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Muscles that facilitate creative use of untapped intelligence


A heavily intoxicated man always insists he is as sober as a judge. And a psychopath, almost by definition, doesn't doubt his sanity for a split second. Likewise, one who suffers the mental illness that I call premature senility never admits he is just shuffling information purely on an ear-to-mouth basis.
       - From my own post dated September 23

LEFT: Wandering around aimlessly in the sate of near-fugue
CENTER: Karuta is believed to have a magical power
RIGHT: Feeling cured by the Karuta therapy

These days religious cults are pervasive on both sides of the Pacific, and in the rest of the world, perhaps to a lesser degree. Given this climate, it can't really be helped if most of you belong to one or two of them, or even more. Yet it's regrettable that you are strongly discouraged, if not prohibited, by your guru(s) from using your own brain.

Aside from the likes of Alef, formerly known as Aum Supreme Truth (Japanese version of Peoples Temple,) there are a wide range of cults subtly legitimized under the guise of harmless groups. They include the Tennoist cult at the top of this pseudo-secular nation, the powerful Soka Gakkai, innumerable "Buddhist" sects, and the truth-seeking cabal headed by a disguised conspirator named Benjamin Fulford - if you exclude those technology-driven cults such as Apple, Google and Microsoft.

For most of my adulthood, I've struggled to distance myself from these fanatics as much as practicably possible, but often to no avail. How should I have dealt with the situation when I found out my ex-wife, her parents and siblings had all become avid believers in the poisonous superstition Soka Gakkai kept spreading as it's still doing today, and were constantly trying to proselytize my biological sons who were still in their formative years?

A conversation I had with one of these cultists typically went like this:

Cultist:  "Listen, we have the supreme truth with us."
Me:        "Show me the evidence?"
Cultist:  "As you can see in this booklet, the famous Mr. So-
            and-So endorses our belief." (These days I would be
            shown a website, instead.)
Me:        "Just because someone endorses it doesn't make it evidence."
Cultist:  "Don't be silly. It's not only him. There are thousands
             and thousands of respectable people behind us."
Me:         "If you accumulate tons of fake evidence, that doesn't
             make it authentic."
Cultist:   "You are an impossible nutter. Pity for your kids."

Actually it's a pity for me, too. Now it seems to me we are all granted the inviolable right to BELIEVE in whatever we want to believe. The only thing prohibited to us is to THINK.

As I've said many times before, these cultists are NOT psychos. Neither are they indoctrinated by psychos. They have brainwashed THEMSELVES by strictly avoiding the use of their own brains.

For an amputee it's not totally impossible to overcome his handicap if he has the courage to face up to the fact that he is one-legged, or legless. But when it comes to a person whose ability for creative thinking has been amputated, that's it: he will never realize he has a serious problem inside.

As I explained in my post dealing with the issue of premature senility, it's the lack of creative mind that causes dementia, either senile or juvenile. It can never be the other way around. So it's turning the causal relationship upside down to say the disease disables your ability to think creatively. And you can't cure a disease without knowing its cause.

To make the issue even more complicated, it always takes two or more, to be creative. This makes dementia a highly infectious disease.

So if there is a cure for the mental illness, the key to finding it is to know how to build a creative relationship with someone or something.

According to a report released earlier this year by Japan's National Police Agency, within recent 12 months, 10,322 sufferers of Ninchisho (dementia) went missing in the state of fugue, i.e. dissociative amnesia, formerly called psychogenic amnesia. (They never distinguish amnesia from dementia.)

Needless to say, this is a gross understatement. What if a missing person had been living alone, or the spouse failed to report the incident to the police because he or she was also afflicted with the same illness? And equally important, what if the missing person was under the age of 65? In this country tailed shrinks take it for granted there's no such thing as the mental illness that I call "juvenile dementia."

These days self-proclaimed experts in psychiatry, who are all suffering the same disease themselves, say there are proven ways to prevent the elderly from wandering about aimlessly. According to them, one of the most promising methods is what they call the Karuta therapy.

Essentially Karuta is a game about word associations that can be shared by everyone. But how can it cure these people who have chosen to escape from everyday associations into a dissociative world? Since dissociating the established link is the first step toward redefining themselves, it must have serious adverse effects to bring them back in the middle of their journey. Maybe they will find all by themselves a new identity with which to become re-associated with the society if these dregs of humanity such as social workers, shrinks and cops let them remain missing.

Rikki Naito, Japan's super-
featherweight champion
On one of the early days of this past summer, I was introduced to a young guy named Rikki Naito by the wife of the owner of a small eatery I frequent. When he came in with his lanky friend, I said to myself: "I'm lucky to have almost finished my dinner just in time. Otherwise I would have to eat with a lot of disturbance from these Sumaho-addicted punks."

Then I noticed a peculiar thing: they didn't carry Sumaho or any other mobile device.

The next thing that astonished me was Naito's way to respond to me when I said, "So you are Japan's super-featherweight champion." He stood up and answered very politely but briskly: "Yes, I'm Rikki Naito, current titleholder in that class." He added: "But it's a long way to go until I make it to the world." Although he sounded very modest, Naito looked quite confident about his pursuit.

He stayed upright until I left the shop after the exchange of some more words.

