I'm still hanging around at the waiting room of Grim Reaper's office without knowing exactly when my turn comes along. Aside from household chores, I have nothing in particular on my to-do list, except periodically reviewing the situation with the second round of my legal/extra-legal battle against City Hall, and updating my blood pressure chart and "dose control sheet" to keep the medical cost to an absolute minimum.
Now that I'm gradually getting used to the flood of Sumaho, though still with some difficulty, the only things that really disturb my peace of mind for now are money issues, and this horrible toothache.
The day before yesterday, I went to the nearby eatery I frequent to take a swallow of, rather than a bite at a humble dinner.
As soon as I sat at the table, I said to the wife of the owner-chef: "It seems I ought to visit Sensei (the dentist I mentioned in a recent post) tomorrow if only for the pain relievers and antiphlogistic drugs. Any other dental practitioner would refuse to write a prescription as a stopgap measure, insisting a careful examination and 'causal treatment' are needed, instead."
The woman knew that I couldn't financially afford the removal of a tooth and any dentures to replace it. She assured me that was the right thing to do.
When I was through with my dinner, her husband emerged from the kitchen and offered me something that looked like rolled-up 1,000-yen bills. He mumbled almost inaudibly: "You can use this for the train fare to visit Sensei's clinic." I declined to accept the monetary gift because there was no reason for him to do me such a favor. But he slid it down into my shirt pocket.
Yesterday, I visited the dental office for the first time. It was a 30-minute train ride. I'd just expected the independent-minded dentist, who recently abandoned the membership in the cartel named Japan Dentist Association, to write me a prescription of affordable drugs without any treatment. But the moment he looked at the swollen part of my gum, he said: "Any medication won't work anymore unless you allow me to remove this one." I refuted: "As you already know, I can't simply afford that." His answer: "Of course, it's free of charge. We are regulars at the same restaurant, right?" Actually, he later instructed one of his assistants to make it all free except for a token fee for the initial visit. At the reception desk, I asked her: "How much would it have cost me?" She said, "Something more than 10 thousand."
I really felt grateful to the dentist and the owner of the restaurant for everything they did to me in the last couple of days. But at the same time, I was very uncomfortable.
The generous donation in the amount of 700K yen my close local friend "DK" gave me from October 2011 through June 2012 is a different story. At that time DK said he just wanted to "reciprocate" because he had learned a lot from my way of thinking and living.
On the contrary we don't have common areas of interest among us. It is true that the dental practitioner and I share the same opinion about Japan's medical cartel. But it seems we are not really on the same page because Sensei left Japan Dental Association for a reason that has something to do with a conspiracy theory he believes in. He is a regular at a series of seminars organized by Benjamin Fulford.
And most importantly, they owed me absolutely nothing.
On my way home, I quickly analyzed my ambivalent feelings.
I have already talked a lot about my father's extraordinary education policy. But I haven't talked that much about the DNA and other factors involved in my formative causation. When Rupert Sheldrake hypothesized on "morphic resonance," his main concern was with its physical aspects. But now I want to talk a little about the influence these factors had on my personality.
All I know about the diplomatic career of my maternal grandfather is that he was one of the delegates when the Treaty of Portsmouth was inked at the end of the Russo-Japanese War (1904-1905) and that he was the consul general, perhaps stationed in New York, at the time Woodrow Wilson was in office. In all likelihood, he was yet another Japanese diplomat who remained under the influence of the Wakon Yosai mindset. Nobody expected him, or his colleagues, to be competent enough to fend off the imperialist ambitions of Wilson's America.
Genealogy-wise, he was a descendant of a high-ranking samurai serving the Mori clan of Choshu Domain throughout the feudal era.
There is a Japanese proverb that goes: "武士は食わねど高楊枝 " which literally means "A starving samurai should hold his toothpick high." Some say it has the same implication as the old Western adage that says: "The eagle doesn't catch flies." But I suspect their interpretation is wrong because the Japanese saying just refers to feigned stoicism which was considered the single most important virtue of samurai. Apparently I have inherited something to be called "greed deficiency syndrome" from my maternal lineage. Although I don't know whether I have acquired it or it's congenital, that is basically why my post-retirement life has been so poverty-stricken.
A more important influence, however, comes from my paternal bloodline. It traces back to generations of ninjas who belonged to the Kouga school of Ninjutsu. They were to the Tokugawa Shogunate what CIA agents are to U.S. presidents since FDR. Aside from their acrobatic agility and other physical abilities, they had first-rate intellectual faculties such as good analytical mind coupled with keen instinct to identify enemies, and boldness to quickly kill them as the necessity arose.
As to loyalty to the master, my father looked to have been largely mutated. He never concealed his contempt for the Emperor. But it all adds up when I take into account the historical fact that in 1867 the Shogunate ceded power to the Emperor after a fierce battle. Throughout his lifetime, my father remained loyal to his own cause. I think I inherited from him the unwavering inclination to value dignity more than anything else.
These are the attributes I have inherited from, or through, my father. And that's why I would rather be a robber than a beggar.
Usually I am a friendly and compassionate person with a superb sense of humor. That's how my local friends describe me. But at the same time, I am a very dangerous person who always wants you to respect me. If you don't feel like it, you should at least fear me.
In the last several years I've experienced a lot of humiliation from Americans. They are extremely touchy and easy to get hurt. But at the same time, they are too insensitive to notice they are hurting others much more than others hurt them. That's presumably because they think they have special privilege to insult others, especially serfs in the American fiefdom. · read more (55 words)
Production is thus at the same time consumption, and consumption is at the same time production. Each is simultaneously its opposite. But an intermediary movement takes place between the two at the same time. Production leads to consumption, for which it provides the material; consumption without production would have no object. But consumption also leads to production by providing for its products the subject for whom they are products. The product only attains its final consummation in consumption. A railway on which no one travels, which is therefore not used up, not consumed, is potentially but not actually a railway. Without production there is no consumption, but without consumption there is no production either, since in that case production would be useless. Consumption produces production in two ways. - From Critique of Political Economy by Karl Marx (1859)
IBM System/360 was announced in 1964
The legendary IBM PC hit the market in 1981
It seems the death of the PC is the talk on the web these days. The alleged cause varies from an obituary to another. Some say the death is attributable to the world-wide proliferation of smartphones while a little more computer-savvy people think the PC went virtually extinct in the wake of the widespread application hosting services comprehensively called "cloud computing."
I don't want to attend the deathwatch because I am sure that the corpse was misidentified as my longtime friend's.
The false obituaries, however, bring me back to the early 1950s when I was preparing myself for the rocky adulthood ahead of me. One day I stumbled on the following sentences in an 1843 entry of Soren Kierkegaard's diary.
It is quite true what philosophy says: that life must be understood backwards. But that makes one forget the other saying: that it must be lived forwards. (English translation by Peter Rohde.)
Later in the same year the Danish philosopher wrote a book titled Repetition. He titled the book that way because he thought repetition should be the same thing as "forward recollection." He hypothesized subliminal recollection of the past was the only thing that would guide him in the right direction. That is why Kierkegaard concluded that his dilemma would be solved with his faith in Christianity, the only source of his intuition. Unfortunately, though, I was already under the influence of Buddha who knows no Gods and no isms, including atheism. To me denying God was another way of admitting him.
A few years later I came across the Japanese translation of Norbert Wiener's Cybernetics. Etymologically, the coined word has its origin in Ancient Greek that meant "the art of governing." Wiener's interdisciplinary study specifically deals with the question about how the sender of information can use the feedback from its receiver to correct himself, and then update the receiver with new output. I thought I would be able to apply his theory about the feedback mechanism to optimize the way to govern myself. As I wrote some three years ago under the title of The Smart Way of Making Mistakes, it's more important, either in business or personal life, to learn a lesson from your mistake than to make no mistakes at all. In other words you must be error-prone because the more you err, the more you learn.
This is not to say, however, I've never failed to learn from my mistake. I must also admit that even when I failed, I sometimes got back on the right track just by accident. And yet, there were times I would never have overcome a crisis facing me without leveraging lessons I'd learned before.
That's basically how I decided, in 1963, to become a small part of the computer industry. Electronic Data Processing system, or EDP for short, based on the "stored-program" concept developed by John von Neumann, et al. was still in its fledgling stage. But perhaps I already knew that was the surest way to grow into a mature man - one who always embraces change, or even initiates one. I may look to be second-guessing on my career, but actually I am not.
I know that if you are an American, you think it's too far-fetched a thinking to see a link between the Kierkegaardian dilemma and the computer. That's simply because you never think the way I do, or don't think at all for that matter. I don't want to waste your time, and mine either, by telling you how two other thinkers, Max Weber and Karl Marx helped me as catalysts to become involved with information technology the way I did, though mainly as its user.
But before I go on, let me quickly talk about my interpretation of Marx's thoughts on the value-creating chain.
Your parents and grandparents were taught nothing about Marx except that he was a bad guy. Yet some of them must have been smart enough to intuitively understand the dialectical mechanism that governs an industrialized economy. Unfortunately, though, most of them are gone without handing down to posterity their wisdom, work ethics and no-nonsense attitudes toward life. As a result, your generation doesn't have the foggiest idea of what man's economic activity is all about even after completing the MBA course at Harvard Business School. You just take it for granted that economy is something in which people take care of clothing, food and housing among one another, while providing cheap entertainment in between. Small wonder you have recently swallowed yet another stupid notion that economy is something revolving around the conflict between Wall Street and Main Street or 1% versus 99%.
It's true that not once did Marx present the oversimplified formula "Geld-Ware-Geld" or Money-Commodity-Money. But as is evident from the above quote, Marx was keenly aware of the third factor, i.e. technology. Maybe he deliberately put it aside for the purpose of clarity, or he just assumed a flat or linear development of technologies after the first Industrial Revolution. Aside from the class struggle he always stressed, there has been a perpetual battle between technologists and users of their products. And it's important to note that it can't be won by either side where there is a yawning gap between the two. The Luddites are a different issue here.
One year after I joined IBM as a sales trainee, Tokyo hosted the 18th Olympic Games. At the closing ceremony, the Japanese were impressed to see someone from IBM proudly hand over to Avery Brundage, then President of the International Olympic Committee, a thick record book compiled overnight by IBM System/360. But some of us already knew this was not what the modern computer was invented for. Actually we had a great sense of uncertainty about what the coming computer age would look like. All we knew was that Japan wouldn't get on the high-growth track without computerization.
I still remember the touching moment in the midnight hands-on training session when the COBOL program we wrote and rewrote over and over completed the task at hand as intended. My teammates cheered especially when the process started in the right way. On the contrary I was moved when the computer responded to the "STOP" command at the right time and in the right way.
In the subsequent years, we were feeling increasingly frustrated with never-ending conflicts between hardware and software engineers and endusers of their products and services. It was as though someone had put buttons in the wrong holes. We were supposed to expect a synergy effect from the cooperation between computer-illiterate business people and business-illiterate engineers, but actually we always ended up seeing an anti-synergy effect.
With what I named the multiplication rule at work everywhere, 0.5 merged with another 0.5 never makes 1.0 or larger. The arithmetic notation which seems to apply in the real world, instead, is: 0.5 multiplied by 0.5 makes 0.25. In later years I found out that my empirical theory applies not only to business and technology but also any other combination of different things such as cross-racial marriages.
Toward the end of the Mainframe Era, one of the fathers of the modern computer contributed an interesting article to a computer journal. (I forgot whether it was Neuman or John Adam Presper Eckert, Jr.) He argued to the effect that the traditional system architecture in which a number of "dumb" terminals were subordinated to the mainframe machine was as obsolete as the centrally-planned Soviet economy.
You don't quite understand the real implication of his statement if you are one of those people who have never committed themselves to revolutionizing the value-creating chain in the real world, where most everything comes down to the question of how to bring heterogeneous elements together. Since you always mix up ends and means, you think the computer, in itself, represents a value. It's, therefore, none of your concern how different devices with different functions interact with one another, let alone how the computer interacts with its user.
Here and there in the industry, however, a subtle change in attitudes toward the computer had already been underway. Under the circumstances, the Soviet analogy deeply resonated with some of us. It is true that the new trend still remained amphibious, but we were already preparing ourselves for what we would later call "enduser computing."
We had yet to see the arrival of the "smart terminal" but we already had some tools with which to rehearse personal computing under the conventional environment for central data processing. For one thing, we could avail ourselves of "A Programming Language," APL for short, which was an "interactive array-oriented language" developed by Kenneth E. Iverson decades earlier.
In 1983, one year after the first customer shipment of the legendary IBM PC in the U.S., the Japanese subsidiary of IBM announced its Japanese version under the brand name of "IBM Multistation 5550." The top page of its promotional brochure read: "IBM Multistation 5550 is a calculator and a wordprocessor combined into one." The stupid copy unmistakably indicated that the developers of the new product and their target customers were not on the same page yet.
