Society, Part 11
The $591 Billion Defeat
Jews Jaws One Up
Shark America Nine Down
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Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Society (11)
Today's code is "83rd Day, Last Year".
It looks like the United States of America is about to be hurt very badly; this is because it is about to do something incredibly, openly, evil.
Other than that, it is a slow news day, so let's return to Tea's examination of The Not-Forgetting Society, the secret organization of both living and dead Japanese, and how he comes to understand the Society plans to explode two nuclear devices in the hated United States of America.
Society, Part 11
Out of the swirl of Tea's thoughts Tea picked up Matsushita's words.
"Tea-san, as you are in the process of guessing, both of these ladies are members of the Society. We are not many, but we are dedicated and intelligent, and we are generally accomplished at the language of our enemies, American English.
The word "enemies" came in hard; but of course, these were mortal and post-mortal enemies of the United States of America; so Tea should get a little more sophisticated; and not worry so much about being hated.
There was a strange displacement in Time within this conversation; Matsuhita was speaking from 1943, when Tea was three and he was 23; Matsushita's spirit was the spirit of that time; that was Tea's relative softness; hard war had gone to soft peace.
Then splash Tea became aware again of the Not-Forgetting Society's plan to atom bomb the USA.
"Why an I here?", Tea asked Matsushita, both of them still chin high in hot water; "why am I being shown secret military intentions against my country..."..
"Be patient, Tea-san, as I must be. A lot of us are asking the same question; what are you doing here?
"Among the living in our organization the vote was 100 percent against inviting you here. Among the dead, however, the vote went the other way, though not a hundred percent.
"For some reason our dead members find you interesting. They see things we do not see. They say you are one of a kind; that you are a puzzle to them.
"We living members, except for Atsuko here, don't see much in you; and why she does we don't know, but she had never heard of you before the party.
(Really?, Tea wondered, what here wasn't staged so why not Atsuko being staged, too; but he liked her, he liked that rainbow nose and that tongue that tasted like green tea, so he was ready to ride the game, true or not; if for no other reason than to taste that tongue again.
"Please excuse me, Tea-san, for putting such honest cards on the table, but to us accept for some linguistic capabilities and your friendship with Praying Mantis you seem to us to be at typical American who smokes too much, drinks to much, and is always chasing after our Japanese women.
"I'm sorry to say what I am going to say because I do not trust you, for reasons we do not know our dead have decided to reveal one of our most secret secrets to you."
"Military?"
"Yes, but more; love and contact between the military dead and the military living"; then, his drunken mind going slower than his blabbing tongue, he spewed out hatred, thus spilling the beans.
"You dam Mericans," said Matasushita momentarily losing his diction, "Do you really think military action ended when your country stripped us of our uniforms? Do you think "I Surrender" means "The End"?
Drunk now, and freed from the rules of politeness by the fact of being drunk, Matsushita was pouring out anger at Tea.
What were you then? Five years old? Six? Do you realize I was an officer and a gentleman while you were still messing your pants.
(It was in every culture, superiority based on toilet training date. When you were messing your pants I was fighting krauts; and somewhere in Germany, when you were messing your pants I was fighting Americans.)
Tea preferred to let drunks talk. It was always the same, but sometimes things were revealed. Matsushita might now be proposing the age old argument that he was superior in experience because he was born first.; but he might let something slip he shouldn't, and that's why newsman Tea was there.
"We living members of the Society don't like you in the least, Tea-san..."
"Yes (you drunken old fart) you said that before."
Matsushita continued as if Tea had not spoken; he was now following the drunkards' script; but his eyes betrayed his anger at Tea having telepathically called him a drunken old fart.
"My driver and my bodyguard would have preferred to have killed you last night, as would most of our veterans at the party; they hate ketto like you..."
"Kenji!", Tazuko interrupted with a scolding voice. The word ketto was like the word nigger, only ketto could say it without insult; and very few ketto knew it. Though a very rude word, the meaning of ketto was only "hairy person".
"Sorry, Thank you, Tazuko-san
Turning to Tea, Matsushita apologized. "I am sorry, Tea-san, but it is a profound hatred we feel for your country and you people."
Then, "To answer your question, Tea-san, you are here because Praying Mantis asked that we invite you here. Why this breach in security? We don't know. We expect to learn that today."
