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Tweeting at the turn of the year


It's already one-twelfth into
the year of the horse

The creepy creature keeps
saying, "Domo." The word
has a broader meaning than
"Aloha." It can even mean
"I'm sorry."

■ In 2004 Chang suggested I do blogging. I heeded his advice only to waste the last 1/8 of my life. It’s this infamy that delayed my recognition of the 10th anniversary.

In September 2010, Chang tweeted at like this:

■ By 2013 Japan will overtake China and become, once again, the world’s second-largest economy.

At the beginning of this year I sent him a mail without expecting anything from the most despicable person I've ever met in my lifetime:

■ Shame on you. Yet another correction, apology and refund of royalty became overdue from you. Remember not everyone of us is a forgetful dupe like Americans.

The scum didn't respond; he just stuck his empty head deeper in the sand as any educated American would do.

■ American “culture” is nothing but a heap of ill-digested quotes. The moron named JFK, for one, famously quoted Juvenal in Berlin without reading the original text.

■ Recently I concluded I should stop quoting Juvenal to come up with a good definition of a game. Obviously any human output but excrement/secretion can be called that.

■ In the past a game was considered harmful when it distracted you FROM political reality too far. Now all games are designed to distract you TOWARD political delusion.

■ I had a big lobster for dinner with my date. She soon collapsed, but I was OK. The Aussie doc said, “This often happens; poisons don’t travel evenly in a living organism.”

■ In the past you were modest enough to say you couldn’t tell good games from bad ones. Now I wonder what keyword you use when googling for a new game you know nothing about.

■ Lara’s sister said her nephew stays at home all the time to play games. That’s why I haven’t seen the kid in the streets lately. She added: Lara keeps shouting, "STOP IT.”

■ His son is getting familiarized with the basics of music. On Jan. 1, I alerted DK to this video to say discipline alone can’t help the kid’s creativity come into bloom.

■ DK showed a keen interest in Neo. But to other guys, including my disowned biological son, man’s creativity means absolutely nothing. They vegetate until time comes.

■ SS transcribed an essay my dad wrote after evacuating Berlin 6 days before Hitler’s invasion of Poland. I don’t know why he did it, but everyone has his own game to play.

■ I used up the Diclofenac pills the eatery owner’s wife had passed on to me. I visited the dentist myself. Once again he gave me an X-ray and the prescription–all for free. · read more (27 words)
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Wisdom to contain one's inner ape


I became a traitor and have remained one. Though I throw myself heart and soul into what I undertake, though I give myself up unreservedly to work, to anger, to friendship, I'll repudiate myself in a moment, I know I will, I want to, and I'm already betraying myself, in the heat of my passion, by the joyful presentiment of my future betrayal. On the whole, I fulfill my commitments like anyone else; I am steadfast in my affections and behavior; but I am unfaithful to my emotions. Monuments, paintings, landscapes, there was a time when the last one I saw was always the finest. I annoyed my friends by alluding cynically or simply lightly - so as to convince myself of my detachment - to a common memory that might have remained precious to them. Because I did not love myself sufficiently, I fled forward.
- from Jean-Paul Sartre's autobiography The Words (English translation by Bernard Frechtman)

After consuming an estimated 500K pieces of
cigarettes in the last 57 years I still remain
addicted to nicotine
I was still very young when I first had the weird sense that death is at the very core of my life. Now with that feeling further reinforced as my life is coming closer to its end, I've realized I've lived my life as if it were a game. At the same time, I've learned that in most cases other people's attitudes toward life are 180-degrees different from mine. Most of you play a game like it's your life.

In recent months I've talked a lot about games. Now let me summarize my arguments below here.

There are three types of games.

The most primitive games are ones that even Japanese macaques could play. Among many other things I used to be into card games, solitaire in particular, first with the deck of paper cards, then with the virtual one. I still don't know exactly why I was hooked on them. All I can tell is that some of them are so addictive that my prefrontal cortex couldn't stop the autonomic nervous system from being into the hard-to-break habit. These games were not only unproductive but also uncreative. And yet I didn't think I had to kick the habit by all means because it could help ease the uncomfortableness inherent to my life - without doing me too much harm. I'll come back to that point in later paragraphs.

All along I've known the most creative type of games are ones that help me internalize everything that happens to me. I sometimes felt that without their help I couldn't simulate my future. That's basically why throughout my adulthood, I've stayed away from the other type of games that allow you to externalize your own life as if it were someone else's. They are only helpful when you want to emulate your past, instead of simulating your future. Unfortunately, games for externalization have proliferated across the board since the turn of the century. Now games for internalization have virtually gone extinct.

Take the currently most popular Fukushima game, for example. Most of you blindly swallow the media's propaganda that always goes: "3/11 is a wakeup call for believers in the myth of the clean nuclear energy." This simply means that we should forget about the fact that in the late 1960s, the vast majority of local residents were enthusiastic about the plan to build the power plant in their village, and that in subsequent years they could enjoy unprecedented prosperity which couldn't have been expected if the plan had been thwarted by these lunatics who untiringly played the green game. The same can be said of the plan to perpetuate the U.S. occupation of the Okinawa Islands. To most of you, Fukushima and Okinawa are always someone else's problems.

I know very little about American journalist Hunter S. Thompson. But I think he made a lot of sense when he observed: "Not everybody is comfortable with the idea that politics is a guilty addiction. But it is." To put it bluntly all political racketeers and pundits are drug dealers, and other people, who still don't realize politics is nothing but addiction to the wreck of the modern nation-state, are junkies. These guys never fail to politicize issues because they know very well it's the most effective way to externalize them.

This all the more makes Juvenal's disapproval of circenses the single most relevant issue facing us today.

There's another aspect we shouldn't overlook when discussing games. Despite the huge difference between your favorite games and mine, games are games. The two types of games have one thing in common: both are addictive, though to varying degrees.

To those of you whose mental development has been irreparably retarded by Freudian Über-Ich or Super-ego, addiction is always a vice. As was the case with Hitler, the goal of your life is to purify the world of the original sin. Let us be reminded of the disastrous consequences of the Prohibition hysteria of the 1920s. The lesson to have been learned there is that if you pursue a vice-free world too far, you always end up in a vice-ful world, instead.

Like I've said before, I am an avowed Epicurean. I always fail to understand what's wrong with letting the neurotransmitter called dopamine stimulate my "pleasure circuit." Don't take me wrong, however. I've never thought in my lifetime that addiction is a virtue. All I'm saying is that these fanatics and eunuchs should know that asceticism is the most perilous kind of addiction.

It is true not a few gifted artists eventually ruined themselves because of their substance abuse. The sad story about self-destructive trait of Billie Holiday or Charlie Parker only serves as yet another parable the nation of hypocrisy named America is always looking for. But it is also true that some others not only knew how to tame their susceptibility to addiction but even could leverage it. My favorite singer Anita O'Day (1919-2006) was a good example. The diva wouldn't have been what she was had it not been for her abuse of a variety of substances such as heroin, along with her tough experiences with abusive American gorillas before she could establish herself as a first-rate singer. And most important of all, O'Day was well aware herself that any talent wouldn't come into full bloom at the price of mediocrity resulting from axenic culture. That was evident from her candid and unapologetic way to talk about her "bad habit."

Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-80) is another case in point. He was seriously addicted to substances such as tobacco, "little meatballs on toothpicks," and possibly amphetamines to a lesser degree. Also he was constantly hooked on women, if not in the way an ordinary sex addict does. And yet the French philosopher seldom discussed addictions.

Some knowingly argue that Sartre's physical ugliness underlay his quirky thoughts. Maybe that is true, in a way. But I think it's truer that he owed his creativity to his addictive trait.

When he wrote "We are our choices," people took it as if he meant to say, "I could be a handsome guy if I chose to be one." These simple-minded people instantly jumped on the idea to pooh-pooh him because they thought Sartre had finally revealed himself as a naive and immature person. But nothing was farther from his ontological ethics that explains how a being-for-itself (l'être-pour-soi) gets involved with a being-in-itself (l'être-en-soi) or another being-for-itself (lêtre-pour-autrui.)

In later years Sartre used the word "l'engagement," in place of "free project," in order to counter the malicious distortion. But that didn't work either. People thought it was a new way to refer to the old idea, or subtly revise it, now to call on them to take part in politics by participating in demonstrations or signature-collecting campaigns. In fact, though, Sartre always viewed politics essentially in the same way Thompson did.