17 years later, I had an opportunity to teach an MBA class at International University of Japan. At that time Grant Norris, now an IBM consultant, gave me a special permission to use his material for my lecture on E-Business and discussions with my foreign students. In a book he co-authored with his fellow consultants, Norris wrote: "Adaptive technologies move earlier technologies forward incrementally [while] disruptive technologies change the way people live their lives or the way businesses operate."
From my MOT (Management of Technology) point of view, where people tend to deal with a disruptive technology as if it were adaptive, Marx's value-creating chain doesn't work because then there is no compelling reason for scientists to seek a major technological breakthrough anymore. As a result, consumers become even more change-resistant because they know life is much easier with existing technologies. Hopefully I will come back to this point in a separate piece.
When the Multistation was unveiled, I was the local CFO at an international trading house headquartered in Zurich, Switzerland. Founded in 1865 in Yokohama by two Swiss merchants, this company was yet another example of the curse of the multiplication rule I mentioned earlier. For one thing, people from the owners, to expat executives, to local employees took it for granted that their strength lay with the Wakon Yosai (Japanese spirit and Western learning) mindset which dates back to the 1860s. But actually, this formula, which was applied to Japan's "modernization" (actually it's just industrialization,) had long proved unworkable because of what I call "technology fetishism" as its inevitable consequence.
The Swiss company always claimed to be a "value-adding trader," but in fact, it was just adding costs which had to be passed on to the customer every time goods changed hands. It went virtually bankrupt several years after I left it, primarily because of its technophobia, the reverse side of technology fetishism. I still remember a 40-something-year-old accountant in my shop double-checking the computer output with her abacus. Believe it or not, she wasn't an exception.
As a senior manager overseeing the entire administration, I submitted to my Swiss boss, named Kurt E. Sieber, a purchase proposal in which I said I wanted to have a 5550 just because I had long had in mind a lot of essential tasks which wouldn't be done effectively, or even performed at all, without a PC on my desktop. Although there were very few reference books readily available at bookstores, I didn't care a bit about how to use the new technology because what for to use it was my only concern. I was more of a businessperson than an IT engineer, but I could learn, in due course, how to use these applications such as Multiplan (the precursor of Excel), BASIC, and VBA (Visual Basic for Applications.)
At the initial stage, the Multistation had no hard disk drive in it. Instead, it used 3.5" floppy disks. And its RAM capacity was a mere 256KB (not a typo,) expandable only to 512KB. But to the money-worshiping Swiss executive, specifications were no concern. The hardest part was to convince him that I wasn't out of my mind when I asked him for 1.5 million yen (US$ 19,000 at the current exchange rate) to buy a "small toy." It took me months until I finally got his reluctant approval.
Another ten years were needed for Sieber to come to terms with the idea that even in his fiefdom, he couldn't get away from the peril of personal computing any more. I suspect, however, it would have taken an eternity had it not been for the invention of a convenient technical term - "Client/Server Model." The fancy phrase allowed any interpretation you liked because nobody couldn't tell exactly how the "new" model differed from the conventional architecture for centralized computing, except that peripheral devices had now grown a little smarter and that clients and servers were often networked using the communications protocol called TCP/IP. It was quite OK if endusers sitting at their smart terminals still wanted to remain dumb. In short, the notion about the client/server meant nothing more than the old Soviet system disguised as a little more user-friendly environment.
Sieber was a former captain at a tank unit of the notorious Swiss Army. That meant he would never emancipate himself from hierarchical way of thinking. No wonder he chose to settle down in this country despite his contempt toward the Japanese. He found the easiest people to exploit in this classless society where peer pressure always prevails among locals. But at the same time he was an unblushing robber. By the time I reached the mandatory retirement age, he and his men had started to confiscate, and then alter the intellectual property I'd accumulated in my computer, as if to defuse the time bomb I'd set to blast the "legacy" system. My repository included hand-made systems for an online exercise of the corporate budgeting and up-to-the-minute control of currency positions, just to mention a few. I called them "systems of the user, by the user, for the user." Despite the fact that the amount of the corporate resources I'd used to develop these mini-systems was negligible small, they didn't pay me a single Swiss franc in royalty. I didn't sue them because I knew these systems and user manuals were nothing but pearls being cast before change-disabled swine.
In 1993, three years after Japan's economic bubble belatedly burst, an epochal book was published in the U.S. The book titled Reengineering the Corporation - A Manifesto for Business Revolution was authored by the late Dr. Michael Hammer with the help of James Champy. Unusually for a business book, it spent more than six months on the New York Times nonfiction bestseller list. But I know very few among my predominantly American audience have read the reengineering classic in part because most of you thought "reengineering" was yet another way to refer to "restructuring" - jettisoning unprofitable business lines, cutting redundant manpower, etc. You don't give a damn about quality of life and real values it calls for. That's why you never understand the positive side of Dr. Hammer's argument. He just wanted to present a methodology to use networked computers as the enabler of "fundamental, radical and dramatic" change in a clear departure from the principles laid down by Adam Smith more than two centuries ago.
Hammer writes: "Reengineering isn't another idea imported from Japan. It isn't another quick fix that American managers can apply to their organizations. ...... Rengineering isn't about fixing anything."
When I was a contractor overseeing the "University Alliance Program" at the rotten Japanese subsidiary of SAP AG, the German software giant, I had a chance to translate Dr. Hammer's PowerPoint slides into Japanese. To me he looked more like a down-to-earth business consultant than yet another management guru. But unfortunately his avid advocacy of a business revolution hasn't borne fruit by now for the reasons I have mentioned.
In 1995, James Champy, the other coauthor of Reengineering the Corporation, published, solo this time, a followup book titled Reengineering Management - The Mandate for New Leadership. Champy had a good reason to author it singularly. CSC Index, a consulting firm he was heading then, sent out an extensive questionnaire to more than 600 CEOs in North America and Europe to find out if the intended revolution had been paying off in their organizations.
In his book, Champy wrote: "[Overall], the study shows, participants failed to attain these benchmarks [for shortening the cycle time, reducing costs, increasing revenue, etc.] by as much as 30%. ..... This partial revolution is not the one I intended. If I've learned anything in the last 18 months, it is that the revolution we started has gone, at best, only halfway. I have also learned that half a revolution is not better than none. It may, in fact, be worse."
From his findings, Chapmy concluded the fundamental problem lay with the corporate culture, and that it was CEOs' responsibility to revolutionize it.
At the 1997 World Economic Forum in Davos, Andy Grove, co-founder and then Chairman of Intel Corp., said to the effect that change in the corporate culture is the key to success in BPR (business process reengineering.) Grove was absolutely right. But he shouldn't have added that the cultural revolution should be driven from the top, just as Champy shouldn't have written Reengineering Management. Success in corporate revolution, or any other revolution for that matter, solely hinges on unfettered spontaneity and creativity on the part of ordinary people. And a corporate culture is just a reflection of nation's culture. It's ridiculous to expect one of those egomaniacs in the executive office to act as a change agent.
At the height of the economic boom, a variety of "participatory" programs such as kaizen (company-wide efforts for reform), kanban (just-in-time inventory management system), and TQC (programs for total quality control) were widely practiced across Japan Inc. Japan experts in other industrialized countries, especially in the U.S., have always touted these "bottom-up" approaches as the recipe for Japan's phenomenal success. But as always, they are wrong. If these programs had really been bottom-up, then we wouldn't have seen the economic bubble form and burst that easily, or the Japanese must have shown, a long time ago, the vigor and resilience needed for recovery from the economic doldrums and political impasse.
Here's one little question for you: Did you know your personal computer mirrors what you really are? I don't know if you did, but in fact she mirrors you even more than she does her developer or manufacturer. Number-crunching or word-processing, let alone apple-polishing, is not her job; always getting you an undistorted feedback is.
Those obituaries are all wrong, after all. If your PC looks to be dead, it's you, not she, that's been actually dead. As quoted at the top of this post, Marx observed that "a railway on which no one travels is potentially but not actually a railway." In another paragraph of the essay, he paraphrased the same idea more succinctly: "Consumption gives the product the finishing touch." Now at the sight of your underused PC, Marx would say:
"A PC you don't want to use real creatively is potentially but not actually a PC."
He would also say the same thing with respect to Web-based technologies.
Now seven years into my retirement, I'm being overwhelmed in the face of the explosion of Sumaho, as the Japanese call smartphones, and other types of hand-held devices.
According to the World Bank, the population of cellphone users has been growing exponentially in the last couple of years and will soon top the 6 billion mark. That should mean everyone except children starving to death in Africa is fondling his handset all the time
while he has nothing in particular to communicate with others, electronically or otherwise. Maybe his stomach is not empty, but it's for sure his brain is. I don't know any other words than "mass addiction" to describe this trend.
Apple's iPhone, for one, is a typical example of adaptive technology. Once again, an adaptive technology is something you can live without. In other words, it's, at best, a nice-to-have. Believe me, I have absolutely nothing against your desire to own such a fancy product. All I want to say is I have a great difficulty living shoulder-to-shoulder with people who think these gadgets are must-haves just like junkies think they can't live without the drug which, in fact, is not so much in the substance. And especially in a conformist society like Japan, this addiction is highly infectious.
To make the plague of addiction even worse, the IT industry is single-mindedly building the infrastructures for "ubiquitous computing" and "cloud-computing." Now this is a global trend.
Needless to say, however, the situation in Japan is even more disastrous because of the legacy of Wakon Yosai and technology fetishism resulting from it. With the entire population drowned in the Great Flood of mobile devices, nation's value-creating chain now seems to have gone into pieces, totally and perhaps irreversibly.
Day in, day out, and around the clock, people from young to old pass me by with their fingertips glued to their Keitai (mobile phones,) or vice versa. These days not a few Japanese go to the bathroom, or even to bed, without parting ways with their beloved cellphones. If you take into account the fact that Japan's population density is 10.2 times higher than that of the United States, you may understand what it is like to be among 100 million Keitai users. · read more (32 words)
A Japanese proverb goes: "A fowl taking flight does not foul the surface of water." (立つ鳥水を濁さず.) I still think it would be nice if I could vanish leaving no clue to my existence behind. But with a foot already on the other side, I've recently realized it's not my duty to do away with the corpse soon to start decomposing and clean up all the mess surrounding it. I may fail to disappear like the bird, but that is that.
Some among the bereaved may complain, but after all, I'm not at fault for their trouble any more than they are.
This is my Bodhi.
Recently I often wander about the seaside area of the city late at night. I'm looking around for the right place to sink myself when time comes. Just between you and me, there's Plan B. But I think its scenario is a little too bloody to talk about openly.
With the other foot still on "this" side of the Styx, however, I haven't fully extricated myself from Kleshas yet. Among other things, I still find it a little too hard to leave behind those people and things that have made my life worth living.
As I always say, I'm too honest a person to cherry-pick things that make me look good or right. For that reason I may look to have had a hard time throughout my lifetime. So you think I am going to have my day for the first time at the last moment of my life. But as usual you are wrong. I've never been an ascetic person. I'm an avowed hedonist. Therefore, my life was full of gorgeous prizes such as unforgettable relationships with unassimilated young women who were all intelligent, compassionate and graceful. It's just that I'm neither braggart nor exhibitionist. I don't want to share my experience with anyone else because it needn't be shared in the first place.
Apart from the bright side of my life, the following are some of the faces that still keep disturbing my Moksha state of mind.
The most annoying of all is this scum named Chang. When I sent him the link to my most recent post, he didn't respond. His MO in the face of a criticism that he has never dreamed of hearing from a colonial of the American Empire is to stick his empty head in the sand like an ostrich.
Most recently the stupid bird chirped on the World Affairs website about China's [undue] claim on Japan's Okinawa. With his bloated sense of self-importance, the former ambulance chaser now seems to have appointed himself as the presiding judge at the International Court of Justice in the Hague. Obviously Chang had to seek an alternative source of income in the wake of the near-bankrupt situation on the part of his employers in Washington. Now in the new capacity of the chief arbitrator of territorial disputes, Chang declares the Islands of Okinawa to be part of the dead country named Japan. Nothing is farther from the truth: Okinawa is for the Okinawans - PERIOD.
He has never talked, and will never talk, about "China's Tibet." By the same token, he would never admit America's interventionism is much worse than "China's expansionism." This is yet another confirmation that Chang has no problem using faceless people wherever they are useful to promote his fake ideology.
The dedication to his The Coming Collapse of China goes: "For the boy who left China in search of a better life -- my father." This already reveals that the author has inherited the worst aspects of the Chinese traits from his selfish and cowardly father. In the early 1940's, Chang's father quickly fled his home country to "the land of the free" in search of stingy material wealth, instead of staying with his fellow countrymen to fight against the Japanese or the communists.
