I read a rare truthful fiction written by Daniel Keyes under the title of The Touch. I was deeply touched, literally.

Does that mean I could identify myself with the protagonist or any other character, or I got a political message or a moral lesson? My answer to both questions is "No, not at all." To begin with that's not what I normally expect from a book, either fiction or nonfiction.

If there is something I learned anew from The Touch, it's that no two situations are really comparable. True, you can draw a parallel everywhere. But an association established arbitrarily or opportunistically between two different things never provides an actionable link because by extending your thought too far, you tend to lose touch with the life-size view of the real world.

I had an impression that every single character or every single event depicted there refused generalization. This is evident from the unusual way Keyes updated his book. I read it in its 2003 edition, but it was first published in 1968. Instead of incorporating stories about nuclear accidents the protagonist and other original characters had yet to know, the author opted to briefly tell his readers of a dozen nuclear mishaps that had occurred between 1968 and 2003 in "Author's preface to the 2003 edition" and "Appendix." Obviously Keyes knew it would make no sense if he put his characters in a situation that arose in different places and at different times.

Likewise what happened in Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August 1945 doesn't allow an analogy to any other event in history of mankind.

For one thing, it was nothing but an extra act of the mass suicide binge. The detonation of Fat Man and Little Boy must have been avoided if the Japanese had accepted the Potsdam Declaration weeks earlier. Let's face it: the apocalypse of Hiroshima and Nagasaki was invited by none other than the victims who had long been haunted by what I call "the double of the phantom."

Another distinctive feature of the destruction of more than 200-thousand lives in the two cities lay with the fact that the bombs were targeted at the wrong people. Hitler was a relatively sane person: he murdered millions of Jews simply because he hated them. By comparison, Harry S. Truman was a real pervert; he targeted the strategically unimportant local cities in total deviation from the standard tactic of decapitation.

When the war ended, the Japanese felt that in order to pull themselves together, they had to deny things had happened the way they actually had, just like a kid who wakes up from a horrible nightmare has to alter it to make it a little more tolerable or explicable. To that end they turned to the Shintoist formula which is centered around exorcism. That is why they demonized an imaginary thing and named it the evil nuclear power. The cheap trick of generalization and externalization is the only thing they could think of to refrain from pointing their finger at the Japanese phantom or the American pervert.

Truman's prank has taken a devastating toll on the Japanese in many other ways. You are taught to see a "nuclear allergy" in the behavior of the postwar Japanese. As always you are wrong. Actually it's an allergy to humanity, so to speak.

In the subsequent sixty-eight years, one hundred million people with irreparably damaged brains have been praying for a nuclear-free world. Deep inside they know things will never change by repeating the same incantation million times. In other words, it's a prayer for prayer's sake.

And believe it or not, they strictly adhere to the formula of the traditional Shintoist ritual so things will remain unchanged until the problem solves itself, or better yet, until the end of time.

In 1974, then Prime Minister Eisaku Sato, great-uncle of Shinzo Abe, was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for his Three Nonnuclear Principles. But it is the same person who cemented the bilateral arrangement in which Japan swore to eternally stay under the American nuclear umbrella as a "necessary evil." His acrobatic logic has been accepted by the superstitious Japanese in the last four decades thanks to their tendency to demonize the nuclear power.

Small wonder these people have been constantly mixing up Fukushima and Hiroshima since 3/11/2011. They can move from one of the two catastrophic events to the other in a blink of an eye because after all the both incidents were caused by the same evil power of nuclear fission - so they think.

I don't intend to go into too much detail about other types of games, which are designed to solely engage your autonomic nervous system (ANS.) But let me quickly touch on some of them before going on with my story about the weird combination of the nuclear games and the Olympics.

It didn't take long until the one hundred million people became irreversibly hooked on ANS-targeted games. Now practically every adult from one to twelve has his hand glued to a Sumaho (smartphone) around the clock. It looks as though they are playing these games as a substitute for something to pray for. Recently most of them have even developed a weird behavior called "Aruki Sumaho," that literally means playing, instead of praying, a game on Sumaho while walking in the street. These days it's commonplace that such an addict falls off the railroad platform, or is hit by a rule-abiding car.

At times they are somehow reminded that the smartphone is primarily meant for verbal communication. But their conversation is more often than not for exchanging tips on where to find an exciting game or how to win it. These neotenized people remind me of the Red Guards who carried around Mao's Little Red Book anywhere they went at the height of the Great Cultural Revolution. This is another confirmation that an ape can play a game, if not in the same way a mentally sound human being does.