It seems to me the reason the French thinker always refrained from using the word addiction is because of, rather than despite, the fact that he wanted to say there's no such thing as life without accidental and self-deceptive attachment to things or people. In that sense, addiction is what his Being and Nothingness is all about.

I don't know exactly what biological and psychological processes man goes through to expedite interaction between the inner ape and the prefrontal cortex. But I think now we can safely assume that when one creates something new, he has to objectify his real self, first and foremost, to come to terms with his apeness because it is where his genuine spontaneity dwells. Only then he can sublimate it into a well-disciplined manifestation of humanity. If, on the contrary, he fails to contain his inner ape, the innate inertia will dampen what a neuroscientist once described as "dendritic fireworks." Failure to exploit spontaneity will thus lead to failure to ignite creative ideas. As a result, he gets hooked on a promiscuous idea about things and people to which he can't commit himself wholeheartedly. Worse, the addictive thought tends to be self-perpetuating because at the same time he's got a strong conviction that it can be defended by reason.

I'm glad my girlfriend asked me to take her to the 1960 U.S. film Jazz on a Summer's Day shortly before these "noble savages" swarmed out of nowhere. When I heard for the first time that obscene, greasy baboon named James Brown shout, "I feel good," I was really sickened. The movie itself was yawnful, or unimpressive to say the least, but the famous sequence (embedded at the bottom of this post) in which Anita O'Day demonstrates her inimitable talent improvising some traditional tunes was really unforgettable.

I also think I was lucky to have encountered Sartre well before the monkey business of crisis-mongers, doomsayers and truth-seekers started to prosper. Now more than five decades later, almost entire population has been irreversibly into fixation to the past, as if what has been done is, or at least should still be, undoable.

Many years have rolled by since I came upon these creative individuals. They still throw a bright light on the road that I once crossed and even lead me to an unknown world ahead of me. If I hadn't become addicted to the right people at the right time, I would have acted like a junkie for all these years. For my life filled with so much fun, I think I owe them much more than I can repay before my departure. This is why although it's well into the 23rd hour of my life, I still feel my game isn't over yet. · read more (1 words)
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南独の旅 PART 1 - 山本峰雄の「滞欧雑記帳」 (1939) より

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.

The city of Salzburg

Autobahn that connects Salzburg
and Munich

Munich headquarters of BMW
8月も半ばを過ぎると9月に行われるニュルンベルグの党大会の準備が進行し、其のプログラムも定まって日本人にも参加申込みの勧誘があったりした。党大会参加者のバッジの意匠も発表されて党大会だけは予定通り進行し、それ迄は何事も無く平和な日が続く事と思われた。消息筋を以て自任するベルリンの邦人駐在者は、党大会が終って軍隊と党員が其の隊に復帰した頃が最も危険であると説明してくれた。また或る大商社の人々は、ドイツ人の間に行われていた巷説其の儘に、戦争は絶対に無いのだから安心したらよい等とも慰めてくれた。 平和の気構えと戦争の雲行とが交錯して、人々が落付かない気分で街々を往来していた8月17日の午後4時40分、私はミュンヘン行きの特急でアンハルター駅を出発した。
旅行の目的は、航空研究所の長距離機の映画をB.M.W.会社で公開する事に在った。長距離機のフィルムは既に数回ベルリンでドイツ航空界の人々に見せていた。ベルリンに着いた翌日親友W氏の骨折りでデーレンドルフ広場のウーファー会社の試写室でやったのを最初とし、ドイツ航空省の映写室で第二回目の映写をやった。此の時は航空省技術長官ウデット将軍の智能と云われるルフト技術大佐を始め、10数人の航空省技術課の連中が集った。第3回目はドイツ航空研究所見学の際にトムゼンザールでボック教授以下20数名の所員の人々に見て貰った。第4回目はベルリンのN.S.F.K.本部で、ブランデンブルグ分区長以下の顔見知りの人々の希望に依って、本部の団員に披露した。 ミュンヘンでの公開はドイツで第5回目の映写であった。

此の日から丁度4日目に独ソ不可侵条約が締結されて、我々邦人は勿論、世界を驚かしたのである。 斯くて若い我々は云いたいだけの事を云い合って、ホテルの前で別れた。
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ゲルマン食物談義 - 山本峰雄の「滞欧雑記帳」 (1939) より

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.