In the uncharacteristically well-done book, the author recollects how his father enjoyed himself when his son took him on a homecoming trip to the continent. At the sight of the affluent urban life, the old man looked to have renewed a great sense of pride for being an ethnic Chinese. Obviously it didn't cross his mind for a split second that although people always attribute China's economic rise to Deng Xiaoping's policy of reform and opening-up, the prosperity was achieved only at the cost of tens of millions of lives of ordinary Chinese.
In short, Chang's father doesn't understand, any more than his educated son does, that each individual citizen should firmly commit himself throughout his lifetime to building, destroying, or reinventing his country, either native or adoptive. The old Chang who came to America just to reap the harvest from the seeds sown by early settlers didn't care a bit about exactly what he was pledging himself to when parroting the Oath of Allegiance at the immigration office.
What a disgusting family.
Fortunately for me, though, their shitty family history is none of my business. I only think it's my duty to prevent poor American people from getting their empty brains further damaged by the con artist.
Chang asked Shintaro Ishihara to write the foreword to the Japanese version of his first book. Ishihara is the Tokyo Governor who has stayed in the cushy position for the straight 13 years by now. The bastard was once dubbed a "social Neanderthal" by Australian journalist Ben Hills, but he doesn't care too much because millions of cultist-like Tokyo citizens as well as quite a few brain-dead Japan experts in the U.S., such as Chang, are always behind him.
In May 2004, Chang visited Ishihara to interview him in preparation for his second book, which would later be ridiculed by the Daily Yomiuri as "a sensationalized, contradictory, jumbled and half-baked mess of a book." When Chang sent me the tape to ask me to translate his friendly conversation with the Governor, I was taken aback to know it was more like a chat between kindergarten kids than a serious discussion between the Governor of Japan's capital and the prominent political "analyst" from the U.S.
In October 2009, Ishihara's first bid to host the 2016 Olympics failed. But a couple of months after 3/11, the unrelenting Governor made a comeback with his second bid for the 2020 Summer Games. In May, the International Olympic Committee shortlisted Tokyo with two other candidate cities. This meant that in 2013 the corrupt IOC might give him a green light to treating thousands of athletes from all over the world with cesium-contaminated food.
In early July, 16 months after 3/11, an "independent" Diet panel released a final report on how Naoto Kan's government failed to prevent the Fukushima nuclear accident from developing into a full-scale disaster, and from posing a growing threat to nation's food chain. The Yomiuri Shimbun daily summarized the survey results like this: "[The report] vividly describes it was a 'man-made' disaster." It was as though the mainstream media weren't the main culprit of the information blackout themselves. Worse, not a single person has filed a class action lawsuit against the government.
It's also astounding that nobody has dared to point out Ishihara's move to further spread the radioactive contamination beyond national boundaries is insane.
In his 2003 book "Inventing Japan - 1853-1964" Ian Buruma devotes its "Prologue" solely to the 1964 Tokyo Olympics because the Japanese thought they could use the games as a springboard to reinventing their country. Early on, Japan's spectacular rise looked unstoppable like it did a century before. But in 1990, the high-growth era came to a screeching halt. Buruma seems to see a precursor to the ultimate failure in the way the two athletes, a marathon runner and a woman hurdler, handled the humiliation of having lost their games. In later years both killed themselves.
It's true that we haven't seen a suicide case associated with a defeat in an Olympic game lately. But the Japanese still remain pathologically obsessed with the Olympics with their traditional Harakiri mindset. This is an unmistakable sign that the Japanese are a terminally ill people.
Since July 27, every media organization has been acting as if it were Sports Illustrated or ESPN. Around the clock, newspapers and TV channels keep dramatizing the same old stories about mediocre athletes' roads to a graceful defeat. And while giving planted answers to predictable questions from news reporters, judoists and other contestants who failed to live up to nation's expectation keep blubbering to express sincere apologies to their home country. So far I have noticed just a few self-motivated individuals in the disproportionately large Japanese delegation. These exceptional athletes don't look to be interested in taking a dose of the media-administered performance-enhancing drug, i.e. the flag of the Rising Sun. Even Uday Hussein, who tortured to death some athletes who had lost their games, would blush at the sight of these weepy Olympians.
By contrast, Queen Elizabeth was a breath of fresh air amid the show of insanity at the Opening Ceremony. She was spotted intently picking her nails when the Great Britain marched into the Olympic Stadium. It's quite natural that peoples from Egypt, Syria, Iran, Libya, North Korea and the like think the leap-year event is where to demonstrate their nationalism. Since these countries are constantly terrorized by the worst rogue nation in history named the U.S.A., they are in the process of redefining their statehood in the face of the imminent collapse of Pax Americana.
The same can be said of some European countries afflicted with financial woes. On the contrary, it's really sickening to see the misplaced manifestation of patriotism by other peoples because their nation-states have already been outgrown by the reality of the 21st century.
I still have some other topics to take up in this blog on a little unrealistic assumption that I have enough time and energy to finish writing. One of them is the recent talk on the web which has it that the personal computer is dying, or even dead, because of the proliferation of smartphones and the new network environment called "cloud computing." In fact, though, it's not the PC, but your brain that is dying.
Once again this reminds me of my aborted book. I was going to title it The Unviable Japan. Some native speakers of English have warned me that the generally-accepted antonym of "viable" is "inviable." Because of, rather than despite their advice, I went for the nonstandard word "unviable." Reason: In this world, there can be no such thing that is not viable and still exists. What I wanted to mean by the title is that my country of birth is not only change-disabled but also unable to cease to exist when it should. It will keep showing weak vital signs until someone removes the 67-year-old life-support. I don't know, but it can be a gigantic earthquake.
When I was rewriting the outline of the book in July last year with the help of my friend in Arkansas, I realized there's no sequel to The Unviable Japan.
On the surface, many things have cropped up here since 3/11. For one thing, the ruling Democratic Party of Japan literally went into pieces in early July. As a result, an uncountable number of "new" parties have emerged like we saw in 1993. They are just repeating what Ian Buruma called "another fake dawn."
Back in May, the government released intriguing results of a survey, which revealed that 23.4% of respondents had answered in the affirmative to this question: "Have you seriously considered suicide lately?" When it came to pollees in their 20s, an astounding 28.4% answered they had thought about killing themselves. However, there's nothing new in the revelations. This is just yet another confirmation of the estimate by Yoshi Yamamoto, Director of the Mental Health Center of Yokohama. In his 2004 book titled Japan Unbound, John Nathan quoted him as saying, "Some 5 million Japanese are contemplating suicide at any given moment."
There's another earthly concern of mine: money. One of my local friends helped me out when the tax collecting department of Yokohama City Hall robbed me of 30% of my pension (700K yen from October to June.) Now that the second round of the constitutional but extra-legal battle has started, I'm at a loss.
As I said, I've already packed up for the long journey. And yet I'm still very fussy about when to depart, where and how. This has made it necessary for me to put my aborted book on sale. It remains an outline, but I believe it can pass as a stand-alone book because the total wordcount for 13 chapters already stands at more than 12,000, and as I said, there's very little to add or update on. And of course, the copyright is reserved here at this moment. The price I have in mind is US$ 9K, or 700K yen. It's negotiable to a certain extent.
Take a look at the "Preface" inserted in my previous post and Chapter 1 below here. If you are interested in publishing The Unviable Japan as a mini-book or making use of my manuscript in any other way, please contact me at email@example.com. · read more (1,672 words)
Thursday, June 21 2012 @ 10:23 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom. - Thomas Jefferson
The mainland Japanese deserve all this humiliation. But my heart keeps aching for the Okinawans until it stops beating.
I still have several backlog issues to discuss with my audience before I close down my shop for good. Since I'm uncertain as to exactly when time runs out for me, I thought I should set the record straight, before anything else, with G. G. Chang, the most despicable person I've ever met in my lifetime.
All I know about Chang is that he is a total sellout. But it looks as though he is holding something back when talking about his personal background. For instance, Chang has never disclosed the year of his birth, and he seldom talks about the Vietnam War. This arouses your suspicion about what he was doing in the depth of the Vietnam quagmire. He can well be one of those war-mongering neocon hypocrites who dodged the draft themselves in their late-teens or early-20s.
But for now, I'll leave out the personal aspects of our working relationship in order to focus on the role the small-time racketeer in New Jersey has been playing as a cat's paw or mouthpiece of Washington under the guise of a political "analyst."
Hopefully in a separate post, I'll elaborate on his attempts to exploit this blogger as his irreplaceably reliable Tokyo correspondent at a bargain price. It didn't cost him any more than a retainer of a cheap Cross ballpoint pen and a plate of sushi. But for my part, his habitual lies, which have amounted to a serious breach of trust over time, caused me a costly loss of time, money and opportunity.
In May 2004 at a sushi bar in Roppongi, downtown Tokyo, Chang confided to me that he had felt an urge to write a book about the fate of his father's home country before turning 50, which he did in 2001. To tell the truth, I was favorably impressed by The Coming Collapse of China (Random House, 2001.) Not that I was convinced, or unconvinced, of his prophecy that the People's Republic of China would collapse by the year 2011. I just thought the author raised a very valid and relevant question when he boldly asked whether the world's most populous country can be considered a going concern just by virtue of its monolithic system. As I quoted Voltaire as saying, where to identify the real question is much more important than how to answer it.
In fact, though, neocons in the U.S. jumped at his answer. The emboldened Chang went on to write his second book under the title of Nuclear Showdown (Random House, 2006.) An old proverb says a fox isn't caught twice in the same snare. Even the empty-headed neocons in the U.S. could now see right through to his total inability to analyze intricate things such as international politics.
Traditionally the Japanese publishing industry doesn't give a damn about an American book which received poor reviews at home. Small wonder Soshi-sha, the publisher of the Japanese version of The Coming Collapse of China, or any other publishing company, hasn't printed a Japanese version of Nuclear Showdown.
On February 26, 2006, a staff writer of the Daily Yomiuri by the name of James Hardy gave a review to Chang's rubbish under the title of Radioactive Rhetoric. Hardy wrote: "More often than not, our own Clouseau of Counterproliferation - hey, this alliteration thing's easy - misses the point, and Nuclear Showdown is a sensationalized, contradictory, jumbled, half-baked mess of a book."
Early on, the Commentary magazine, the haunt of diehard neocons, welcomed him as a star contributor to its blog named Contentions. Now Chang learned he could add extra bucks to the fortune he had already made from The Coming Collapse of China, and Nuclear Showdown to a lesser degree, just by capitalizing on the vast intellectual vacuum prevailing in the U.S. This is the only thing the learning-disabled guy could learn as a parvenu in the American chattering classes.
Unfortunately for him, though, it didn't take long before Chang's neo-conservatism revealed itself to be a mercenarily-motivated fake. The poor wreck of the makeshift neocon was sacked by Contentions two months after the Kenyan monkey was sworn in. He wrote in his March 14, 2009 mail to me: "I'm really curious why Commentary cut my blog." But to me it was obvious he was cut simply because the unprincipled guy had now started flirting with the Obama administration.
He still desperately clings to the likes of Wall Street Journal and Forbes in order to stay in the lucrative monkey business. The only thing he has to do to that end is to constantly revise the timeline for China's demise. But basically the con man is sunk by now.
All this while, I tried very hard to build a productive working relationship with Chang from which both of us might have benefited had it not been for his inability to do so. It lasted about 5 years since mid-2003. In early 2008, I submitted a 10,000-plus-word outline of a book I wanted to publish in the U.S. to Chang's literary agent named Rosalie Siegel.
From the beginning, I had told Siegel that I hadn't established myself as a professional writer here because I had devoted my entire career to business. She assured me that shouldn't be a problem. It was only after the hag read my outline that she said there was no way for a locally unestablished writer to make inroads into the publishing industry in the U.S. I should have known before investing a tremendous amount of time and money in research and actual writing that I was promoting something that they were determined not to hear, and had never heard in the past, from a vassal of America's Far Eastern fiefdom. In order to prove she'd had no intention to cheat me, she had to resort to nitpicking over minor problems with my writing style as if she were licensed to teach English composition. Especially she carped at the fact that there were too many "run-on" sentences.
I belatedly realized that the fraudulent literally agent and her client were there to keep at bay any idea that would seriously undermine the status quo with the American dominance in Northeast Asia. They were, and still remain, censors virtually on the payroll of Washington.
A week or so after I had the last telephone conversation with Siegel, I said to Chang that his literally agent was too stupid to understand that thoughts and words are inseparable twins; there's no such thing as a brilliant thought expressed by a banal word, or a fresh word to describe an insipid idea. In response, he wrote to me: "You are wrong when you write that words and ideas are inseparable twins. Writing and thinking are two different talents, and few people possess both. Just think of the reverse of you: the world is full of ill-conceived ideas that are communicated flawlessly." He spilled the beans. This was the final confirmation that Chang is yet another empty-headed flapjaw.
For all this revelation from me, he may file a defamation lawsuit against this 76-year-old blogger who is dying in dire poverty. But the former shyster should know he would lose much more than he would get out of it.