"And Atsuko?", Tea asked, looking to her for some understanding. He felt her thigh touch his under the water.
"For the life of me, Tea-san, I do not understand Atsuko's behavior. She has always hated foreign men like you, bulls in our beautiful Japanese china shop as it were; but no, she was not obliged to be your party favor, as you are at this moment wondering.
The door to the bath slid open and two maids came in each bearing a tray with ten sake' containers on it The bowed deeply from the waist.
Saved by the belles!", exclaimed Matsushita, smugly proud again of his play on English words, but beyond that, for him to have spoken so heatedly to a guest was poor form, and he was anxious to smooth the atmosphere.
As for Tea, he knew he was hated here and he appreciated the honesty.
Tea, on his part, was needing to readjust his theories about The Not-Forgetting Society. He had expected the Society to be just another galactic of the dead--in this case with the living involved--that is, he was suspecting just another Land of the Dead military society; but suddenly coming face to face with talk of killing Americans because they hate them, with talk of military secrets, with the growing awareness that somehow The Not-Forgetting Society had as least two nuclear devices and were on the verge of using them in revenge for Hiroshima and Nagasaki required a big readjustment of Tea's theory.
His newsman's brain was wanting to get to a telephone and yell, "Stop the presses!" His spy's brain was reminding him he was surrounded by hostile Japs living 25 years out of synch with the world
The maids set the trays down within arm's reach of the tub, and bowed and departed. Mtsushita passed cups around. He poured first for the two women, then for Tea. Tea followed custom and took the little container from Matsushita and poured for him.
"Kampai!", toasted the four, still siting neck deep in the hot water, easily emptying the tiny cups. Tea then poured a second round, Matsushita taking the flask back to pour for Tea, then setting it back on the tray and taking another.
Matsushita's mood changed rapidly with the intake of sake' He quickly turned the conversation back to the subject of the seance.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 83rd day of its last year.
Jews Jaws One Up
Shark America Nine Down
Number of Earthquakes in the Past Seven Days: 199
Virgil's Cell Phone Number: (530) 276-4923
Expect a Disastrous Earthquake on December 26, 2008
George W. Bush Will Destroy the World
Looking for the Peru-Chile God Event
Today: Tactics of the Smallville Battle: The Secret Story, Society (11)
Today's code is "83rd Day, Last Year".
It looks like the United States of America is about to be hurt very badly; this is because it is about to do something incredibly, openly, evil.
Other than that, it is a slow news day, so let's return to Tea's examination of The Not-Forgetting Society, the secret organization of both living and dead Japanese, and how he comes to understand the Society plans to explode two nuclear devices in the hated United States of America.
Society, Part 11
Out of the swirl of Tea's thoughts Tea picked up Matsushita's words.
"Tea-san, as you are in the process of guessing, both of these ladies are members of the Society. We are not many, but we are dedicated and intelligent, and we are generally accomplished at the language of our enemies, American English.
The word "enemies" came in hard; but of course, these were mortal and post-mortal enemies of the United States of America; so Tea should get a little more sophisticated; and not worry so much about being hated.
There was a strange displacement in Time within this conversation; Matsuhita was speaking from 1943, when Tea was three and he was 23; Matsushita's spirit was the spirit of that time; that was Tea's relative softness; hard war had gone to soft peace.
Then splash Tea became aware again of the Not-Forgetting Society's plan to atom bomb the USA.
"Why an I here?", Tea asked Matsushita, both of them still chin high in hot water; "why am I being shown secret military intentions against my country..."..
"Be patient, Tea-san, as I must be. A lot of us are asking the same question; what are you doing here?
"Among the living in our organization the vote was 100 percent against inviting you here. Among the dead, however, the vote went the other way, though not a hundred percent.
"For some reason our dead members find you interesting. They see things we do not see. They say you are one of a kind; that you are a puzzle to them.
"We living members, except for Atsuko here, don't see much in you; and why she does we don't know, but she had never heard of you before the party.
(Really?, Tea wondered, what here wasn't staged so why not Atsuko being staged, too; but he liked her, he liked that rainbow nose and that tongue that tasted like green tea, so he was ready to ride the game, true or not; if for no other reason than to taste that tongue again.