斯くしてドイツはナチス政権樹立以来鋭意農村復興、労働奉仕団に依る荒蕪地開拓、食糧生産工業の振興、漁業の奨励を行ったのであるが、然かも今日でも其の食糧問題は仲々重大なものである。 1937年ドイツは食糧品のみ20億4500万マルク大量を輸入し、中でも植物性食料品は11億3500万マルクを輸入しているのである。此の数字は全商品の輸入額の37.4パーセント及び20.7パーセントに相当するものである。
然し長い此の様な忍従の冬が終って、春がきざして先ずイタリアやオランダやバルカン方面から野菜や果物が入る頃になると、全く蘇生の思いがするのである。五月に入ると天地の春と共にホウレン草の走りがバルカン方面から市場に表われ、ハンガリーやオランダからは夫々サラダ菜とチシャが齎(もたら)され、更にオランダからは廿日大根と胡瓜が運ばれる。イタリアからは桜桃が華やかな姿を現して、長い冬をバナナで過した果物党を喜ばすのである。斯くしてドイツ産のアスパラガス、ホウレン草、アブラ菜等が砂地に育った清潔な味覚をそそるのである。五月も末となるとスモモや巴(は)旦(たん)杏(きょう)(トガリスモモ)が現れ、次いでドイツの桜桃や苺が顔を出し、八百屋の店頭は華やかさを加え、街頭に屋台店を出している果物屋も其の数を増して来る。桜桃の実る並木道をドライブして、桜桃を口に五月の風を切って緑の平野を走るのも独特の楽しみであるし、ビアホールに五月大根(Mai-Rettich)の味覚を楽しむのも興趣の深いものである。葉ごとに土を付けた五月大根を、テーブルを縫って売歩く少女から求めて皮を剥き、薄く切って鹽(しお)を振り水が出るのを待つ間も五月の野菜は楽しめるものである。之がビールのほろ苦さと調和する時、バイエルの春を想起させるのである。 苺はドイツのものは地味の痩せた為か余り大粒ではないし、味も感心しないが、然かも高級な果物に属するのである。日本の苺の大きさと艶は、ドイツ人を驚倒させずにはおかないであろう。苺(Erdbeere)の代りに大衆的のBeereとしては、すぐり(Stachelbeere)、えぞいちご(Himmbeere)、あかすぐり(Johannisbeere)、くろまめの果(Blaubeere)等とおよそ大部分の日本人の口には合わないげて物が存在する。我々は子供の時代からすぐりはおもちゃにして遊ぶ果実であると思いならわされているし、くろまめの果やあかすぐり等は日本の都会の人は見た事もないであろう。食べると口中紫色になるくろまめの果等は特に有難くないものである。森の民族ゲルマンの異色ある特徴が之等のBeereに表われている様である。然しアメリカ等でも之等の愛すべき小粒のBeereは、若い人達の一部に人気があるそうであるから、北国の果実として古くから人類に親しまれた者共であるかも知れない。
ドイツの秋の果物としてはリンゴがあるが、之は其の香りと味覚と大きさに於て日本や満州のものと比較すべくもない。イタリア、南仏、スペイン、アフリカに産するミカンもドイツ迄は仲々行渡らない。たとえドイツ迄来たとしても種子の多いミカンは本場の日本人の口には合わないのだ。日本から苗を移植したものとしては此の外にKaki(柿)がある。ドイツには入らないからドイツ人は其の存在すら知らない。 ジャガイモは四季を通じてドイツの食卓には欠くべからざる食物であり、我々の米に相当するものである事は誰でも知っている事である。貴賎を問わない此の食物は、ドイツの気候と地味に適している様である。5,6月の交(変わり目)には新ジャガイモがドイツ人を喜ばせる。大きな器に盛られて食卓をまわされるSchwenk-kartoffel等に味覚を感ずる様になれば、永久にジャガイモは嫌いにならないであろう。 ドイツの材料で野菜以上に貧弱なものは魚である。不味いせいもあるし、魚の料理法を知らない事もあるが、一般に魚を好まない。政府は食糧問題解決の一助として魚を食べる事を推奨している。日本で言う所謂「文化映画」によって漁業の実況を映し、魚の化学的成分と栄養を紹介している。此の映画に依ると世界中で最も魚を食べる国民は言う迄も無く日本であって1年1人当たり52キロ余、次はイギリスであって25キロ、之に反してドイツは12.5キロに過ぎない。然かも海の幸は無尽蔵であり、その栄養も多いと云うのであるが、日本の魚は味に於て、栄養に於て遥かに北海の魚に比して優れていると言う重要な点は説明が抜けていた。
淡水産の魚としてドイツの食膳に最も普通に上るものは、云う迄も無く鯉である。ベルリン近傍からマルク、ボンメルンの地方の湖沼地には鯉は無尽蔵である。日本と同様鯉はガラス張りの箱の中に生かしてある。魚を専門に販売している店は無いが、肉屋や食料品店にいつでも置いてあるのは鯉である。フランスに行くと鯉は高級な魚であるらしいが、ドイツでは余り多過ぎて人にも珍重されない。淡水産の魚で鯉と共によく引合いに出されるのはヘヒト(Hecht)である。「鯉の中のヘヒト」等と云う諺もある。鯉と共にドイツの太公望狙われる魚である。鰻もドイツの湖沼地に多いが、料理の方法は鯉やヘヒトと同様に油で揚げるか、或はAal grunと称してボイルしてマヨネーズで味わう。蒲焼等と云う天下一品の料理法を知っているものは1人もいない。
山間には鱒(ます)がとれる。ラインの上流マジノ線の附近の渓流等には鱒が多い。変ったものとしてはザリガニ(Krebse)が賞味される。形から云っても我々には好意が持てない。 海の魚は舌鰈(Seezunge)や赤舌鰈(Rotzunge)が最も愛好される。日本の舌平目と同じ様な形をしている。之等はから揚げに限られているが、我々にも之なら満足出来る。先ずドイツの魚の王者と考えてよいだろう。鰈(Steinbutt)もドイツでは珍重されているが、北海道の大物の鰈と同じく大味である。北国の魚らしいものはオランダのニシン、東海の鱈(Dorsch)、アイスランドで取れる鮭、鱈(Kabeljan)から、Schellfisch(鱈の一種)、Bratschollen(ヒラメ)Blei(鯛の一種)等が北海から東海から、或はアイスランドから入って来る。
ハムは煮沸ハムの他に生ハム(roher Schinken)はドイツの特産であって、アスパラガスとの取合せで、アスパラガスの出始める頃にはドイツ特選料理の部に加えられる。豚の爪の酢漬け、酢漬けキャベツ(Sauerkraut)等割合によく知られたドイツの食物の話は抜きにして、今度は薬味(Kraut)の話をしよう。
ドイツの家庭の台所には必ず薬味を入れる陶器製の壺が大抵6個一組になって、箱に入って壁に取り付けられている。それ程薬味と料理とはよく結びついている。月桂樹の葉(Lorberblatt)は肉を料理する時は必ず入れる。豚の焼肉にはNelkenを、肉桂(Zimmt)はミルクや米飯に、肉荳蒄(にくづく)(Muskat)は馬鈴薯等に、葛縷子(カルシ)(Kummel)はキャベツに、丁香の実(Gewurzkerne)は肉や魚の料理に、パプリカ(Paprika)は牛肉やドイツ特有のグーラシュの料理に、更にガチョウ焼肉にはタケジャコウソウ(Thymian)を入れる。また以上の様に乾燥した薬味でなく、生のままの草としては洋芹(Petersilie)をサラダや魚に加える。更に蒔蘿(イノンド)(Dill)は生サラダや胡瓜サラダに加え、またザリガニ等の臭みを抜くのに之を加えて茹でる事は、藤原銀次郎氏の「実業人の気持」の中に見えている通りである。またルリヂサ(Boretsch)は胡瓜サラダに、ヤマヨモギ(Beifuss)や玟欄(マジョラム)(Majoran)は再びガチョウの料理に加えられシャク(Kerbel)はスープの味を出すと云った具合である。気のきかない女をつかまえてdumme Gaus(馬鹿なガチョウ)等と云うが、ドイツのガチョウ料理は仲々丁重な取扱いを受けている。之等の薬味のある物は日本でも薬屋で売っている程であるから、高級な西洋料理屋や味覚を追う人々の中には、既に充分知っておられる人もあろう。
飲料の方はリンゴ汁や各種の鉱泉水が下戸の飲料として楽しまれているが、上戸の飲料は実に豊富である。ミュンヘンビールやピルスナービールは今更云う迄もないが、之等にも勿論種類が多く、またドイツの各地至る所にビールの醸造所がある。三月に醸造するメルツビーヤ(Marzbier)、アルコール分の強いミュンヘンのボックビーヤ(Bockbier)等はビールの中でも上戸の好むものである。大都市から片田舎迄至る所の数知れないビアホールは、酒を飲んで楽しむ所であると同時に大衆的社交場でもある。音楽に合せて隣席同志腕を組んで民謡を歌う風景は実にほほえましい。これがミュンヘンのホーフグロイの大ホール等では特に壮観であるが、比較的小さな所でもまた其処に楽しい気分が醸し出される。客の中でピアノに自信のある婦人はキイに向って自ら民謡を弾いて聞かせ、最後には客の合唱の伴奏をやり一同の歓呼をあびて満足するのである。而して決して深く酔ってしまう事はない。 葡萄酒は辛口のモーゼル、甘口のライン等があって、フランスの葡萄酒とは異なった風味である。矢張り年によって出来、不出来があるから醸造の年を見て注文する。葡萄酒専門のレストランは、Weinstubeであって此処はビアホールと違って一段と高尚な客が集り、古典音楽を聴いてゆっくり琥珀の酒を楽しむ。
其の他卵黄で作ったリキュール等数々の酒があって、此の方面は仲々盛んである。 最後にバターとパンと珈琲が残った訳である。バターは満州大豆から作ったマーガリンが其の大部分を占めているが、稀には農家自製の白い半透明のBauerbutterが手に入る。見かけに依らず味は上々である。ドイツ人は一般に我々に比して多量のバターを消費するが、愈々バターが足りなければ豚油をパンに塗りつけるのである。1週間1人当り125グラムの切符制は戦争前からの話で、バターの獲得には仲々骨を折る。外国に旅行した時にバターをお土産にすると、受けた方の喜び方は筆紙に尽し難い。パンは質が悪いが不自由はしていない。
珈琲は紅毛人が欠くべからざる飲料であって、軍隊では士気を鼓舞するのに絶対必要である。之もドイツでは1週間1人当り50グラムに制限され、一般には豆が入っている珈琲を飲まされている。珈琲を楽しんで飲む事はパリ辺りと全く同じで、カフェのテラス等一杯の珈琲を2時間も楽しんで外を眺めている人もいるそうである。どうやら出揃った様であるから此の位でゲルマン食物談義を終る事としよう。ドイツ人は食物等は問題ではないとよく云っているし、また書いている。我々美食にならされた日本人も早く其の位の意気になりたいものである、と考えるのは筆者のみではあるまい。 · read more (11 words)
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Whose game is over now?



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

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. · read more (24 words)
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Which became contaminated first, the body or the soul?


What was available in books he could understand was inadequate, and the rest was too technical: studies of radiation biology based on people who had suffered high radiation exposure - victims of major explosions like those in Japan, and others who had died as a result of accidents in testing centers and runaway reactors - and the study of Marshall Islanders based on the testing fallout in 1954, or the people involved with the reactor that exploded at Idaho Falls. None of these provided a comparable situation. What had happened to him and Karen was closer to the small industrial accidents - about which there was very little information - like the case of the girls who worked in watch factories painting dials with radium paint and came down with symptoms of radiation poisoning. .
- from "The Touch" by Daniel Keyes (emphasis mine)

Takashi Hirose,
investigative journalist

Abe demonstrates how safe
it is to eat a slice or two of
an octopus caught in the
offing of Fukushima

Abe's grandfather
Nobusuke Kishi

I'm glad that in early October I could make this website the first, and perhaps the last, one to have introduced the unabridged English text of Mr. Takashi Hirose's message to young athletes overseas, together with all the thumbnail pictures he inserted in it. In that respect, let me express my gratitude to Messrs. Randall Tillotson and Dai Kashio for their assistance in converting the original PDF file into a format publishable here.