In mid-2011, someone in Arkansas strongly suggested I revive the once-aborted book. He introduced me to his friend who had started a publishing company in New York a couple of years before. He even volunteered to proofread my manuscript. But before I could complete rewriting, I gave it a second thought: now it's for sure that I was dealing with exceptionally honest people; but the rest of the Americans are all small-time crooks like Chang and Siegel. That is how I finally gave up trying to get my simple message through to American readers: they should elect a President who would invoke Article 10 of the U.S.-Japan security treaty to send his Japanese counterpart a termination notice as soon as he is sworn in.
If you are interested, please take a peek at the outline of the Preface below. I'm also thinking about inserting the outline of Chapter 1 if and when I have a chance to post Part 2 of my allegations against Chang. · read more (1,230 words)
Saturday, June 09 2012 @ 04:59 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
PRECAUTION: If you don't want to read an essay any longer than 140 characters and written by a Japanese nobody like this blogger, you hit a wrong website. Please Google again.
Top: On August 15, 1945, people went down on their knees in front of the Imperial Palace. Bottom: On September 27, Douglas MacArthur gave an audience to Emperor Hirohito.
Honesty is the only virtue bestowed upon me. Unlike many of you, I just can't cherry-pick things that make me look good or right. It's not because I am an exhibitionist that I constantly talk about my marriages and education of my biological sons which all ended up in failure.
The first feud started between my father and me around the time Japan launched a "surprise" attack on the obsolete Pacific Fleet Franklin Delano Roosevelt had moved to Pearl Harbor from San Diego. I was a 6-year-old kid at that time. The feud lasted until two decades or so later.
The second one started in 1968 when I fathered my first son. By that time I had already gotten over the first one I experienced as my father's eldest son.
I don't want to oversimplify my saga the way I would possibly do by ascribing the failed part of my life to someone else's fault. I think that by doing so, I would discredit myself and my argument that Japan had been a dead country long before I was born.
As I told my audience in the above-linked post, and on some other occasions, my father was obsessed with the idea that the only way to avoid sacrificing his eldest son for Emperor Hirohito, most typically as a Kamikaze pilot, was to make a top-notch scientist out of his dull-witted kid.
I was still 9-years-old when the imperial government accepted the Potsdam Declaration. But the intransigent aeronautical scientist wouldn't change his abnormal principle on which to educate his son, presumably because the imperial institution had still been kept intact, and on top of that, Douglas MacArthur, Supreme Commander for the Allied Powers, had enthroned himself as the "Second Emperor."
My dad was a born scientist from tip to toe. But I sometimes suspect he was a crazy man.
Every time I look back on my wartime and postwar nightmare, I have this flashback. In those days, the General Headquarters of the Allied Powers (GHQ) often summoned my dad to interrogate him about his wartime research and development activity. At least on one of these occasions, he took me along to the GHQ building that had used to be the head office of Daiichi Life Insurance Company. I don't know why he wanted me to be with him. And I can't recollect where he made me wait inside the building until he was through with the interrogator(s) and what I was doing while awaiting.
But I remember that when crossing the Hibiya Park, which had reduced to a mere green field, diagonally toward the GHQ building, he gave a grudging look at the Imperial Palace which still stood upright in the center of the flattened city just across the moat from GHQ. When people were starving to death, Emperor Hirohito was doing very well although he kept a low profile so he wouldn't be hung upside down in the street like when Benito Mussolini had been executed in Milan a year or two earlier.
Actually the bastard in the Palace didn't have to fret about the possibility of following the same fate as the Italian dictator's. When MacArthur ordered the Japanese to model their Constitution after his country's, he ruled out the idea that the Second Amendment to the U.S. constitution should also be incorporated in the fundamental law. On the other hand, the SCAP thought it would be harmless if his Japanese subjects wanted to have articles equivalent to the First Amendment because it would be a piece of cake for the extra-constitutional general to override the Japanese Constitution whenever he felt like it. Actually the Second Emperor suppressed freedom of speech from GHQ very effectively. I still remember my father showed us incoming letters delivered to him with their envelops already opened, and many words and sentences blacked out.
Things remained essentially unchanged. I think that is why he did not change his education policy with his eldest son long after the war defeat. His principle all came down to this: "Always be different from your friends and never go with the flow because that's the surest way to sacrifice yourself for the Emperor." If I'd had a strong confidence in myself, I would have realized much earlier than I actually did that his principle was a double-edged sword. I would have interpreted his words a little differently and learned to assert myself much harder.
Instead, I simply resorted to weak perverseness and defiance. It never crossed my mind that I had the right to sometimes have fun with my friends a little more than just playing baseball after school hours. As a result, I collapsed in my early teens and never regained my self-confidence until I was in my mid-20s.
To me 1968 was one of the greatest years in my life. I fathered my first son. MacArthur had long been gone, and in the U.S., France and everywhere else in the world, anti-war movements were in full bloom. But nevertheless, the Japanese youths were still acting like their parents and grandparents had. True, they were protesting against the status quo, but only on behalf of the Soviet Union and the People's Republic of China. None of their movements were home-grown. They were just importing irrelevant ideologies from foreign countries which were not governed by a war criminal like Japan's Emperor.
When my first son was born, I said to myself, "Don't repeat my father's mistake by going to extremes as he did to me." But by the time my son became a schoolkid, I realized my guiding principle for educating my son could not be that different from my father's. It's not only his mother (my ex) but also his maternal grandparents, teachers, friends and neighbors that wanted him to be a people person, i.e. conformist.
My ex-father-in-law was a former Tekiya. An English entry to Wikipedia defines a Tekiya as one "who primarily peddled illicit, stolen or shoddy goods" to serve as one of the major sources of funds for a Yakuza syndicate. He once told me proudly that his merchandise had included "Philopon," methamphetamine-based illegal stimulant which had often been used on Kamikaze pilots. It's this former Yakuza who in later years siphoned a good part of my alimony which was primarily meant for the higher-learning tuition for my sons. As a result, my elder son dropped out from the university where his paternal grandfather had taught decades earlier.
On top of the fight against the Yakuza mentality rampant among my former in-laws, I also had to fight a fierce religious war when my ex signed up to Soka Gakkai under the influence of this Tekiya and his wife.
With more than 10 million members in Japan and another 192 million in foreign countries, SG claims to be the most powerful and the only authentic "lay" religious movement within Nichiren Buddhist sect. Its political arm Komei-to is also powerful enough to have been the coalition partner of the Liberal Democratic Party when the LDP was in power.
In fact, though, SG is nothing but a legitimized cult, which has nothing, whatsoever, to do with Buddha's tenets. In 1995, some
members of Aum Supreme Truth, SG's cousin, released deadly sarin gas in subway trains leaving 13 passengers dead. As a result the group was virtually disbanded. On the contrary, SG has been legitimized quickly and steadfastly
in the last several decades because of, rather than despite the fact that it spreads more poisonous substance: superstition coupled with conformism.
I think I might have tolerated my ex's superstitious belief if she hadn't involved our sons in it when they were still in their preteens. Throughout the 1970's, I had to see every night our sons sit alongside of their mother before Butsudan, the family altar, to chant the abracadabra particular to Soka Gakkai. In 1981, I said to myself, "Enough is enough."
When I call it a religious war, I'm not exaggerating the situation which led to our divorce. Take a look at the official statistics recently compiled by the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, MEXT for short. According to the MEXT survey, people who belonged to lawful religious organizations totaled 209 million, more than 1.6 times of the total population of this country, which stands at some 127 million. And we know this is a gross underestimate because MEXT confined its survey to tax-exempt organizations. There are many other non-tax-exempt groups, tens of thousands of them. Deep inside, everyone knows at least 300 million Japanese hold on to religious faiths. This vouches for the observation of Australian journalist Ben Hills that the Japanese embrace the "trilogy of faiths" and do not feel particularly uncomfortable with the religious salad.
Given this climate, if I have to identify the specific group of people I have been at war with, it's none other than the entire population of this country who are enlisted in Tennoist cult (the Emperor cult) at their birth. As shown in the picture embedded at the top of this post, their parents and grandparents went down on their knees and wept on August 15, 1945 at the plaza in front of the Imperial Palace. Believe it or not, they were offering their sincere apologies to the super class-A war criminal for their inability to defend him against the U.S.-led allied powers. Not a single Japanese thought Hirohito "deserved ten thousand deaths" (万死に値する) for driving more than 3 million subjects to death as a human shield for the bastard in the unwinnable war.
Throughout his formative years, my elder son, as well as his younger brother, was brainwashed by my ex-wife to believe in false stories that we broke up because of my incessant womanization, and he had to drop out of university because I was a deadbeat dad. Nothing was farther from truth. But learning a wrong lesson from his father's life which was actually filled with relationships with unforgettable women, he now seems to have chosen to bind himself to one and the only woman who has long been bound to the wheelchair herself. Like all his fellow countrymen, he believes that self-sacrifice is more important than anything else. To him it's an abhorrent crime to pursue personal happiness. I don't think he will someday emancipate himself from the pathological obsession with self-sacrifice. Simply, he never wants to be a free, self-reliant and wholesome man.
Guided by the same spirit of self-denial, he has grown into a perfect people person. His biological dad has almost always been hated or feared by his peers, subordinates and bosses. In stark contrast, my son is liked by everyone he meets. Unfortunately for him, though, he has never been really loved or admired. Who would wholeheartedly trust someone who thinks he can be committed to so many people at a time?
On the surface, my son's philanthropy is extended to his dying father, as well. But I know that deep inside he feels he can't punish me enough for leaving his mother for a brighter and more charming woman when he was a 4th grader. A couple of years ago, he insisted I move to his place to live with him, his wheelchair-bound, CRPS-suffering wife, their dogs and my ex-wife. He promised that he would see to it that my privacy would be fully respected. But I knew there was no such thing as a free lunch between us, and that I was supposed to reciprocate in one way or the other. Now in the wake of the hypertensive crisis I've been going through, he seems to think I'm suffering the well-deserved consequence of refusing the invisible strings attached to his offer.
One day last fall, I mailed to my son to say, "Why don't we visit my dad's burial place the next weekend? It's been a long time since we last went there." Several years earlier, I had parted ways with the Buddhist temple in Tokyo where our family tombs had long been located. At that time I moved the urns that supposedly contained the ashes of my parents to a secular burial place atop a hill in Gunma Prefecture, 70 miles away from Tokyo.
Before I moved the ashes, I was a little better off, financially, than I am today. But now I'm broke because I had to purchase the "permanent" leasehold right on the new burial place, and at the same time, I launched Yamamoto Family Website, Japan's first website of its kind. I've had no intention to have my bones buried in the grave, but these projects cost me more than a fortune. I just thought the virtual and real sites would help bring my family together once again. But actually, my sons, siblings and in-laws did not show enthusiasm to my idea of restoring family bonds.
When I asked my eldest son if he felt like joining my trip, I knew he would comply because that was something he was supposed to do in this society. But at the same time, I knew he would comply only out of a sense of obligation. He even sounded like he was wondering if he still owed me something.
He insisted to give me a car ride. I preferred the train ride because it would be much faster, and more importantly, much safer. When I knew he wouldn't give in, I thought I had to prepare myself for the danger inherent in sitting in a passenger seat when a people person is at the wheel.
The Japanese people are known to be prone to an untimely sleep. The reason is because a people person has too many obligations to fulfill with too many people in a matter of 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. The only time he is reminded that he needs some sleep is when sitting in a business meeting, which is nothing but a ritual here, or sitting at the wheel. My role would, therefore, be to keep my son awake during the 5-hour-long roundtrip.
The hardest part was to throw an uninterrupted stream of words at the back of my chauffeur while making sure to carefully weed out a thought-provoking issue such as politics, culture or religions. He wrongly believes that like his paternal grandpa, and unlike his dad, he has a profound insight into technology and science. If I had dared to take up a political issue, he would have said, "Oh no, not again, dad. You know I'm not interested in talking about subjective matters." Actually, not once has he visited his father's website. The reason: "My English proficiency is too poor for that." This is a standard excuse you hear from a Japanese all the time. As a matter of fact, his Japanese proficiency is also very poor. It's just that he doesn't want to use his own brain to THINK in the way a human being in his right mind does. Another tacit rule for the selection of topics is that I have to refrain from bringing up any real and relevant issue. I'm always supposed to talk about false or irrelevant issues.
For instance, I thought the GPS was an ideal topic to take up with my moody driver on our way to the burial place at the mountaintop. On the surface it looked to have a certain relevance to our trip which sometimes had to be guided by Kaanabi, the car navigation system, but actually had nothing, whatsoever, to do with his paternal granddad for whom he was writing off the whole Saturday. I kept talking to his back everything I knew about the GPS. The system needs to have two satellites to gauge a horizontal distance with Pythagorean equation in use; it needs another satellite to know the vertical distance; a fourth satellite is needed to adjust time differences. These pieces of information had been stored somewhere in my brain since I received them from someone else. And now I was just sending them out to the next receiver purely on an ear-to-mouth basis. I might have discussed the same topic with a taxi driver.