"Please excuse me, Tea-san, for putting such honest cards on the table, but to us accept for some linguistic capabilities and your friendship with Praying Mantis you seem to us to be at typical American who smokes too much, drinks to much, and is always chasing after our Japanese women.
"I'm sorry to say what I am going to say because I do not trust you, for reasons we do not know our dead have decided to reveal one of our most secret secrets to you."
"Military?"
"Yes, but more; love and contact between the military dead and the military living"; then, his drunken mind going slower than his blabbing tongue, he spewed out hatred, thus spilling the beans.
"You dam Mericans," said Matasushita momentarily losing his diction, "Do you really think military action ended when your country stripped us of our uniforms? Do you think "I Surrender" means "The End"?
Drunk now, and freed from the rules of politeness by the fact of being drunk, Matsushita was pouring out anger at Tea.
What were you then? Five years old? Six? Do you realize I was an officer and a gentleman while you were still messing your pants.
(It was in every culture, superiority based on toilet training date. When you were messing your pants I was fighting krauts; and somewhere in Germany, when you were messing your pants I was fighting Americans.)
Tea preferred to let drunks talk. It was always the same, but sometimes things were revealed. Matsushita might now be proposing the age old argument that he was superior in experience because he was born first.; but he might let something slip he shouldn't, and that's why newsman Tea was there.
"We living members of the Society don't like you in the least, Tea-san..."
"Yes (you drunken old fart) you said that before."
Matsushita continued as if Tea had not spoken; he was now following the drunkards' script; but his eyes betrayed his anger at Tea having telepathically called him a drunken old fart.
"My driver and my bodyguard would have preferred to have killed you last night, as would most of our veterans at the party; they hate ketto like you..."
"Kenji!", Tazuko interrupted with a scolding voice. The word ketto was like the word nigger, only ketto could say it without insult; and very few ketto knew it. Though a very rude word, the meaning of ketto was only "hairy person".
"Sorry, Thank you, Tazuko-san
Turning to Tea, Matsushita apologized. "I am sorry, Tea-san, but it is a profound hatred we feel for your country and you people."
Then, "To answer your question, Tea-san, you are here because Praying Mantis asked that we invite you here. Why this breach in security? We don't know. We expect to learn that today."
"And Atsuko?", Tea asked, looking to her for some understanding. He felt her thigh touch his under the water.
"For the life of me, Tea-san, I do not understand Atsuko's behavior. She has always hated foreign men like you, bulls in our beautiful Japanese china shop as it were; but no, she was not obliged to be your party favor, as you are at this moment wondering.
The door to the bath slid open and two maids came in each bearing a tray with ten sake' containers on it The bowed deeply from the waist.
Saved by the belles!", exclaimed Matsushita, smugly proud again of his play on English words, but beyond that, for him to have spoken so heatedly to a guest was poor form, and he was anxious to smooth the atmosphere.
As for Tea, he knew he was hated here and he appreciated the honesty.
Tea, on his part, was needing to readjust his theories about The Not-Forgetting Society. He had expected the Society to be just another galactic of the dead--in this case with the living involved--that is, he was suspecting just another Land of the Dead military society; but suddenly coming face to face with talk of killing Americans because they hate them, with talk of military secrets, with the growing awareness that somehow The Not-Forgetting Society had as least two nuclear devices and were on the verge of using them in revenge for Hiroshima and Nagasaki required a big readjustment of Tea's theory.
His newsman's brain was wanting to get to a telephone and yell, "Stop the presses!" His spy's brain was reminding him he was surrounded by hostile Japs living 25 years out of synch with the world
The maids set the trays down within arm's reach of the tub, and bowed and departed. Mtsushita passed cups around. He poured first for the two women, then for Tea. Tea followed custom and took the little container from Matsushita and poured for him.
"Kampai!", toasted the four, still siting neck deep in the hot water, easily emptying the tiny cups. Tea then poured a second round, Matsushita taking the flask back to pour for Tea, then setting it back on the tray and taking another.
Matsushita's mood changed rapidly with the intake of sake' He quickly turned the conversation back to the subject of the seance.
(To Be Continued)
Meanwhile, the USA, unaware it was about to eat the fire, passed through the 83rd day of its last year.
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