Some of the intended recipients of the message may be skeptical enough to suspect the writer of the letter must be yet another crisis-monger who exaggerates the fallout of the meltdown of the reactor in the Fukushima Dai-ichi Power Plant of Tokyo Electric Power Company. Even so it's inconceivable to me that any sane person takes a chance with his health when he can avoid the risk just by taking out a premium-free insurance policy offered by Mr. Hirose.

However, this is not to say Hirose's argument is convincing enough to the rest of us who can't directly relate to the issue of the Olympic Games which may or may not be hosted by the Japanese capital in seven years from now.

An insoluble dilemma over whether to love or leave

If you are one of those exceptional people who are still able to do real thinking before quickly brushing aside or swallowing Hirose's story, you will notice that there are some important logical flaws in it.

For one thing, he describes what he told in his letter as "a sad story." Yet he fails to tell exactly why he was saddened by the post-3/11 situation, when it's actually terrifying or infuriating rather than saddening.

Another question you may ask is: "Isn't Abe a born liar? Or did the Japanese Prime Minister become a mythomamiac only after 3/11 by a sudden mutation?" There's yet another: A professional liar doesn't lie unless it's absolutely necessary. So what exactly made Abe feel a compulsive urge to use his unparalleled skills only to bring the quadrennial circuses to his country? Needless to say it's the insane vanity on the part of the Japanese that made it necessary for him to resort to the "abEsolute lie" that "everything is under control" here. Our question in that respect is what made Hirose get around the pathological aspect of the problem?

Most puzzling of all, why the author of the letter attributed the "abnormal condition never before experienced by mankind" to "the accident" at Fukushima Plant No.1 of Tokyo Electric Power Company? Some of us already know Hirose has made it clear from the beginning that the Fukushima disaster was not a force majeure. Time and again he has pointed out that the earthquake of March 11, 2011 and the tsunami that followed it could have been prevented from turning into an unprecedented man-made catastrophe had it not been for people's inability and unwillingness to face up to the reality.

Let me ask you a hypothetical question: how would you react if your wife sent out the invitation card for a party you didn't want to throw for some compelling reason. Normally you would try further to talk her into sending a cancellation notice to the invitees. But what if you knew she wouldn't budge an inch on her plan?

Actually Hirose opted to subtly discourage the invitees from coming to the party, instead of trying to talk Tokyo Governor Naoki Inose into taking back his thoughtless invitation. He went for that option primarily because he didn't want to let them know something is fundamentally wrong with his home country. If he had directly overridden Inose's invitation, he would have sounded like whistle-blowing. But he knew that to be a whistle-blower, you've got to write off everything for good.

Since 3/11, the 70-year-old journalist has repeatedly said that the most worrisome thing to him is the future of his young grandchild he dearly cares for. To him it's out of the question to leave his fellow countrymen. It's because of his affection for people, if it's exclusively reserved for his kin and close friends, that he stopped short of hanging out their dirty laundry in public. Likewise he was well aware that there would be no point in deterring young athletes from participating in the 2020 Games if he didn't believe in the original spirit of the Modern Olympics.

I think Mr. Hirose did the right thing when he deliberately turned the causal relationship upside down by singling out the crooked Prime Minister and Tokyo Governor as if there weren't 100-million people behind them. By doing so he could avoid confusing the recipients of his message with intricate issues which are totally irrelevant to the Olympians and way beyond their comprehension.

The System

Actually Hirose showed no mercy, either, toward the administration led by the Democratic Party of Japan.

Soon after 3/11, I came across a YouTube video which featured the "nonfiction writer," or the investigative journalist to be more precise. This was my first encounter with him because he wasn't a household name even after Fukushima took Hiroshima's place as the symbol of the haunted country.

In that video, he harshly denounced the then ruling Democratic Party of Japan headed by Prime Minister Naoto Kan. Hirose expressly stressed that Kan's notion about "once-a-millennium disaster" was an absolute lie to cover up the fact that if Kan had observed the basic principle of crisis management and acted accordingly, the meltdown and the subsequent melt-through would most probably have been prevented. It's a matter of commonsense that in the face of a crisis, you must face the reality without wishful thinking so you are always prepared for the worst-case scenario.

The DPJ is nothing but a spinoff from intra-party factions of the Liberal Democratic Party. So it's no accident that Abe's predecessors, Yukio Hatoyama, Naoto Kan and Yoshihiko Noda were all former members of the LDP. It's no coincidence, either, that Abe, who came back to power as recently as December last year, is the grandson of Nobusuke Kishi, the main architect of the 1955 System.

Now it's obvious Mr. Hirose has long written off the entire political system of this country.

It is true that the Japan Communist Party and the Social Democratic Party of Japan are also advocating the total and immediate decommissioning of the 54 nuclear reactors in 17 locations. But they all remain "perennial oppositions" who show no signs of waking up from the reveries of the Cold War era. The same can be said of their right-wing counterparts such as the one headed by Shintaro Ishihara, the brain-dead former Tokyo Governor. These learning-disabled guys have also proved an important part of the 58-year-old System.

All along the media obscurantists, who Ian Buruma once called "political sandmen," have played a pivotal role in perpetuating the only showcase of the nation-building the U.S. government has pursued overseas for many decades by now. In 1993 we witnessed what Buruma termed "another fake dawn." By that time the media sandmen had realized that their conventional way of falsification wouldn't work anymore. Now that they had to change their rhetoric, they have since been resorting to something to be likened to Ninja's evaporation trick. Their audiences are once again being duped into believing in another falsehood that the postwar regime has finally come to an end.

"Awakened" people untiringly put the blame on the mass media for "dumbing down" their audiences. But their criticism is totally misplaced. How can you dumb someone down when you are also dumbed down yourself? Since the media are an integral part of the System, it's not only useless but also harmful to single them out as if these self-righteous participants in "alternative" and "social" media weren't doing essentially the same thing as their mainstream counterparts.

Let's face it: a nation which was meticulously built by foreigners can never be reformed from within.

The People

In theory, no one but yourself can manipulate you. This is important, although in reality, highly suggestible, or even auto-suggestible people are in denial of this a priori truth about humanity so vehemently that a growing number of them now seem to be resorting to the trick of self-manipulation. To that end they have chosen to incorporate themselves in the System, either in the ruling class or the ruled, or even the unruled. They always "think," say and do whatever they "think," say and do as if in response to the operators of the System. There are no signs of creativity and spontaneity inherent to human beings. It's the same Ninja's trick used against themselves.

In early October I talked about my failed attempt to leverage the virtue of anger. In response, someone from the U.S. said in a roundabout way that my tactic would never work at least in the U.S. because of libel and slander laws. He added: "If an accuser goes too far in making such claims against someone else, then the accused may sue the accuser. Fines can be quite high. Those possible fines tend to intimidate us."

I was really taken aback because now I learned a supposedly well-educated citizen of the country, which was created by his ancestors as recently as 1776, views things upside down. Small wonder people in this country, which was founded by the son of the Sun Goddess on February 11, 660 BC, take it for granted that laws regulate people whereas the fact of the matter remains the other way around; it's always people that make legislation.

Not that the Japanese don't protest against things they don't like. Everyday, around the clock, they vociferate on Twitter or Facebook. At times they even hit the streets to chant all-too-familiar incantations such as "Genpatsu Saikado Hantai" (No reactivation of nuclear power plants) as if the issue of energy mix has something to do with Fukushima. Most recently they staged big rallies over the "controversial" State Secrecy Bill. It's as if they'd still had something to lose by the enactment of the law, whereas they have never had such a thing as freedom of speech in the last thirteen centuries.

The last thing the Japanese would learn is the obvious fact that things won't change as long as they refuse to change themselves. As a French thinker warned amid the bloody Algerian Independence War, any protester is destined to develop an addictive dependence over time on the very thing he protests. If he could achieve his goal by any chance, he would be at a loss over what to do for the rest of his life.

My interpretation of the French wisdom will be summarized like this: "Don't protest, and do create, if you want to be part of humanity."

By the same token, the Japanese don't hesitate to call the Prime Minister a liar or any other name. That will be quite OK because Abe isn't an Emperor. But they always stop short of giving thought to the fact that it's none other than themselves who have repeatedly elected these political racketeers to rule over their country. And they haven't voted for them at gunpoint.