My son answered over his shoulders in a drowsy voice: "Dad, I already know all that stuff." His back was asking: "What the hell are you getting at?" Yes, certainly he knows everything, except that to an ordinary citizen, the GPS is nothing more than a nice-to-have. It's a must-have only for the military and perhaps for the police. But I stopped short of telling him what I was really getting at because I wanted to avoid a traffic accident.
Five hours of this was more than enough. I learned all anew that I have nothing to communicate with him, or any other Japanese for that matter, who doesn't see any problem with applying technologies of the 21st century to business practices and personal lives which have all remained unchanged since the 19th century.
The situations I've gone through in my 76-year life are not really atypical of those experienced by the Japanese of my generation. Even so, I suspect a Westerner who is not a resident here has great difficulty clearly visualizing the weird things that have happened to us in those turbulent years. He may say he agrees to my heretical theory about the terminally-ill country where I was born. But he never fails to add, almost in the same breath, that Japan is ahead of industrialized nations in the West in many respects, nonetheless, especially in technological development. I can't but give up. · read more (75 words)
Sunday, June 03 2012 @ 09:32 AM CDT
Contributed by: Y.Yamamoto
Top: Jesse Benton Bottom: Doug Wead
In my previous post, I pointed out that what's going on around the U.S. presidential election is something more than just yet another leap-year farce. I called it Revolution Scam 2012. I don't think I was wrong.
But I wasn't quite right when I wrote the primary suspects are campaign spokesman Jesse Benton and senior adviser Doug Wead. Now I've learned Ron Paul himself is more responsible for the crime than these small fish are.
And yet, my way of thinking remains basically unchanged: where there are no potential dupes, there are no swindlers. That is where scam is fundamentally different from other types of crime. In this context, whatever happens to the American people, they deserve it.
Here's how I have found out more precise information about Revolution Scam 2012.
Over this past weekend, I was doing my video mining to find out what's going on at the Bilderberg Conference being held behind closed doors in Chantilly, Virginia.
Before hitting this one embedded above, in which Iraq war veteran and talk radio host Adam Kokesh interviews author and journalist Webster Tarpley in the neighborhood of the venue of the Bilderberg Conference 2012, I watched a dozen other related videos. One of them was an interview of obscure person who identifies himself as veteran journalist Jim Tucker by Alex Jones, one of the noisiest and most active conspiracy theorists. In this video Tucker tells Jones that his inside source eavesdropped "Bilderbergers" enthusiastically talking about a plot to murder Ron Paul in a prearranged plane crash.
Then I found another video in which the same conspiracy theorist interviews Tarpley. This one really drives you crazy in part because it's interrupted too often due to a technical glitch, and in part because the interviewer talks too much. But nevertheless, the facts Tarpley exposes about Paul's deceitful causes there are somewhat eye-opening.
Following are some of the things I could learn from my video mining:
● The idea that the Bilderbergers have a hostile view of Ron Paul is baseless because just like Mitt Romney has his good friend Mitchell E. Daniels, Jr. among the Bilderberg members, he has Peter A. Thiel, German-born venture capitalist and co-founder of PayPal supporting him. ● Now that these old heavyweights such as David Rockefeller and Henry Kissinger are losing their influence, the "more sociopathic" young generation is taking over the Bilderberg group. Thiel, 44, is one of the members of Bilderberg's Steering Committee. ● Despite all the fallacy that the Ron Paul campaign is supported mainly by hundreds of thousands of small donors, the German-born venture capitalist contributed $2.6 million to Ron Paul from December to January. ● Actually Ron Paul has played an "auxiliary" role for the Romney camp from the beginning to save the former Governor of Massachusetts from the formidable challenge by other opponents such as Rick Santorum. ● No wonder, Ron Paul's son Rand has started "flirting with Romney in public" since May 23 when they had a meeting behind closed doors. (Tarpley says that if he were a Ron Paul supporter, his world view would have crashed to the ground at that time.) ● In short, "vote for Ron Paul is vote for Mitt Romney." ● Despite his reputation as a strong opponent of crony capitalism, Ron Paul is a champion of nepotism. According to the research made by Tarpley, Paul has put 61 relatives on the payroll of his campaign and Congressional offices. Nepotism is not necessarily unlawful, but it's impermissibly unethical in certain circumstances. ● One of the recent additions is his campaign spokesman Jesse Benton. He married one of Ron Paul's granddaughters allegedly because he wanted to subvert the campaign goal from within.
In the last several years, I have learned a lot from Ron Paul. Although Doug Wead was lying when he said Dr. Paul was the most incorruptible person in the U.S, the Texas Congressman did the best he could under the given circumstances. Now thanks to Tarpley, I could finally wipe out delusions about the libertarian cause. That I was able to write it off, however, does not mean I'm now converting from the Ron Paul cult to something else.
As to the specific question about who to vote for in 2012, all he can say is, "You should get yourself out of that [passive] mentality." He believes "protest is for wimps, but revolutionaries want power," and that in order to counter the tide of "neo-feudalism," which conspiracy theorists like to call New World Order, we have to have workable programs. He quickly adds it takes an organization to promote and implement these action plans, which, in turn, calls for a "class-conscious" leader, such as Alexis Tsipras of Greece. Of course, he falls short of telling where to find that leader. Who wouldn't? In today's America, it's next to impossible to find an individual who is not brainless and spineless.
To dodge these questions, Tarpley has to say jokingly that in November, U.S. voters will see the birth of "Mitt-Rand" administration. Since he is an avowed admirer of Charles de Gaulle, he misses Gaullism which had been gone by the time Francois Mitterrand took office.
But to me, that is enough because it's none of my headache how the new U.S. President will accelerate the process toward the fall of the evil empire and the subsequent implosion of the United States. All I wanted to know is whether my Japanese posterity will remain the same bunch of vassals of the Far Eastern fiefdom of the failing country. Webster Tarpley has given his answer to that question.
In the last 37 years since the Rambouilette Summit, the Japanese have taken pride in being 1/8 of the world, if only nominally. They still hold a diluted share of 1/20 today. But in reality, the presence of their country has been within a range of 0/18 to 0/23 since 1954 when the most influential G called the Bilderberg Club was founded.
According to the only press release made to this date, 147 people from 23 countries and some international organizations such as WTO and IMF participated in the Bilderberg Conference 2012. Needless to say, they included attendees from China and Russia, but not a single person was invited there from Japan. · read more (164 words)
One man with courage is a majority. - Thomas Jefferson
Most Americans "think" they are still thinking, but they are wrong. If that's what they are doing, the ape can also think.
Several weeks ago I was at a loss over how to explain to my audience the way Thomas Jefferson did his thinking more than 230 years ago. As the last resort, I borrowed
a cheap analogy from the 1999 U.S. film titled The Matrix. Even so I didn't seem to have succeeded. That is why now I'm going to use a more straightforward approach toward the question about the process of thinking particular to mankind. I know the average American is allergic to a no-nonsense discourse purely based on logical reasoning, but I still hope there are a small number of Americans who disdain to go with the flow.
Prior to this one, I uploaded a post dealing with conspiracy "theories" because the widespread delusive ideologies, or ideological delusions, which do not deserve to be called theories at all, are the farthest things from Thomas Jefferson's principled way of thinking. In response, a German visitor to this site gave us a brilliant comment in which she exquisitely likens conspiracy theorists to the detectives in Scotland Yard in the eyes of Sherlock Holmes. You can't agree more, at least as far as people of certain occupations such as detectives and mathematicians are concerned.
I don't want to claim to be an expert in cognitive science. For one thing I know nothing about American philosopher, mathematician and scientist Charles Sanders Peirce (1839-1914) any more than a Wikipedian tells us. According to the Wikipedia entry, Peirce argued that an "abductive inference" starts with "guessing."
Maybe this holds true in some cases. But I think when talking about things like politics, the first step involved in the process of thinking is not just guessing. To me it's internalization of visual, audio, or any other sensory perception. It's important to know you can't internalize any input unless you can find in it a relevance to your own life.
This really brings us to Plato's thoughts. The Greek philosopher argued, in defiance of agnosticism of his teacher Socrates, that man still can learn things that are really worth learning because learning is nothing but recollection of what one has already known by intuition.
More than 2 millenniums later, Soren Kierkegaard wrote in an 1843 entry to his diary: "It is quite true what philosophy says: that life must be understood backwards. But that makes one forget the other saying: that it must be lived forwards." Obviously the Danish philosopher thought it's man's intuition that leads him to think, and then act accordingly. (Kierkegaard termed this forward recollection a "repetition.") If one doesn't have a good intuitive faculty, he always ends up beating the bushes as if he has an eternal life before him. This argument all comes down to how you can tell whether the input at hand has real relevance to you.
The second step in man's thinking process is to conceptualize the newly internalized perception to form a new idea of his own. (See NOTE below.) Actually this step is normally divided into two - one for hypothesizing and the other for theorizing.
NOTE: The word "conceptualize" here is basically synonymous with "crystallize," the term Betty Friedan used in her gerontological work The Fountain of Age. As Friedan suggests, to crystallize does not always mean abstraction.
If you failed to identify a real issue in the first step, you are also destined to fail to conceptualize because now you are fully conditioned to respond to someone else's problem like Pavlov's dog does to a given stimulus. If you know what exactly personal liberty means, you should also know that everyone has the right to differ from others. That means the criteria on which to decide what issues to identify as valid and relevant largely vary from an individual to another. Paradoxical though it may seem, that's why Ron Paul says, "Liberty always brings people together," even beyond national boundaries.
In the final step of thinking, you queue the newly acquired concept so it can be readily exteriorized in such a way that it can be shared with others as an actionable idea.
These are the steps you take when you do the thinking using your own brain.
When Obama spread around the empty word "change" four years ago, tens of millions of thinking-disabled people jumped at it. Actually they went as far as to think the black Messiah would be able to walk on the troubled water. Now, as is evident from the striking resemblance between the members of the Obama cult in 2008 and Ron Paul supporters four years later, basically the same thing is happening in 2012. The only difference lies with the fact that Ron Paul's cause of civil liberty is precisely defined by its advocate.
So it's all the more tragic that those who rally behind the Texas Congressman are mentally too lazy to make strenuous effort to be entailed in conceptual thinking. Because of their longtime exposure to the vast intellectual vacuum created by the American chattering classes, both in the mainstream and fringe, they once again chose to bypass the painstaking process of internalizing, crystallizing and exteriorizing the highly conceptual ideas they heard from Ron Paul.
As a result, all they can do is to give paper-thin alibis for their total inaction resulting from physical cowardice and mental inertia. To prove they are not at fault, they put all the blame on someone else, most typically, the mainstream media for their bias against Ron Paul, and the GOP establishment for its habitual manipulation of the results of caucuses and primaries. It's as though they didn't expect their opponents to use the same old tricks, or they thought establishment would soon back down in the face of their incessant verbal attacks.
To the same end, they have also invented false issues, such as legalization of marijuana, abortion or gay marriages. Some of them may not be really false, but they are side issues at best. By doing so, they have easily played into the enemy's hands.
Another case in point is that
National Defense Authorization Act of 2012 and Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act (formerly known as SOPA) have always been their favorite topics. Every time Ron Paul mentioned these words, his supporters never failed to boo. But one conceptual question never crossed their minds: "What's wrong with the government restraining the people's rights to freedom and privacy, when, as a matter of fact, these rights have already been hollowed out completely?" Civil liberties mean absolutely nothing until it is actually used in a creative way. Equally important, you can't actualize them at no cost.
It's not an issue of primary importance whether or not these "police state" measures are unconstitutional. Although they always pretended not to have heard him, "the Champion of the Constitution" himself said over and over again that the U.S. Constitution is not a perfect document as the Bible. The 16th Amendment, for instance, should be repealed to allow the American people to keep the fruits of their labor. The same is true of the 17th Amendment: it has to be repealed before abolishing the FED, as these simple-minded guys kept chanting in ecstasy.
These are all inevitable consequences of their failure to precisely understand the cause of the Intellectual Revolution centered around the idea of civil liberties.
On May 15, Ron Paul's campaign headquarters announced that the Texas Congressman was going to suspend campaigning "actively" on a false pretext that it had run out of fund. Despite the muddled words from the campaign headquarters, now Ron Paul's revolution was coming to a screeching halt, as had been expected since the onset of the leap-year farce.
Now all over the web, people have started spreading unconfirmed rumors such as:
- Ron Paul has been kidnapped and is now being forced to compromise on his bold plans to abolish the FED and close down all military bases overseas, - his wife Carol fell seriously ill in a mysterious way and she is now on a life-support system, - his son Rand has made an about-face and now he is endorsing Mitt Romney, - now that all these things have ensured Obama's second term, Hillary Clinton shows a keen interest in becoming his running mate so the monster is only one step away from becoming the Queen of the United States, etc., etc.