Another thing that makes the Japanese jumble up reality and illusion is their Waido-sho (wide show) mentality. Just turn on the TV at nay time of the day, you will see a dozen untalented Terebi Tarento (TV personalities,) from empty-headed professors, to amateurish commentators, to cuties flirting in Kurisumasu costumes chitchat about news, Uezah (weather report with lots of laundry and clothing tips,) supohtsu (sports,), Entame (entertainment) and today's horoscope.

It's these learning-disabled Tokyoites, 4.3 million of them, that elected Naoki Inose to succeed Shintaro Ishihara as Tokyo Governor one year ago. They also elevated him to a national hero who brought the 2020 Olympics to the country ridden with inferiority complex. Although the same people are now making fun of him, he was the right person to carry on the vanity project started by Ishihara because he is also racked with an implacable sense of inferiority since his youth. You will agree if you look at his poor physique and ugly chin-like face. He is believed to stand only 5ft tall.

On Thursday last week Kisha Kurabu (the press club) physically and collusively attached to the Metropolitan Government staged a big press conference for Inose to officially announce he would call it quits. It was televised live but everything that was going on there was quite predictable because all the questions about the reason of his resignation had been planted beforehand. At the end of the ritual, it was reassured over and over again that even after he left office, the rest of the nation will carry on the same spirit of "Chiimu Nippon" (Team Nippon) in order to make the Olympics a great success. This was reminiscent of the wartime slogan that went: "One hundred million hearts beat as one."

Inose has been a prolific "nonfiction writer" in the last several decades. But in this country where the entire population is caught up in illusions, nonfiction books don't sell as well as in other countries. (The same is true with Mr. Hirose's books.) So the only way he could make a fortune as a writer was to blackmail his subjects. Now as the Tokyo Governor, he made extra billions from influence-buying construction companies on top of the money lawfully extorted from taxpayers in the form of salaries, bonuses and severance pays. (He had already received 37 million yen when he resigned as Deputy Governor under Ishihara's governorship.) A small part of his loot has been passed on to the IOC thieves, but this is why the scum from a poor family could afford to buy a gorgeous mansion.

The name of his game was the compensation for inferiority complex. It's all over now. But life still goes on for the 67-year-old retired thief because the rest of the people are still playing the same game. The dreg of humanity is now condemned to vegetate in the palatial mansion for the rest of his worthless life.

Another nonfiction writer Mr. Hirose is playing a totally different game. Some of us know that an enormous amount of numerical data is stored in his database to support his cause. That leaves you wondering why he talks very little about numbers in his open letter. He already gave his answer to this question in a YouTube video.

The 70-year-old investigative journalist, that Mr. Hirose actually is, talked to the audience about early days of his writing career. In those days, he worked on the translation of medical literature authored by American and German doctors. According to Hirose, he was astounded to know there is a huge difference between Japanese doctors and their German counterparts in the way they deal with their patients. In stark contrast to German doctors, Japanese quacks totally ignore 個体差 (the inter-individual diversity.) As the fingerprint or the DNA sequence can never be the same from one person to another, every patient has his unique predisposition toward illnesses. What Mr. Hirose was getting at in his Fukushima lecture is that he doesn't give a damn about safety standards for radioactive exposure.

You may think Hirose meant to say anything in excess of "background radiation" is unacceptable. Again you are wrong because the exposure to ionizing radiation through inhalation of air, ingestion of food and water, etc. also varies by time and location of measurement. What he wanted to say is that it makes very little sense to discuss figures in terms of sievert and becquerel when talking about radioactive contamination.

These days the systolic reading of my blood pressure has seldom fallen below 180mmHg, the threshold to "hypertensive crisis" which was artificially lowered by Japan's medical cartel. How can I keep my blood pressure below that level with my sympathetic nervous system almost hijacked by a big battalion of Red Guards who do Aruki Sumaho all the time?

Another case in point is my eyesight which keeps deteriorating very quickly. I sometimes suspect that as is the case with the protagonist of The Touch, I'm going to lose my vision because of cataracts caused by radioactive dust. But who knows? And who really cares?

To summarize all this, the implication of the Fukushima disaster largely varies from one individual to another. It's YOUR problem, and no one else's. Those of you who think Fukushima is yet another game for doomsayers, crisis-mongers and truth-seekers will never understand what I'm saying.

This is something mainstream and fringe conformists will never accept. And this is essentially why Mr. Hirose addressed his open letter to young athletes outside Japan, although he had stopped short of entirely writing off his home country.

Hirose's game will never be over until the last day of his rewarding life, or better yet, until the 2020 Olympics are destroyed.

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