Another example is Tokyo Governor Naoki Inose. Up until weeks ago he was a hero who brought the 2020 Olympics to Japan. But now he is in big trouble because of a series of revelations of bribery. This triggered public outcry to urge the hero-turned-criminal to step down. This is sidesplitting because as recently as one year ago, he was elected the Governor by Tokyo citizens with a record-breaking 4,338,936 votes. And as recently as early September, he was further elevated to a national hero. It's incredible that these voters couldn't tell Inose is yet another born criminal. You don't have to be an expert in physiognomy to tell that's what the ugly Japanese Chin is.

Here's a tip for Americans. If you are a con man, as every American well may be, you have the Midas touch in this nation of dupes. According to the statistics most recently released by the National Police Agency, those who have a full purse and empty head were defrauded of 38.3 billion yen in 4,258 cases in the first 10 months of the year.

Taro Yamamoto is a self-proclaimed maverick politician. But actually he is just one of those learning-disabled, change-resistant eunuchs. He claims to be pursuing the same end as Mr. Hirose's. Obviously he thinks he can capitalize on Hirose's arguments to promote his pointless cause. But unfortunately for him, the independent journalist has never been politically motivated.

Some weeks ago, the independent lawmaker volunteered to be one of the invitees of the semiannual Imperial Garden Party. On that occasion he reportedly handed Emperor Akihito a letter in which he plead for His Majesty's understanding of the truth about Fukushima. Without giving a glimpse at the plea, Akihito just passed it on to the grand chamberlain standing alongside the zombie. It was a farce because a couple of days later Yamamoto offered sincere apologies when he was censured by the Diet Speaker for his indecent behavior.

It is true that there are a small number of clear-headed scientists and journalists who address the Fukushima issue, with admirable perseverance but without politicizing it too far. It is also true they have a certain number of people behind them. But these followers are so gullible and superstitious that they think laymen can share the same scientific convictions with experts such as Takashi Hirose, Hiroaki Koide and Arnold Gundersen. In this cultural climate, most of them end up acting like gurus surrounded by a bunch of cultists.

These are the people Mr. Hirose has to deal with. To put it bluntly, they do deserve all the consequences of what is happening here. Small wonder he had to tell his "sad story" to young athletes overseas, knowing his dilemma will still remain insoluble as long as he can't solve the problem facing him back home.

The circenses angle

This once again brings us to the famous Latin words, Panem et Circenses. Panem (bread) is more or less irradiated, or tainted in other ways. No doubt about it. So let me focus on circenses (circuses) for now. I don't know the singular form of the word, but I think it's roughly synonymous with "game."

To me life is a game in the broadest sense of the word. I've lived my 78-year-long life like it's a game. On the contrary, most Japanese play a game as if it were their life. This propensity is considered to have a great bearing on everything Japanese, including movies. You always have a weird impression about the actor who plays a secondary role of playing his primary role.

In order to stay on the same page with my audience, I will have to talk about games only in the context in which Roman poet Decimus Junius Juvenalis, better known as Juvenal, is often quoted as saying the Roman populus was degenerated by them.

One year ago I wrote about the deluge of Manga in this country. Then in April, I wrote another piece under the title of What art is - and isn't in which I juxtaposed the paintings in Altamira Cave and graffiti in the public restroom. Each time I just wanted to find out if people outside Japan still can tell art from crap. In response, half a dozen people defiantly said they are fascinated by everything I'd called the excrement of civilization.

Obviously they thought I was yet another self-righteous person who advocates ascetic attitudes toward art and life. Actually asceticism is the farthest thing from my inclination. As I have said many times, I am an avowed Epicurean. I love playing a game or watching others playing it, be it an art piece, literary work, sporting event, or entertainment, as long as it entertains my creative imagination.

I don't care a bit if a certain number of people appreciate crap. It's none of my business. But it's a problem if they aren't exceptions. And actually they aren't.

It is true, however, not everyone is an avowed scatophiliac on either side of the Pacific. There are a smaller number of people on the fringe who claim to be different from these addicted people. This person named Thomas James Martin is a typical example. He laments over "a population so distracted with entertainment and personal pleasures" just like Juvenal deplored the Romans of his time. He seems to think there is something in common between the way the American and Japanese people are hooked on "mass distractions" today and the way the ancient Romans were distracted with their circuses two millenniums ago, in terms of exactly who does exactly what to exactly whom for exactly what purpose.

The way Mr. Martin, who claims to be a writer "best known for his creative nonfiction and poetry," generalizes on incomparable situations is an unmistakable sign that he is also under the influence of modern-day circuses, perhaps more than the first group of people are.

This was yet another confirmation that the intellectual decline in the two cultural wastelands is no longer reversible.

Throughout the last century, especially since the early 1960s, games were seriously contaminated. The Olympics and most other sporting events irreparably polluted with nationalism, commercialism and sports science that led to performance-enhancing drugs were only part of it. But at around the turn of the century, new strains of pollutant started to flood us. Now we are drowned in the deluge of even more poisonous games produced by a big battalion of crisis-mongers, doomsayers and truth-seeking conspiracy theorists.

The recipes these guys apply to their products meant for adults with developmental failure are as simple as the templates the likes of Nintendo use for their games targeted at kids. Although they invariably claim to be anti-media, you can see a striking resemblance between the two groups of people in the ways they pick sensational themes, oversimplify them most typically by politicizing what can't be politicized, demonize common enemies while cleansing the cause of justice-doers of all ambiguity, and finally "avatarize" these delusions into something visible and thus playable.

In short, they are the two wings of the same bird. But there's no point in deploring their fraudulent business model. As I always say, where there are no junkies, there are no drug dealers.

Once the player has familiarized himself with these rules, he instantly becomes addicted to the game because it's very easy to identify himself with his favorite avatar. He always generalizes and externalizes any situation so he can avoid individualizing and internalizing it. This way he will never really get over the adversity. But now he has succeeded to make it someone else's problem. And if he loses the game as Japanese defeatists always do, that is that. After all it's nothing but a game.

It's indisputable that the most popular theme of games since the turn of the century is 9/11. The basic assumption those who play that game must accept is that "the world is never the same again after the collapse of the WTC buildings." No matter whether it's spoken in the conspiracy context or from the al-Qaeda angle, the notion is hysterically laughable. At the same time I smell a sickening imperialist stench out of it. If the insignificant incident which claimed no more than a couple of thousand lives changed the world, Hiroshima had changed the entire galaxy fifty-six years earlier.

The most recent addition to the list of popular games is the 3/11 disaster in Fukushia. But let me leave it there for now. Hopefully before long, I will come back to this point in a separate piece to further examine the dilemma facing Mr. Takashi Hirose.
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Circenses of the 21st century



[The Roman populace] now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: panem (bread) and circenses (circuses.)
- Juvenal, Roman poet

The Olympic symbol caricatured by
"Diogenes of Arkansas"

Make no mistake; this is THE ISSUE ABOUT THE GAMES, not A GAME ABOUT AN ISSUE.

On September 7 in Buenos Aires, Japan's Prime Minister Shinzo Abe made his final presentation to International Olympic Committee members. In his pitch he famously said: “Let me assure you, the situation is under control. There are no health-related problems until now, nor will there be in the future.”

At best this is a postdated check that becomes due seven years from now, which in fact means abesolutely nothing. But the IOC members with voting rights accepted Abe's offer. Which should mean what? Simply that means they had already received a little more trustworthy financial instruments - promissory notes underwritten by the BOJ, Japan's central bank.

You may ask if I can substantiate my allegation about the under-the-table deal. Don't be silly. I'm not running a criminology forum over here. But it's a matter of commonsense that where there are dupes, there always are swindlers.

This was the moment of truth for the Japanese, and the Americans as well. As I've pointed out many times before, Abe's maternal grandfather is Nobusuke Kishi, a Class-A war criminal who played the pivotal role in helping the U.S. government establish an eternal dominance over Japan, first as the main architect of the 1955 System, and then as an undercover agent of CIA. Without his collaboration, the U.S. couldn't have made Japan the sole showcase for its "success" in nation-building.

Later in the month Abe was invited by Washington, D.C.-based "think" tank Hudson Institute to receive the year's Herman Kahn Award. Kahn is the very person who coined the phrase "the Japanese Century." Six years after the first Tokyo Olympics, he wrote: "It would not be surprising if the 21st century turned out to be the Japanese century." Fortunately for him, the fat white swine, that he actually was, died seven years before the Japanese economy went into pieces. I think Jacques Rogge, whose term as the President of IOC expired soon after receiving the banknotes, should pray for his death before 2020.