My own speculation would be that Dr. Paul backed down simply because he had belatedly realized that millions of brainless and spineless people enthusiastically rallying behind him would not help revolutionize the American way of thinking.
But in the face of the ado about nothing resulting from Paul's virtual exit from the race, I can't tell for sure what exactly is going on with the failing giant. More specifically I don't know the exact timeline for my Scenario 2 to materialize. The only thing I can tell at this moment is that the fall of the evil American Empire is now just a matter of time.
If I were one of those conspiracy theorists, I would certainly ascribe the fiasco to something to be called Revolution Scam 2012 and point my finger at these mercenaries named Doug Wead and Jesse Benton as its prime suspects. They have organized all these pointless rallies and "Money Bombs."
At the beginning, they were saying this was the last chance to restore America. But now they have subtly changed the rhetoric. Now they are saying that if Dr. Paul's third bid for presidency should be aborted, the Intellectual Revolution continues. In other words, he doesn't remain in the race only to win. Sure, he doesn't; to these guys like Wead and Benton, win or lose hasn't mattered from the beginning. But as I always say, where there is no victim, there's no swindler.
To the above-linked video, someone posted his or her comment that read like this: "I'm donating again on 17th. Dr. Paul has my consent to put my donation in his retirement fund if his campaign is unable to spend it wisely. I could never repay him for the positive way in which he has influenced my life. I firmly believe the good Doctor has revived an intellectual revolution that will ultimately result in the restoration of America." Obviously this person is one of those thinking-disabled cultists who believe civil liberty is something you can buy for some bucks.
When Thomas Jefferson authored the Declaration of Independence and coauthored the U.S. Constitution in 1776 and 1787, respectively, he knew that it's a matter of life and death for a people facing the moment of truth to THINK in strict adherence to a principle. · read more (22 words)
Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers. - Voltaire
To tell the truth, I'm secretly in love with fringe "theories" because most of the time they are imaginative, entertaining and even thought-provoking. On the contrary, mainstream "theories" are just sickening, or boring at best.
"Fringe theory" is roughly synonymous with "conspiracy theory." But, is there any antonym for this phrase? It's really amazing to know that not a single conspiracy theorist in the U.S. understands the word conspiracy means absolutely nothing because there is no such thing that is NOT a conspiracy in this world.
Another semantic question that arises from this argument is how to refer to pundits and scholars who make their living by working on something which they don't think has anything to do with conspiracies. It seems as though the only possible way to call them is "mainstream pundits and scholars." But this is ridiculous because as a matter of fact, there are many conspiracy theorists in the mainstream, or even non-conspiracy theorists in the fringe.
If there is something that separates mainstreamers from fringers, it's the source of income. To me, a mainstream theorist is one who is getting paid by the media and political establishment whereas a fringe theorist is someone who is currently out of work and desperately seeking an alternative source of income, such as royalty from his book targeted at a gullible audience.
My estranged friend Benjamin Fulford is a Canadian journalist who has long settled down in Tokyo, capital of the nation where he can find millions and millions of suckers. It is true that he has been practically banned from Japan's mainstream TV networks in the last 7, 8 years because of his conspiracy theories. But nevertheless, he could make a fortune or two by publishing dozens of Japanese books targeted at the world's most credulous readers. He is a typical example of mainstream conspiracy theorists.
Actually, conspiracy theorists and non-conspiracy theorists are the two wings of the same bird. They share the same rotten body. Aside from the bird analogy, the single most important thing they have in common is the basic premise that they should seek the "truth" about the things which have been identified as issues by someone else. In the vast intellectual vacuum prevailing in their country, virtually all American people, from mainstream to fringe, from liberals to conservatives, from peaceniks to war-mongers, have been asking the same questions as to what exactly happened on September 11, 2001, who was behind the collapse of the WTC buildings and what his motive was.
The death toll from 9/11 was a mere 2,996, but when these unfortunate people were crushed under the rubble of the falling Towers, every American took it for granted that "the world would never be the same again."
Don't make me laugh.
67 years ago, Little Boy and Fat Man massacred 150,000-246,000 citizens of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and tons of incendiary bombs incinerated another millions who lived outside the sanctuary exclusively reserved for Emperor Hirohito. When the unprecedented tactic for something to be called a selective genocide was carried out, some of us said that our life would never be different till the end of time. Deep inside we felt the then "2,605-year-old" imperial reign had been frozen for permanent preservation. Our premonition has proved absolutely right.
You can't kill a dead man.
If the 9/11 incident should still be looked at from a conspiracy angle, the only conclusion that would make any sense is that the conspirator singlemindedly intended to give the finishing touches to the burst of the intellectual bubble in the U.S. With their brains irreparably damaged by the ultimate conspiracy, Americans have lost the minimum brainpower to understand that relevance varies from country to country, especially from America to the rest of the world. To them it's a no-no to question the universal relevance of the event beyond national boundaries.
Needless to say, the same process of idiotization is going on even more rapidly in Japan. When I wrote in this blog, for instance, that the loss of 20,000-plus Japanese lives in the "once-in-a-millennium" disaster was not a big deal when arithmetically compared to more than 30,000 people killing themselves every year, practically everyone pretended not to hear me. It is true that some gave me comments. But they were all Japanese epigones of conspiracy theorists in North America. They kept talking about a 3/11 plot hatched by Negev Nuclear Research Center in Demona, Israel, without being able to tell magnitude from intensity, let alone Mj from Mw, or JMA seismic intensity scale from other yardsticks used in other countries.
Aside from the issue with relevance, not a single conspiracy theorist has ever really substantiated his "theory" with solid evidence. Unlike mainstream idiots who swallow every official announcement at face value, conspiracy theorists are always looking around for plausible evidence supporting their heretical allegation. At the same time, they carefully weed out information that runs counter to it.
As computer-savvy people are well aware, it's a piece of cake these days to manipulate audio/visual materials leveraging state-of-the-art technologies to cook images and sounds as you like. But conspiracy theorists don't give a damn because to these guys with cultist mindset, the single most important thing is to BELIEVE in whatever fits well into their ideological delusion or delusive ideology. If the guru says the evidence is authentic and genuine, it's authentic and genuine. If the guru insists he didn't find any counter-evidence, there are none, for sure. The fact of the matter remains, though, you've got to be a fully-equipped and duly-authorized forensic expert to reveal a trick.
In the last 8 years since I started blogging, I have talked a lot about conspiracy theories. I think that's more than enough. I'm uploading this post, nonetheless, simply because I think one of the most important factors for the miscarriage of the Intellectual Revolution started by the former obstetrician is the fact that in the U.S., practically everyone, who has an inkling that something is fundamentally wrong with the status quo, is under the influence of conspiracy theorists, in one way or the other. · read more (23 words)
Dr. Hiroshi Okamoto wrote "You can cure 9 out of 10 illnesses all by yourself" to explain why he quit practicing medicine in 2001.
One evening in mid-March, I was talking to the wife of the owner-chef at a small eatery I frequent over the five reasons I'm staying out of Japan's rotten health-care system. She is one of my local friends who helped me find a decent doctor in this neighborhood when my blood pressure had reached a critical level. (The systolic reading peaked at 240 mmHg.)
A middle-aged man, who looked to be a regular in the shop, was in the middle of his dinner at a nearby table. When he finished, he joined our conversation. He introduced himself as a dentist who had recently abandoned the membership in Japan Dental Association, a cousin organization of Japan Medical Association. The independent-minded dental practitioner said, “Mr. Yamamoto, I think you are 100% right. Medical doctors, and dentists alike, are all swindlers in this country.”
After the wife of the owner left us to help her husband in the kitchen, he started telling me his experience with a medical doctor who had ripped him off a fortune when his old mother was dying of cancer. He said, "My mother died a couple of years ago, after fighting the illness for several years. The doctor certainly knew from the beginning that her days were already numbered. But he always fell short of explicitly telling me that was the case with my mom presumably because he thought that being a dental practitioner here, I could somehow afford to pay the hospital bill which the average Japanese could not. As a result, I was robbed of 4 to 5 million yen every year over the several years she stayed in the hospital.” His eyes were filled with tears.
The next time we met at the same restaurant, he said, “Stick around there for a minute, Mr. Yamamoto. I have something to give you.” He rushed out of the place and soon came back from a nearby parking lot with a pocket-sized book in his hand. It was titled "You can cure 9 out of 10 illnesses all by yourself"; its subtitle read, "Do you still want to remain a juicy patient?”. The dentist said, "This book vouches for your argument from a physician's point of view." This is how I came across the revealing book authored by Dr. Hiroshi Okamoto. Had it not been for the timely gift from the dentist, I would never have read it because in the past several decades I have believed it's a total waste of time and money to
read a book written by a Japanese.
According to his autobio, Dr. Okamoto was practicing medicine for 12 years until around the turn of the century. One day in 2001, he asked himself: “Isn’t it enough to dupe thousands and thousands of patients into spending their hard-earned money practically for nothing?” That's when he made up his mind to quit practicing medicine and launched a website on which to provide medical consultations at a flat semiannual fee of 9K yen. In 2009, he published this book to explain what exactly had made him explore the untested business model.
Dr. Okamoto classifies illnesses into 3 categories like this:
Class 1: Illnesses which can be cured without the help of doctors.
Class 2: Illnesses which can be cured only with the help of doctors.
Class 3: Illnesses which cannot be cured even with the help of doctors.
I think his straightforward way of "triaging" illnesses is quite helpful in analyzing problems inherent in the Japanese medical system. Theoretically speaking, the divisions among the three categories are not always that clear. For one thing, Class 3 illnesses tend to move toward Class 2, and Class 2 toward Class 1, on the premise that medicine advances both in terms of technology and affordability. But in reality, this assumption cannot be taken for granted.
Dr. Okamoto recalls that an astounding 95% of his patients came to see him over "illnesses" that fell on the first category. On an educated guess basis, he puts the overall ratio of Class 1 illnesses in the order of 70-90% although he does not have data for his colleagues.
He calls them Oishii Kanja-tachi, literally translated as juicy patients. As the conscientious doctor observes, the single most important problem with Japan's medical system lies there.
In the last couple of weeks, some American regulars at my website have tried to educate me on the subtle difference between the two words, "psychogenic" and "psychosomatic". Although I am grateful for their effort to enlighten me, I still remain in the dark about the definitions of these adjectives, presumably because I, as an Asian, have never believed in any dualism. To me, when a man suffers a disease, he suffers it in his entirety. In this context, I would generically call Class 1 diseases hypochondria, or somatization of mental disorder inherent to hysteria. In other words, the explosion of the population of hospital goers over Class 1 illnesses is a social malady rather than a medical problem.
Dr. Okamoto suspects that as a result, hospitals are always so overcrowded with these super-suggestible people that the norm for outpatients is now "a 3-hour wait for a 3-minute treatment" as the Japanese always say without exaggeration. That, in turn, makes the sufferers of Class 2 diseases shy away from hospitals.
On the other hand, these juicy patients are constantly subjected to overtesting and overprescription, because otherwise hospital operation would never be that profitable.
Perhaps to avoid directly criticizing gullible and sheepish outpatients, Dr. Okamoto attributes this phenomenon to the perpetual efforts made by the medical cartel (he doesn't use these words, though) formed by doctors, pharmaceutical companies, medical equipment manufacturers and bureaucrats at the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare, and equally important, by the media.
In this relation. the author of the book stresses the fact that these dupes always take it for granted that all the numeric criteria given by Japan Medical Association and the health ministry for such diseases as hypertension and diabetes are authentic and trustworthy. But nothing is farther from the truth, according to Okamoto.
Take hypertension, for example. All of a sudden in 2000, the lower threshold value for the systolic reading of high blood pressure was lowered from 160 mmHg to 140 mmHg. As a result, the number of patients supposedly suffering hypertension jumped up 30 million overnight. Okamoto says now 50 million (see NOTE below) out of 127 million Japanese are supposedly suffering high blood pressure.
NOTE: Today (May 17) falls on what "World Hypertension League" calls "World Hypertension Day." On this occasion, the Japanese media revised, with an innocent face, their bloated estimate of the hypertensive population downward to 40 million, and added it's worrisome that 80% of them remain untreated right now.
The same can be said of the blood sugar levels for diabetics. On May 1, 1999, Japan Diabetes Society lowered out of the blue the cutoff value for diabetes from 140 mg/dL to 126 mg/dL. By the sudden change, tens of millions of Japanese officially became diabetics overnight.