As soon as I came home, I quickly studied his profile on the web because it was a pleasant surprise to have encountered such a guy after writing off almost all male Japanese including my prematurely grown-up sons.

From the video embedded at the bottom of this post, I learned many interesting things about and from the up-and-coming fighter. Among other things, I thought I found in his sportsman-like attitude the missing link I was looking for, for many years.

Sportsmanship, i.e. manliness, consists of four closely interconnected attributes.

Unfettered spontaneity

I don't remember exactly where German philosopher and psychiatrist Karl Jaspers inserted this parable, but it goes something like this:

The director of the mental hospital is known for his fatherly compassion toward the inmates. One day when he strolled around the garden, he spotted an inpatient casting a fishing line into the swimming pool. The director stopped by the patient. Smiling knowingly, he said, "What kind of fish do you catch here?" The madman replied: "Don't be silly, doc. You can't catch any fish in a swimming pool."

My interpretation of the allegory is that when a man does a thing just out of spontaneity, he doesn't know, or even doesn't need to know, the reason why he is doing what he is doing. Since nobody or nothing has forced anything on him, he's fully committed to it without showing the slightest sign of cynicism.

Acceptance of the rules of the game

Once you have chosen the game to play on your own, you are ready not only to adhere to the rules but also to accept anything given there. It's out of the question to complain about them.

As a matter of fact, most people have a pathological fixation to the past which prevents them from looking to the future. As a result, they untiringly lament over the given condition as if it weren't their own choice.

It's a different story, if you were forced to choose the game. For instance you tend to cry out against widespread contamination of sports with commercialism, nationalism and performance-enhancing substances. But there's no point in doing so if you aren't really in love with sports in the first place.

I do often talk about the history and status quo of Okinawa. But not once have I made such a stupid remark like the injustice in the colonized islands should be ended. It's my own problem, no one else's.

Unwavering resolve to excel

The first thing a committed person will do is to identify his shortcomings because only by overcoming his weak spots, he can possibly outdo others. This is the only way to pursue professionalism.

An effete person, who I'm inclined to call an eunuch, doesn't have an aspiration to excel. He is too lazy and inert, mentally rather than physically, to work hard to outperform his opponent. In our chattering classes, too, there are so many ill-disciplined people who habitually avoid mental exercise. Their soul has withered from the beginning. As a result, their "brain muscles," as well, quickly wither.

An old adage goes: "Age may wrinkle your face, but lack of enthusiasm wrinkles your soul."

Respect for others

It's quite natural that one who does his best to excel in his game knows other people who do the same, including the loser, deserve his respect. As you can see in the video, Rikki Naito's respect goes to his father more than anyone else.

You think sportsmanship is a cousin of Bushido, samurai's chivalry. But it's the farthest thing from it. With sportsmanship, everything starts from spontaneity.

The unPC part of IQ scale

Until I became acquainted with Rikki Naito, I simply thought one's creative attitude hinges solely on his intelligence quotient.

Actually one of the young, bright ladies I was associated with was a great conversationalist, She could express her thoughts and feelings much more clearly and effectively than I.

At one time, I asked her if she'd ever had her IQ measured. She confided that when she was attending the kindergarten in the Chinatown, she was put on the watch list as an enfant terrible because her IQ was measured somewhere over 150.

She wasn't an obnoxious genius type. Far from it. On the contrary she was one of the most pleasant and outgoing personalities I've ever met. Obviously she was a rare exception.

Thanks to the young boxer, now it flashed on me for the first time that manliness, or womanliness for that matter, matters as much as intellectual faculty. Even if your IQ is extraordinarily high, your intelligence is a wasted treasure unless you strive to leverage it.

I don't know for sure the opposite can be true, too. But the most important point here is that as is true with a physically handicapped person, one whose IQ is on the low side can avail himself of one artificial gadget or another, if he has a strong will to overcome the disadvantage.

By now I'm more or less prepared for the final departure from all this ado about nothing, or to be more precise, something yet to be known. Now my only concern is how to keep my mind unclouded so I can witness the not-so-great moment myself. The only thing I wouldn't tolerate is if I'm going to survive my alertness.

In that respect the major source of concern for me is the fact that my IQ, which couldn't have been any higher than 100 from the beginning, now seems to be coming down further. For one thing, the self-analysis of my throughput time indicates my mental agility has slowed down and is still decelerating very quickly.

In the last nine months since the beginning of the year, I wrote an estimated 60,000 words for this blog. On the surface I seemed to be on the prolific side. But productivity-wise my performance in the same period is way below standard when taking into account the facts that I could only upload 12 posts where a combined 23,000 words were actually used, and that for this much of output, I spent a disproportionate amount of time. Certainly this is the bad news.

But the good news is the fact that there's ample room to improve my creativity. According to my throughput analysis, the total time worked roughly broke down into 10% for actual writing on the blog editor, another 10% for research. and 80% for thinking.

Now that I've learned from the well-mannered young guy what real sportsmanship is like. If I try hard to fully exploit my not-so-high intelligence, I should be able to make up for the slowdown on the part of my eyes and fingers. And only that way I can repay what I owe these young Japanese.

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Opting out of the cartelized medicine in Japan

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)