Obviously Herman Kahn should be given credit for finding a lucrative business opportunity in Japan. The vultures such as Joseph Nye, Bill Emmott and Gordon G. Chang are just reusing the business model developed by the founder of Hudson Institute. Three years ago, when China was about to catch up with Japan, GDP-wise, Chang the Prophet wrote on that the Chinese Century would be even shorter than the Japanese Century because Japan would overtake China again by 2013.

Such a baloney still works with the learning-disabled Japanese who follow the same path over and over again while expecting a different outcome each time. And now the late comer Jacques Rogge jumped on the same bandwagon. Certainly he knew he would still find some leftovers in the backyard of the debt-ridden country.

It's against this backdrop that I uploaded this particular post. Here I just wanted to discuss the insanity of the idea to have Tokyo host the 2020 Summer Olympics in the wake of the deepening of the nuclear crisis and the strengthening of convictions among independent seismologists that another gigantic earthquake is imminent.


Wasting no time, the anti-hatred gentleman I talked about in my previous post started to entangle the thread with his unparalleled skills of selectively hearing what he had wanted to hear from me, and mixing up what I'd said and what I hadn't. I replied like this. But now the special type of troller has revealed what he really is.

The hater disguised as an anti-hatred advocate always looks around for a conflict to reconcile; he even creates one where there are none; he does all this only to gloss over the real issue. Even worse, while an avowed hater hates his enemy seriously, the disguised hater takes nothing seriously. When he realizes his tactic won't work, he falls silent as if he hasn't said a word about the issue at hand. Once again he did it. I don't know if he remains silent for good or until the weather changes here.

Fortunately, though, there still are a handful of clear-headed people regularly visiting this unpopular website. "Diogenes of Arkansas" is one of them.

In the last couple of weeks he provided us with interesting materials such as this article, the video embedded at the bottom of this post, and the caricatured Olympic symbol shown above. (The circle in the center is the internationally-accepted sign of radioactive hazard.)

I do know his way of viewing the fallout of the Fukushima disaster is miles apart from mine. But if we were in agreement from the beginning, what good would it do to discuss the issue? The only thing that really matters is that we are basically on the same page

And what exactly is on the page? Of course it's contamination.

Since the challenge from the nuclear disaster is multifaceted, it involves a variety of questions to be addressed. They include:

Contamination of what? The body or the soul or both?
Is it just a careless mistake or gross negligence or willful act that caused it?
Exactly how far has the effect reached?
Is the situation still remediable?
If it is, exactly how?
If not, exactly why?

Just set aside 15 minutes to watch the video embedded below. The good news is that Hiroaki Koide, Assistant Professor at Kyoto University's Research Institute for Nuclear Waste Management and Safety, is not alone. There still are some, if not many, level-headed scientists who have, with an admirable perseverance, delved into the effects of atmospheric, oceanic and other pollutions caused by nuclear waste in the last six decades since the crew members of Japan's fishing boat Daigo Fukuryumaru were seriously exposed to radiation from a hydrogen bomb tested on Bikini Atoll.

The bad news is that not a few cultist-minded people are quickly flocking around these scientists as if they could share the same conviction with these experts in nuclear engineering, oceanology or seismology. To these super-gullible and highly-suggestible guys the only important thing is that the outcome of scientific studies is usable to promote their cheap ideologies.

A week or so ago, Tatsuru Uchida, a fringe critic and martial art instructor, was quoted by a tabloid as saying the ongoing Olympic craze reminded him of the famous phrase "bread and circuses," better known as "bread and games" in the U.S. The words "panem" (bread) and "circenses" (circuses) were first used in combination by Roman poet and satirist Juvenal almost two millenniums ago. Certainly Uchida has a good point.

I am reasonably sure that now post-Fukushima panem is so tainted that the more you eat it, the more it eats into your body. But what about circenses?

You may think the Greco-Roman traditions of the Olympics and other sporting events are more or less kept intact, except that now they are even more tainted with performance-enhancing drugs, commercialism and nationalism. You may also say entertainment remains essentially the same thing as it was to the Roman populace, except that now we can't tell art from crap.

But you are wrong.

Guess what, in the last decade or so, we are flooded with circuses much more poisonous than the Olympics. These games, which thousands and thousands of crisis mongers, doomsayers and conspiracy theorists are untiringly churning out, are eating deep into your soul. Without exception, the battle between a villain and a justice doer, or between an unscrupulous criminal and an innocent victim is what these games are all about. The player can instantly identify himself with his favorite avatar without becoming really committed to it.

And what happens if the player loses? Absolutely nothing, because after all it's nothing but a game. This is the beauty of the circuses of the 21st century.

Of course it's all up to you whether or not you remain hooked on the virtual adventure in search of empty truth and justice. It's your life; that's none of my business.

The other day I found in my bookcase a novel titled The Touch. It was first published in 1968 but I bought its 2003 edition some nine years ago because the story of the "fiction" had been updated to incorporate knowledge newly acquired from the nuclear accidents in Pennsylvania (1997,) Mexico (2002,) and Canada (2002.)

The author Daniel Keyes has long been one of my favorite writers because he has a profound insight in humanity. But for some forgotten reason, I had stopped in the middle of the book. Perhaps I was just too busy. Now I'm half-blind. I can't read or write without enlarging letters at least to this size or using a magnifier. So it's an excruciating task to read a book. But now I felt an urge to finish with the reading.

Am I going to identify myself with the protagonist? Not at all. To me a good book is not a game. Then am I going to write a review piece? Neither is it what I want to do with the book. Whenever I read what the publisher wrongly calls a "fiction," I never try to find a "message" in it. If a writer wants to convey an idea that all boils down to yet another moral lesson or ideology, he doesn't have to, or even shouldn't, write a fiction, or nonfiction for that matter.

Take Kurt Vonnegut for example. His Slaughterhouse-Five and Cat's Cradle are indisputable masterpieces. But if you want to hear an anti-war or anti-nuke propaganda from Vonnegut, my suggestion would be that you should economize on time by taking a quick glimpse at a short piece or two he wrote after he became senile, pick any phrase you like and pass it around as your "thought" endorsed by a great writer.

Unlike you, I am not suffering what I call "WE-THEY Syndrome." So my way of reading a book is quite different from yours. I never look for a moral lesson or an ideology. Instead I just want to see exactly how each character, in the face of a specific situation, whether it's fictitious or real, individualizes, personalizes or internalizes things, rather than generalizing or externalizing them as if it were someone else's problem. That's the only way I can broaden or deepen my perception of things based on the limited knowledge and experience.

All I can say about The Touch at this moment is that it's a real page-turner and it's worth your time to read it. For one thing it's more than just informative and thought-provoking to see how an engineer with whom the protagonist shares the same carpool reacts to the mishap that occurs in the R&D laboratory of the automaker they are working at. When a tracing machine that uses isotopes of Iridium-192 somehow fails, he quickly acts to prevent the radioactive dust from spreading around. And as soon as the dust seems to have settled down, the laboratory engineer says exactly what Abe and his predecessors have been saying: "We had the things under control, and no one got a bad dose."

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A failed attempt to leverage the virtue of anger


In my previous post, I briefly portrayed one of the small number of regulars to this unpopular website as a typical anti-hatred advocate in the U.S. But I'm extremely reluctant to elaborate on the modus operandi this particular gentleman (hereinafter referred to as "AHA") has used as if it's his favorite pastime to derail our serious discussions over serious issues.

Since we are constantly swayed into off-the-topic issues, now it looks like my destiny always to return to the point where I started the last time every time I go on to the next issue. Nothing is more counterproductive and demotivating.

In the last nine years we've got almost six million hits to this website. But I suspect the abnormally high "exit rate" and "bounce rate," which are still on the rise, are attributable at least in part to my unusual writing style resulting from my effort to disentangle past threads. At any rate, I can no longer afford to waste too much time for anything that is not my primary concern at this moment.

Another reason I'm so reluctant to talk about AHA's attitude is that it runs counter to my principle to openly attack a specific personality. After all he may have just stumbled on the wrong website to promote his pointless cause. And admittedly I think an irrelevant response to my post is a little better than no response at all. Galileo is often quoted as having said: "I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him."