Without doubt, 9 out of 10 illnesses can be cured all by yourself is one of the greatest Japanese nonfictions I've ever read. If it still leaves something to be desired, he should have shown more relevant data, which have rarely been discussed in public, in a more coherent way. He talks about the fact that the average Japanese doctor treated 8,421 outpatients in 1998 whereas the average number of outpatients his OECD counterpart treated in the same year was 2,421, or the average medical cost for the treatment and diagnosis of the Japanese outpatients was 7K yen per session while it cost his American counterpart 62K.
But these spotty figures fall a little short of entirely discrediting widespread fallacies about Japan's medical system. For instance, the World Health Organization always places Japan at the top of the list when measuring the overall effectiveness of health-care systems. Aside from the fundamental question about whether we need such an organization as WHO under the U.N., which is supposedly overseeing medical systems in 193 member countries, we should question its sanity when it proclaims the Japanese medical system is the undisputed best because the doctors are 3.5 times more efficient than their OECD counterparts, the medical cost is 89% lower than in other OECD countries, and "as a result," Japan's "healthy life expectancy" is the longest in the world. Actually those who are doing this ranking business at the international organizations are the same bunch of idiots as those who still maintain GDP is an primary indicator of the economic vigor and people's well-being of a nation.
It's especially outrageous to know not a single medical expert has ever asked the most relevant questions such as: - What should the "healthy" longevity Japan boasts mean when one out of four Japanese is seriously considering suicide? - How can Japan's overall medical achievements be considered outstanding when every third Japanese is supposedly suffering hypertension? - Are Japanese doctors considered really productive when the norm for their outpatients is "a 3-hour wait for a 3-minute treatment"? - Does it make any sense to evaluate the Japanese medical system, in the first place, when 70-90% of outpatients are just pretending to be physically sick, but in fact, mentally ill?
I thought I could expect saner feedback from my local friends and that I could somehow contain the cost of 3 copies of the intriguing book (1,800 yen) within my household budget. The first person I ordered Amazon Japan to send a copy was (Lara) Chen Tien-shi, up-and-coming anthropologist and dedicated humanrights activist.
Recently she and her predominantly Japanese colleagues in an NPO headed by Lara, where I am an associate member, took a research tour to Thailand. When they came back, they gave us a presentation on their findings about the distress being suffered by minority tribes, such as the Aka people, who mostly inhabit the northernmost area of Thailand. At that meeting someone stressed the fact that the Aka people are not granted access to nation's health-care entitlement programs. This woman wanted to tell us how they are alienated from the entire system. At that time I asked them: "Am I supposed to sympathize with them? I'm also medically uncovered." No one answered my question. But I am certain Lara understood what I meant because the ethnic Chinese is far more intelligent and down-to-earth than her Japanese colleagues.
Another thing I expected from her was her take on 易筋功 (Ikinko), literally translated as muscle-relaxing routine. Dr. Okamoto introduces this as useful for the prevention of Class 2 illnesses and the self-cure of Class 1 illnesses. I am an extremely skeptical person who never believes in any magic until it's fully proven with myself.
Lara strongly recommended I regularly do the Chinese routine similar to Tai Chi because a little different version of the Chinese exercise is actually helping her keep in shape. She said her 90-year-old father told her to do the routine because it had proved effective with him. I said to myself: "Why don't I give a try to Lara's advice?"
I know American people would respond to Dr. Okamoto's recommendation in two different ways. The first group would just shrug it off, saying it's nothing but a superstition when compared to jogging or aerobics they are currently doing. Simply it never crosses the minds of these empty-headed guys that jogging and aerobics can also be superstitions. That's quite OK with me because their physical and mental health is none of my concern.
The other group of Americans would instantly be hooked on the Ikinko routine, because to them anything exotic and mysterious can serve as an "alternative" medicine. Actually, a good part of the likes of yoga and Zazen is an Oriental rubbish reinvented in the West. These ignoramuses should learn the Traditional Chinese Medicine existed centuries before Hippocrates. The Western medicine is the alternative to TCM, not the other way around.
Weeks afterward I ordered Amazon to send another copy of the book to my elder son, who has been brought up by my ex-wife into a perfect people person, i.e. conformist. For that reason, I subtly disowned him several years ago. More specifically, I told him, and his younger brother as well, not to look for my body when I disappeared, because I don't want to be incinerated and buried in the pseudo-Buddhist format. That is why I didn't tell him my blood pressure had shot up to the levels the doctor called a hypertensive crisis until after I came back alive from the emergency room.
The day after I was ambulanced into the hospital, he, along with his younger brother, came to my apartment to find out if his dad was getting well. When we went out on foot to have lunch together and buy stuff like a digital blood pressure monitor, he pissed me off the way he always does. Every time we met my neighbor, he said: "I'm awfully sorry my dad caused you so much trouble." (That was not the case at all.) He never failed to add, "I also apologize to you in advance because I'm afraid he will cause you some more trouble in the future." (That will not be the case, either.) Needless to say, he kept bowing all along. It's as though it's a sin for me to stay alive, and to be dying in the near future, too.
Believe it or not, my biological son is not alone in acting unnecessarily apologetic and thankful especially toward authoritative figures such as superiors and Westerners. Quite naturally most foreign residents here love this Japanese "virtue" very much. They know they can never expect the same obsequious politeness coupled with servile hospitality anywhere else in the world, including their home countries. That is why they always pretend not to notice the ugliest side of the rotten culture.
Here's another case in point. In the days I was in business, Japanese businessmen often bowed to the receiver of the telephone, wearing a phony smile all the time, especially when talking to their bosses or customers. Even today, it's commonplace that a Japanese youngster bows to his handset when in the same situation as if using Skype. My biological son is no exception.
Recently he is also suffering hypertension as a complication of diabetes. He is only 43. You may not know it, but susceptibility to psychogenic, or psychosomatic diseases is a people person's destiny. I thought he would certainly find Dr. Okamoto's revelations relevant to him in one way or the other. I still don't know if he is going to read the book, but when I asked for his comment, he said, "I've let Yumiko read it first because she wanted to." Yumiko is his wheelchair-bound wife who has long been suffering from an "intractable" illness called Complex Regional Pain Syndrome.
As I observe, my daughter-in-law is increasingly getting hooked on a wider variety of prescription drugs and irreversibly developing more and more dependency on her caring husband. Most recently she developed an allergy to eggs in addition to other allergies she had already had. But I doubt it's genuine. When she is shown albumen (egg white) or vitellus (egg yolk), she winces or even vomits. But when she is given a meat bun which unnoticeably contains egg, she won't grimace or will even eat it. Now I am reasonably sure her mysterious pains and other symptoms are all fake as is her conjugal love of her husband.
I know very little about the pathology of CRPS, but I know a lot about human nature, if Hippocrates' insight into it should eclipse mine. Since the disease my daughter-in-law is suffering is a psychogenic, or psychosomatic disorder, she can overcome it if she really wants to be a self-reliant person. So the real question is whether Yumiko can emancipate herself from the barbed-wire fence she has built around her. My tentative answer to my own question is, "No, that's quite unlikely." Here's a reason:
In his 1983 book titled How to Break Your Addiction to a Person, Howard M. Halpern, Ph.D. theorized that there is no fundamental difference between addiction to a chemical substance and addiction to a wrong mate, or any other incongruous partner. But I think Halpern's theory has an important flaw. Actually, Yumiko and her husband have developed a mutual dependency, which cannot be the case when you get addicted to a chemical substance.
That is why I don't think I can realistically assume their diseases will be cured sooner or later. Now they are Siamese twins that cannot be separated if you want both of them to survive the operation. I even suspect the 5-decade-old addictive alliance between the two failing countries have taken a heavy toll on marriages or other personal relationships among the Japanese.
In the last several years, my daughter-in-law has been on special benefits meant for the disabled. When her husband triumphantly reported to me that he had finally succeeded to convince the municipality to add CRPS to the list of "designated diseases," I said, "So she is now eligible for disability benefits at the cost of un-handicapped people like me." He laughed and said, "So it seems." But actually it's not a laughing matter. For one thing, there is not much difference in amount between her benefits and my annuities from the contributory pension program. Such a downright injustice is the dominant norm in this terminally-ill welfare state.
I thought at least she should reciprocate my generosity by giving me a sensible feedback to my gift on behalf of her husband. Some weeks later I asked my son, "What did she say?" His answer: "Nothing in particular. Maybe she thought what the author says in the book had nothing to do with her chronic pains. By the way, I took our dogs to the vet today....."
Finally I had the book sent to Dr. Shiono. But the last time I saw him, he was still in the middle of it. He just said, "Many thanks, Mr. Yamamoto. It's really a page-turner. I'm learning a lot from the book."
I think it's a pity that none of my American friends have Japanese-literacy, and all they hear about the reality behind the facade of the medical systems in North America are allegations against conspirators who suspectedly keep spreading new strains of viruses that cause such diseases as SARS, avian flu, and swine flu, along with fake anti-virus drugs such as Tamiflu which allegedly cause an additional hazard.
In fact, these medical conspiracy theorists help conceal truth more than they reveal it. As I always say, it's not only useless but also harmful to arbitrarily or opportunistically single out a certain part of a broader plot, making believe it's not just the tip of the iceberg. Every time I ask them, "Show me what is NOT a conspiracy," they pretend not to hear me.
I sometimes ask myself how he would respond when one of those super-credulous guys who blindly believe in medical conspiracy theories saw his blood sugar level hit, say, 180 mg/dL. It's for sure that he would rush to a nearby hospital and subsequently become addicted to insulin without asking if he is falling into the trap of a conspiracy. As Ron Paul kept warning, before quitting the race in a disgraceful way, prescription drugs are sometimes much more dangerous than illegal drugs.
That is why I thought Dr. Okamoto's revelations about Japan's medical cartel are worth introducing to my audience in the West. · read more (58 words)
Dr. Hiroshi Shiono is one of the very few Japanese doctors who know how to communicate with their patients.
Chalmers Johnson defined my country of birth as a cluster of "Cartels of the Mind." He was absolutely right. But now I'm more inclined to call the same country where my body is about to return to dust "Cartels of the Body." Actually medicine is just one of those areas totally cartelized in this country.
I know for sure that most of my predominantly American audience will knowingly say, "We are more or less in the same situation here." It is true that PPACA (Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act,) better known as Obamacare, has a certain similarity to Japan's 54-year-old National Health Insurance Act. Article 5 of NHIA stipulates in equivocal words that every Japanese must be covered by one of the several types of medical insurance policies made available by the government.
I don't know how Obamacare glosses over the fundamental issue with the constitutionality of forcing everyone to become insured, but I'm certain the mandatory insurance coverages in both countries are nothing but extortion schemes under the guise of income redistribution. In Japan, an insured can basically expect from the government a 70% "subsidy" when he sees a doctor, but it's actually not a subsidy; it's none other than partial refund of the loot.
This, however, should not mean that the American people can generalize things, as they often do, so far as to ignore fundamental differences in the way the two countries were founded. While in the "homogeneous" Japanese society, people have been wet-nursing and babysitting one another for many centuries, America was founded 236 years ago based on the principle of self-reliance. How can America be "more or less the same" as the world's oldest nanny state?
Furthermore, the people in the worst rogue country in history named America have inflicted perpetual distress on other peoples especially those in Northeast Asia and Middle East since the onset of the evil American Empire. How can we victims share same problems, let alone same solutions, with perpetrators?
By now I've learned that this notion about our similarity is always used as yet another alibi for their inaction, mental inertia, physical cowardice and self-complacency toward the daunting tasks to reverse the process of America's Japanization.
They "think" they are still thinking, but if that's what they do, an ape or even a worm can think. Actually the verb "think" is 100% synonymous to "conceptualize or crystallize one's sensory perceptions."
I've already written off these guys whose brains have been irreparably damaged. But I still believe there are some, if not many, Americans who understand the key to preventing the Intellectual Revolution started by a former obstetrician from a miscarriage is to restore Thomas Jefferson's way of principled thinking.
Now I'm talking to a very small number of Americans who are still in their right mind.
In this essay, I will elaborate on my acts of civil disobedience I briefly touched on in my previous post, particularly how I'm fighting psychosomatic disorders such as hypertension and acute worsening of chronic diseases such as Parkinsonism while remaining medically uncovered and financially broke. I hope my story resonates with you level-headed Americans, and thus helps turn the actionable cause of civil liberty into real actions.
I have opted out not only of the medical insurance but also of all other entitlement programs. In a sense, the national pension program is the only exception, but actually it's not an entitlement. That's why thieves at Yokohama municipal government have been robbing me of more than 30% of my pension in the last 7 months, overriding the fiduciary responsibility to be held by the central government.
I saw a doctor for the first time in 10 years when I was ambulanced into the emergency room of a nearby hospital on January 26. Since then I have tried four doctors but the first three turned out to be quacks. The worst one was a crook by the name of Yoshinori Abe (阿部仁紀) who heads the Neuromedical Department of Byobugaura Hospital. He has a reputation as a distinguished doctor specializing in Parkinsonism.