Especially I don't like to criticize this particular gentleman because not once he has done me a favor since we got to know each other on an unlikely website - YouTube - some five years ago. We found out our areas of interest partly overlapped each other. Among other things, AHA is a self-styled writer who has privately published a book titled Tales of Our Germans. Based on his experience with the U.S. publishing industry, he gave me a lot of tips when I was still thinking about reviving my aborted book about the terminally-ill Japanese people.

He kept saying my "great idea" should be worth an exposure to the American audience. Certainly I felt flattered. But at the same time I felt there was something fishy about his lavish praise of my writing because he didn't give me a single specific reason for that. I still didn't know what looked like big-heartedness was yet another trick an anti-hatred activist habitually uses when he spreads around empty lip service so harmony prevails everywhere.

I wanted to publish it outside Japan simply because no one had ever attempted to reveal the truth about the foundation of my home country based on his experience living there for three-quarter century and working in Japan Inc. for a half century.

As I always say, Japan is the country where the East met the West in the weirdest and most unfortunate way. In plainer words, it shouldn't have modernized, industrialized or Westernized itself at all - or at least in the way it actually did in the last 1.5 centuries. As a result Japan has long been the "Orphan of Asia" and there's no way back anymore. I know the American people are so determined not to accept anything but all that myth they have created about their Far-Eastern fiefdom that they can't really visualize what I'm talking about.

For one thing, I love the Uzbek embroideries (above photo) very much because although you can see the influence of the West there, their artifacts remain genuinely Uzbek. Not that the Japanese don't have traditional artifacts of their own, such as the sophisticated bamboo craft you can see in some areas such as Oita Prefecture of Kyushu island. But the fact of the matter remains that aside from modest commercial values these artifacts carry, Japanese craftsmen are primarily seeking the recognition of their "artistic values" by the UNESCO, the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC, or the like. That is where lies the fundamental difference between this cultural wasteland and Uzbekistan.

This is what AHA has failed to understand or even hasn't tried to understand. I was really taken aback when I learned actually he didn't give a damn about my arguments at all. Every second time we talked about Japan, he didn't fail to automatically repeat his unconditional admiration toward these "terminally-ill" people.

At one time, he wrote in his mail:

"Years ago, my wife and I hosted several Japanese travelers and students. I particularly remember a young air conditioning repairman who sat with us in a park playing his guitar. He thought his voice was 'dirty.' Nonetheless, all the Americans were absolutely delighted. He deserved a big career in music with one exception; He was singing Kingston Trio songs and when he came to Tom Dooley, it came out 'Tom Doorey.' For the same reason that nobody could think to help him in music, nobody thought to help him with his pronunciation of the letter L. We were too shy to help."

Surprisingly enough, AHA thought his impression of a young Japanese repairman invalidated my arguments based on firsthand experience with thousands and thousands of fellow countrymen in the last seven decades. To him the only problem facing Japan is its people's inability to pronounce the L-sound correctly.

Increasingly at a loss over what's going on in his brain, I uploaded a post last month about Tokyo's bid to host 2020 Olympics in which I deliberately called the Japanese the only people uglier than the Hottentots. Needless to say I'm not blogging to communicate with AHA alone, but I wanted to see, more than anything else, how he would respond to my provocation. His comment went like this:

"You said that you, '... disrespect the Americans at large.' With your high IQ, a certain amount of disrespect for everything is justified. Nonetheless, rest assured that we respect everything and everyone Japanese."

As always AHA didn't think he had to give me a specific reason he respects the Japanese while at the same time respecting this blogger for his contempt for the same people.

More recently I uploaded a post in which I raised the same old question about the Emperor from a fresh angle. In the piece I concluded the enigmatic figure is nothing but the double of a phantom because historically it has proved neither a tyrant nor a puppet. You may disagree to my unusual way of describing the Emperor, but without precisely defining it in one way or the other, you will never really understand this country. It's no accident that Japan has followed the weird trajectory in the past and still stays there.

And what did AHA write in response to my post?

"You said, 'In Japan you are not allowed to possess a firearm unless you are a soldier, cop or yakuza gangster.' That is funny, of course, but valid. Though any US citizen can own a firearm, our leaders make a point of arming and training officers of our ostensibly gentle government organizations like the Environmental Protection Agency," and blah, blah, blah.

Most recently I wrote that I'm increasingly turning to the virtue of serious anger because when you are mad at me, at least you are taking me seriously.

And what did AHA said? He wrote:

"You said, 'I see an unmistakable sign that you take me seriously.' That is the understatement of the year! We definitely take you seriously. I think that it is fair to say that our responses are not always logical because you present so very many competing polemics with each post. I imagine that each of your readers focuses on something different." (Emphasis mine.)

Obviously AHA must doublecheck the meaning of the English word "serious."

Some two years ago he gave me an offline comment on my piece titled "Fecal truth behind the burst of the bubble." The gentleman with good taste thought it was impermissibly vulgar. He wrote:

"The things you like are things you like immensely. The things you don't like are things you hate. Like a schizophrenic, you seem to always be at one pole or the other."

I said to myself, "Maybe he is right; I'm more or less schizophrenic." But I thought it was totally unacceptable to give such a diagnosis without a single specific reason, and without a license for practicing psychiatry. I replied:

"DSM-IV says one is diagnosed as a case of schizophrenia when 2 or more of the following symptoms are observed: delusions, hallucinations, disorganized speech, grossly disorganized or catatonic behavior, negative symptoms, i.e. affective flattening, alogia, avolition, social/occupational dysfunction, continuous signs of disturbance. To be honest with you I will appreciate it very much if you specify the two or more symptoms you think I’m showing."

Then AHA got back saying:

"No! The concept of schizophrenia is a cloudy idea at best. As originally posed, Dr. Freud saw the the people of interest as being of two minds. That is born out in a number of my friends who are schizophrenic manic-depressive. Unlike you, they have the real disease and are happy/capable one day and almost non-functional the next. Real schizophrenia is extreme. You are not extreme. The great Stephen Foster, a distant relative of my third wife was schizophrenic. Sometimes he was a genius capable of great wonders and at other times he was angry and spent his time hiding from his peers. I am definitely not diagnosing you as schizophrenic. Each person has a little of everyone else in him or her. That is what I meant."

I refrained from striking back simply because I couldn't afford to make a battlefield for plain idiots and half- or full-blown schizophrenics out of my blog, which is the only thing this poverty-stricken man owns on this side of the Styx.

The anti-hatred gentleman always thinks that there is no reason for a serf in America's Far-Eastern fiefdom to feel insulted by his ill-defined words and muddled statements. In order to stay uncommitted to any idea but "harmony," he seldom uses singular pronouns. It's always WE and THEY. (I call it "WE-THEY Syndrome.") And like most other Americans, he is a personality that is very easy to get hurt and unable to notice it when he is hurting others. (I'm inclined to call it "Infantilism.")

In the last couple of weeks two silent visitors decided to unsubscribe from my website. One of the two is a typical Japanese who lives in Hokkaido, the northernmost island of this archipelago. He explicitly said although he had to admit I have an "unparalleled intelligence," he was getting increasingly sick and tired of my "self-righteousness." The other lurker, an American who has comfortably settled down in Yokohama, the second largest city of the Far-Eastern colony of his home country, sneakily left us presumably for the same reason. I'm totally at a loss over how to understand their logic, or complete absence thereof, that essentially says an intelligent person can be self-righteous, or a self-righteous person can be intelligent.

Now that I have lost the two regulars at a time, AHA looks all the more irreplaceable here despite his trolling habit. I wouldn't have thought about writing this long had it not been for the fact that he is an ideal specimen to represent the average American and his Japanese counterpart at the same time.

The timing the two locals unsubscribed from my blog suggests that they can't wait to see the Tokyo Olympics 2020 which they believe will mark the beginning of another Japanese Century. If you didn't know it, the first Japanese Century began in 1964, the year of the first Tokyo Olympics, but was aborted in a matter of 26 years when the bubble economy burst. All this makes it an open issue for me. I'll continue seriously discussing it in the next post. · read more (12 words)
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There's no substitute for your thoughts


Dubito ergo cogito; cogito ergo sum. (I doubt, therefore I think; I think therefore I am.)
- Rene Descartes
All the problems of the world could be settled easily if men were only willing to think. The trouble is that men very often resort to all sorts of devices in order not to think, because thinking is such hard work.
- Thomas J. Watson

Undated map showing
atmospheric contamination

Oceanic contamination as of
August 21, 2013

Oceanic contamination 2,276
days after the disaster
No one openly denies the ability to think is the only thing that distinctively differentiates man from the ape. Although most people even think the notion is a mere truism, very few seem to know exactly what steps are involved in the process of man's thinking.