I brought in an Excel chart to show Abe the very unusual patterns of the ups and downs in my blood pressure and told him of my own analysis of the graph, adding I might be wrong. I also told him about my chronology of Parkinsonism that dates back to the 1980s. Finally I made it clear that all I was expecting from Abe was his diagnosis and prognosis in writing, especially about the effects Parkinsonism looks to have on my blood pressure. By that I meant I didn't want any treatment, prescription, myography or any other pointless testing, in part because I knew I couldn't afford them financially, in the first place, especially when it came to refractory illnesses such as Parkinson's. More importantly, I would have declined it even if I had been offered these medical services at an affordable price, because I knew from my longtime experience with these guys that at the end of the day, they would never be able to solve my problems.
Without even giving a glance at the graph, Abe said to the effect that I was seeing a wrong doctor, then. From his sullen voice, it was evident that he felt seriously insulted by this unusually demanding patient because in Japan, the doctor is the god, who is not used to being told what to do.
Finally I decided to settle for the fourth one named Hiroshi Shiono (above photo) despite the fact that he honestly admitted he has little expertise in neuromedical diseases. But the most important thing was the youngish doctor, unlike the other three, was willing to listen to me very attentively.
I told Dr. Shiono that my systolic blood pressure had shot up to 240 mmHg on January 26 mainly because of too much stress I was going through in recent months. I added that admittedly my salt intake from junk food had been way too much, as well.
Astounded at the chart I had prepared on Excel, he said: "I have seen very few patients go this high, much less survive it. As you know, the lower threshold for the category 'Hypertensive Crisis' is only 180. If your brain artery had ruptured as it could well have done, and I had been removing your brainpan at that time, I must have seen a lot of blood erupt from your skull and hit the ceiling of the surgery room."
He prescribed me a stronger medicine called "Exforge" ("Diovan" which had been prescribed by another doctor, combined with a "calcium channel blocker") to tame my easy-to-boil blood.
As to my excessive intake of NaCl, I said, "Doc, I have no intention to go from one extreme to the other. Besides I don't want to live on an unsavory (salt-less, sugarless, tobacco-less and sexless) life because to me that would be putting the cart before the horse." The discerning doc laughed, and said, "That would be the best way to manage your health."
Now I visit his clinic, off and on, for a refill of prescription and ad hoc tips from him. Each time I see Dr. Shiono, we carefully analyze the chart I'm always updating on Excel to review his prescription policy and my dose strategy, and then quickly exchange words about the areas of our common interest such as classical music - and that's it. This is something that rarely happens between a Japanese doctor and his patient. I think I chose a right doctor.
For one thing, I decided to raise the threshold for systolic reading from 140 to 180 so I can suspend the dose until my wild blood soars to that level. When I told Dr. Shiono about my experimental strategy, he said, "Let's give it a try." Immediately after getting a nod from Dr. Shiono, I went ahead with my plan. As a result, in April alone, I saved my medical cost at least by some 20K yen. This is something to a person who is on the verge of bankruptcy.
Until I called it my second career in 2005, I was not allowed to opt out of Japan’s medicare system because throughout the half century I was in business, the premiums for the mandatory healthcare insurance had been withheld from my paychecks. When I finally retired, city hall insisted it was a legal requirement for me to "voluntarily" pay premiums so I could seamlessly switch to the other type of health insurance, which is primarily meant for the self-employed, the retired and the jobless. On top of that, I was told anyone over 65 was also “eligible” to be covered by the “Nursing Care Insurance” by paying an extra amount of yen. I said to myself, and those zombies in city hall, as well: “Enough is enough.”
Still today, I think I will remain uncovered until the last day of my life for the 5 reasons specified below.
Reason 1: Extortion under the guise of welfare
Simply I can't afford to take out the insurance policy. Aside from that, according to my calculation, the insurance premiums I was coerced to pay for 46 years from 1959 to 2005 totaled at least 15-20 million yen when restated at the “present value.” It is true I received some "benefits" in return when my ex-wife gave birth to our two sons and my family members, including myself, saw doctors over not so serious illnesses. But these benefits did not aggregate any more than several million-yen at their present value. In short, I have been ripped off by the Japanese government under the name of welfare and mutual aid. I think if I had decided to stay in the same extortion scheme in 2005, that would have been something English-speaking people describe as “pouring good money after bad.” (What's good about additional extortion is a different issue, though.) The Japanese way of saying the same thing is: “Throwing extra money at the thief on the run.” The entire deck of cards is stacked beforehand so the player always loses the game.
Every time I tell how I've been robbed by the government, they knowingly answer: "You've got to know this is an insurance program, not a savings account." The new sales pitch I hear from them is like this: "Actually the Japanese government is a very generous insurer who is willing to underwrite the worst possible risks such as your house which was burned down by the fire last night. The only problem is that the premium rate isn't affordable to someone who has just gone homeless."
Reason 2: Medical conformism
It's a known fact that 99% of the Japanese are conformists. That allows those in the medical profession, including more than 54,000 bureaucrats in the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare to make believe the Japanese do not vary from an individual to another even in terms of susceptibility to specific diseases. As a result, now it is a common understanding across the nation that testing, diagnosis, treatment and prescription can, and should, all be standardized.
Soon after the man-made disaster at the Fukushima nuclear power plant of Tokyo Electric Power Company, I introduced to my audience a nonfiction writer named Takashi Hirose, who is still ardently working on the revelation of the untold facts about the far-reaching and profound effects of radioactive contamination resulting from the meltdown of the nuclear reactors. In the video embedded in my post, he talked about his previous experience having moonlighted as a translator. According to Hirose, he translated a lot of medical literature authored by American and German doctors. At that time he was stunned to know there is a huge difference between Japanese doctors and their Western counterparts in the way they deal with their patients. In stark contrast to Western 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. But the only thing Japanese quacks sometimes care about is allergy to anesthetic agents.
For my part, there are many inexplicable things I have noticed when looking at the Excel charts of my blood pressure. Firstly there are abnormally huge discrepancies between systolic readings and diastolic readings. I suspect this has something to do with my Parkinsonism because it's a known fact that the blood pressure of sufferers of Parkinson’s disease is far below average. Secondly, my blood pressure readings are too volatile to explain from the standard way of interpreting these figures. Thirdly, more often than not the readings are too uneven between the right and left wrists. The manual that came with my Citizen Digital Blood Pressure Monitor says discrepancies up to 10-15 mmHg are within the margin of error. But in my case, it often goes well beyond that level.
Thus far I have asked 4 physicians what they think underlies these irregularities. Dr. Shiono said, "I can't tell for sure, but give me some time; I'll try to find out the probable causes." That’s quite OK because no professional can tell everything offhand. But the other 3 invariably pretended they hadn’t heard my question and refused to take a close look at the graph. To these conformists, the official criteria for classifying blood pressure levels into 4 or 5 categories are everything. (The Japanese criteria are a little different from other countries'.)
Another evidence of Japan's medical conformism is the funny idea that EVERY Japanese MUST take 定期健診 (a regular physical checkup) basically on a yearly basis. The nationwide obsession with periodical checkup dates back to the 1930s when the testing was an absolute necessity at the army induction. It's amazing, however, to know the same mental and physical conformism still prevails here 67 years after the war defeat.
Reason 3: Arrogance on the part of doctors
These conformists in the medical profession are also extremely arrogant. Who do you think knows best about your body? Of course it’s none other than yourself who knows it much better than anyone else. This is even truer with me; I know my body inside out because I have lived with it in the last 27,898 days, or 669,552 hours. But this is the last thing that would cross the minds of Japanese doctors and even their customers.
That is why when you first visit a Japanese hospital as an outpatient, the receptionist never fails to tell you to fill out a standard form which they call 問診表 (a questionnaire for screening.) On several occasions in the past I have seen doctors in Switzerland, Australia and America, but I have never been asked to go through this pointless procedure, or never seen other outpatients told to do so.
Some 10 years ago, I experienced a sudden bleeding from the throat. I visited a reputable Tokyo hospital with a 3-page Word document which I had prepared beforehand to detail my entire chronology about the respiratory organs. But the receptionist pushed it aside and insisted I should fill out the standard, 1-page, multiple-choice questionnaire. I said, “What if I refuse to do so?" Her answer: “Perhaps we, too, refuse to give you treatment.” I had to comply, but I ticked “Yes,” for instance, on the question whether or not I was pregnant at that time. Afterward I had to sit around in the waiting room for a couple of hours. When it was my turn, believe it or not, the quack spared only a couple of minutes for this patient. During that time, he was single-mindedly keying my answers to the multiple-choice questions in his computer. Finally the bastard ordered me to have an X-ray and other tests, for which I waited another couple of hours. In this nation of dupes, the doc is the Almighty God. The problem, however, is that this god is always brain-dead.
Reason 4: National obsession with prolongation of purposeless lives
By the same token, their suckers are not allowed to have nonstandard attitudes toward their own lives. No matter whether you suffer an incurable disease, and no matter whether you don't really want to survive it at the cost of your own purpose of life, you have to follow whatever instruction the doc gives you.
Earlier this month, the government released very intriguing results of a survey, which said 23.4% of respondents had answered in the affirmative to this question: "Have you ever seriously considered suicide?" When it came to pollees in their 20s, an astounding 28.4% answered they had thought about killing themselves. This is yet another confirmation of the estimate by Yoshi Yamamoto, Director of the Mental Health Center of Yokohama. In his 2004 book titled Japan Unbound, John Nathan quoted him as saying, "Some 5 million Japanese are contemplating suicide at any given moment."
Unlike any other animal, people have their own reason to live on. When they lost the purpose to pursue, they never really want to survive. I don't necessarily think Japanese doctors should treat their patients like Dr. Kevorkian did. But at least, those in medical occupations should not take it for granted that prolongation of aimless lives is their mission. These days newspaper reports have it that one of the most prosperous industries in this terminally-ill nation is what they call "Poverty Business." The same can be said of "Death Business."
This is, however, not to say every Japanese is living a hopeless life. For one thing, the wife of the owner of a Tempura shop I visit every once in a while is a jazz singer. I don't know if she does genuine jazz, which is a rarity here, because I haven't heard her actually sing. A couple of years ago she collapsed because of a sudden brain hemorrhage. When she fell into a coma, the doctor said she would never recover consciousness again. But when it was about time her blood vessels would become gangrenous anytime soon, she suddenly came back to life. The presumed cause of the miracle: her husband, who is also an amateur jazz musician, let his beloved wife hear uninterrupted jazz from the CD player he placed at her bedside.
Once again, even in this nation of conformists, people's attitudes toward the life-or-death issue can largely vary from an individual to another. The ways doctors treat their patients should also vary accordingly.
Reason 5: Heavenly assumption (Gini Coefficient=0) applied in hell
Needless to say, affordability of medical costs on the part of patients also varies largely. In late-February, the bastard in the Imperial Palace complained he had a slight difficulty breathing. The Imperial Household Agency hastily took him to the prestigious hospital attached to Tokyo University where nation's first-rate doctors recommended surgery. Among the dozens of surgeons who were summoned to perform the cardiac operation, there was 神の手 (literally translated as a God's Hand) who no one but royal family members and big bosses of yakuza syndicates can afford to retain. Despite the fact Article 14 of the MacArthur Constitution says, "All of the people are equal under the law," the Emperor and his kin are all exempt from the mandatory health insurance. As a result, the unsubsidized cost for easing Emperor's respiration reportedly reached 5 million yen. But give me a break. The bastard along with his spouse and some of their servants stayed in gorgeous rooms like suites in a 5-star hotel for more than 2 weeks. So everyone knows the IHA was lying as usual; the total cost must have been well beyond 10 million.
Don't take me wrong, however. I don't think there's anything wrong with the extravagant spending because as usual stupid taxpayers willingly footed the bill. It's my fault, or my parents', that I came into existence in this imperial shithouse.
I find it totally unacceptable, nonetheless, that we commoners are also treated by quacks as if we were Emperors. The only difference is the fact that the average Japanese can't afford any more than 5-10% of the cost involved in the surgery by the God's Hand even when he suffers a much more serious illness. When it comes to my own solvency, it's way below average. When I was ambulanced into the emergency room, I had to pay an unsubsidized 25K yen which accounted for more than 10% of my monthly pension. In return, I got absolutely nothing because at that time the only thing I could think of was to find the right place and the right time to kill myself.
Actually my Reason No. 5 for staying out of the mandatory health insurance refers to the inequality in ROI. As I said, how much I can invest in my health care is not at issue here. What I find totally unacceptable is my return on investment which is always zero in the context of my pursuit of life. Unlike the Emperor, which is nothing but a worthless worm, I still have something to achieve before Grim Reaper claims my life. I just hope some of you will agree that my arithmetic makes sense.
These are the 5 important reasons I will stay out of the cartelized medicine until the last day of my life. · read more (85 words)