Just in case, let us be reminded that the first step is to break up the link already established among things by someone else into the smallest possible elements. Then you sort them out in the second step, finally to reconstruct a link in your own way.

Sometimes I suspect the reason the average American often shows a sign of irritation at the neutral word "ape" is because he is intellectually too lazy or apish to go through the time-consuming process every time he discusses an issue at hand. Just like his Japanese counterpart, he constantly shuffles secondhand information purely on an ear-to-mouth basis.

In the last several months, I took up a variety of topics in the following sequence:
the difference between the paintings in the Altamira cave and graffiti in the public restroom,
creative evolution,
the rules and manners for dialectical interchange,
Japan's burning desire for international recognition,
the total destruction of human languages,
the Emperor.

With each one of them I intended to prepare my predominantly American audience for the next post. But it was evident from the comments I got online and offline that most people thought I'd selected these subjects just on a whim. Most of the time they failed to see the link I'd tentatively established among these topics. Needless to say, they never dreamed of reestablishing a link on their own. An automatic comment-posting software would have outdone these people.

In short, they didn't take my arguments seriously.

In the last nine years since I started blogging, I have used two ways to make up for the inability to think on the part of my audience. One of them is to turn to visual aids, as I do here again in this post. But photos and videos seldom worked as I had expected. Most of the time images failed to provoke people to think. Sometimes they even made them stop thinking instead of stop to think. At best, their effects were quite limited.

Take a look at the undated picture embedded at the top of this post, for instance. Aside from the inescapable question about its authenticity, you don't normally ask specifically what radioactive materials are causing atmospheric contamination shown on the map of the Japanese Archipelago, and what about the groundwater and food chain.

The other two pictures show the results of computer simulations made by a German institute named GEOMAR (Helmholtz Centre for Ocean Research Kiel.) It seems the wine color shows the density of Cesium-137, the most hazardous substance. But are they really reliable? Of course they aren't because the numerical data available to the German scientists were all sourced from the habitual liars at Tokyo Electric Power Co. and the Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry.

The only thing that is more or less self-evident from these maps is the fact that the temperate westerlies have prevented the worst-case scenario from happening here, just like Kamikaze (Divine Wind) from a ferocious typhoon blew the invading Mongolian fleet against the rocks in 1274 while Japanese had been freezing in total inaction.

Over time I've realized there is a little more effective way to approach my audience through the backdoor: FAN HATRED with inflammatory words, such as Black Kenyan Monkey, male Japanese macaques or narcissism of the Hottentots.

I used to hate a lot, but not anymore. My hatred was almost always directed to the enemy of my loved one. Whenever you become committed to someone, you share the same animosity with her. Now at the age of 77, I have no one to get mad at. But as an old Frenchman would say, a life without hatred is something like an egg without salt.

Do I hate the Kenyan monkey or Japanese macaques myself? Unfortunately that is not the case at all. How can I hate such dregs of humanity? These despicable guys don't deserve my hatred because there's no such thing as hatred without a sense of awe. But now I know how to turn my inability to hate into an advantage. If I were a hater myself, I would never be really hated. That should mean I can leverage my ability to be hated to make my audience take me seriously. Not that I do something wrong with the visitors to my website. I just intend to make them misdirect or redirect their disoriented anger to this blogger.

It's for this reason that I love to be hated these days, if not more than to be respected. The most important thing here is that when you are mad at me, I see an unmistakable sign that you take me seriously. This has made my blog one of the world's most hated websites. Not a few people seem to get so indignant that they will never come back. But that's it; I don't care too much because it can't really be helped.

Paradoxical though it may seem, I've recently found out that the easiest target I can invite anger from is one who claims to be an anti-hatred advocate or activist. It's always fun to fan his hatred this way - unless he goes too far to mess up this website.

In recent years there are a growing number of anti-hatred advocates/activists especially in the U.S. Although they don't notice it themselves, they all cling to the archaic idea laid down in Japan's Seventeen-Article Constitution (see NOTE below) which was promulgated by Prince Shotoku almost 14 centuries ago.

NOTE: Its Article 1 goes like this: Harmony should be valued and quarrels should be avoided. Everyone has his biases, and few men are far-sighted. Therefore some disobey their lords and fathers and keep up feuds with their neighbors. But when the superiors are in harmony with each other and the inferiors are friendly, then affairs are discussed quietly and the right view of matters prevails.

Actually anti-hatred people and hate-crime doers are the two wings of a same bird, whose brain is either empty, or stuffed with shit. To remain an anti-hatred advocate, you always have to look around for a conflict because if you don't find one, you are at a loss over what to do for the rest of your life. That's why they even create one discord after another, where there are none, so they can play the role of arbitrators until the end of time.

There is a catch, however. An avowed hater has a principle and some guts, for better or for worse. On the contrary a hater, who says and does whatever he says and does under the guise of an anti-hatred advocate or activist, is the most unprincipled and gutless type of person. The only thing he can be is an adamant denier of humanity. How can I expect from him a genuine hatred accompanied by a certain sense of awe? · read more (56 words)
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Stakes are too high for venal IOC officers to brush aside the ABEsolute lie


"Right now, we have an emergency."
- Shinji Kinjo, the head of a Nuclear Regulatory Authority task force, quoted by the Reuters on August 5, 2013

Belgian Count-turned-thief Jacques Rogge

Japanese macaques in ecstasy
It's not just the massive leak of radioactive groundwater.

On January 27, 2012, CNN reported: "The team, from the University of Tokyo, said there was a 75% probability that a magnitude seven [or higher] quake would strike the [metropolitan area] in the next four years."

The same report also said: "The government says the chances of such an event are 70% in the next 30 years." As usual, the government's forecast is much more optimistic than the prediction by independent seismologists. And yet, it should mean Tokyo's bid for the 2020 Olympics was supported by a mere wishful thinking from the beginning.

Time and again essentially the same thing has happened in the past, but never in such a big scale. In the late-1990s, Salt Lake City, Utah, U.S.A. offered members of the International Olympic Committee monetary and non-monetary gifts to buy the right to host the 2002 Olympic Winter Games. But the United States Olympic Committee didn't have to raise the ante too high because there wasn't a risk factor as huge and real as radioactive contamination or an imminent earthquake. These guys at USOC would blush if they learned how much their Japanese counterparts have paid, and promised to pay, for their vanity project.

You may call the IOC members recidivist thieves. True, that's what they are. But it's not only useless but even harmful to point a finger at Jacques Rogge, outgoing President of the IOC, and his fellow thieves. Aside from the fact that their wrongdoing doesn't constitute a crime in the light of any national or international law, the fact of the matter remains where no one voluntarily falls victim to a theft, there can't be a thief.

Just think of the deal between a drug dealer and his customers. He thinks it's a juicy business just because the junkies are badly in need of the substance which is otherwise a worthless thing. And who would decline it when someone offered a handsome amount of money in exchange for a small favor? If the Japanese weren't dupes as they actually are, Rogge under the mask of a noble Belgian Count and his fellow thieves wouldn't have done what they did in a hurry before their terms in office expired.

To them it was a piece of cake. All it took was the ceremonial vote which was conducted "electronically" before TV cameras. It's laughable; the vote count wasn't shown real-time on the big screen. Instead, part of the results of the elimination vote was verbally announced minutes later; and the final result of the runoff was made known by Rogge one hour or so later.

All along, tens of millions of Japanese stayed up until dawn, holding their breath just like junkies with serious withdrawal symptoms were awaiting the arrival of the stuff. And the moment they knew their burning desire for international recognition had been fulfilled, they went into raptures as usual.

From the way they are fully determined to host the Olympics at any cost, it now looks as though the Japanese are waging another causeless war against an invisible enemy. They don't give a damn if it's an unwinnable war, which would most probably end up with another nuclear disaster and/or destructive earthquake. That is why they went into ecstasies over the initial success in Buenos Aires just like their parents and grandparents did at the news of Pearl Harbor.

Although very few among my audience seem to have been convinced of the basic premise of my arguments, any human being, by nature, can't be manipulated by others. So if you keep spreading the false idea that we are manipulable, as you always do, you are just encouraging the Japanese to keep manipulating themselves until the end of time. · read more (3 words)