The $1,009 Billion Defeat
GEORGE W. BUSH WILL DESTROY THE WORLD. DON'T TAKE YOUR EYE OFF THAT BALL.
We are speaking here of the death of this Earth in less than 50 years. I don't think there is anything more important going on.
In the three ring circus of the human race, this is the center ring.
At this point the spirit of humankind's suicide, Mephistopheles--like the disguised Republican American Fascist Senator Joe Lieberman whispering into the ears of the powerful and ignorant--is whispering into the ears of all the powerful, stupid men who misrule this Earth.
"Power, power; money, money; pussy, pussy."
And the beat goes on, the consumers' drummers' beat that sets the pace of humankind's blind march toward extinction.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
"We are a nation of consumers, and there is nothing wrong with that," says a Discover Card ad on the Internet.
There is everything wrong with that.
Someplace between 1945 and 1957 Americans stopped being citizens and started being consumers. It became their function in life, their patriotic duty, to consume.
Today America needs more citizens and fewer consumers.
Buy less, think more, you Americans.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
Like a snake, mouth open wide and attempting to swallow a soccer ball,
Americans are consuming the world--leading to the death of the snake-America, of course, because snake-America cannot digest that ball.
Looking for a Japan story with which to begin my telling for the Japanese the true story of the founding of Japan by Tatoo-Amaterasu, God's Space Sailor extraordinary.
Probably most important to begin with would be "The Fuji Sama Story".
I first reached a point of understanding I was being spoken to--I call it my Helen Keller Moment--on January 1, 1963.
I had been spoken to for a long time before that, but that was the day the light turned on.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
It was the New Year holiday and a chum from UCLA days, a Japanese-American, had invited me down to Fukuoka for the New Year celebration in the home of his parents.
During the night of the New Year, December 31-January 1, I dreamed of Mt. Fuji; and the first thing my friend's mother said to me when I went down to breakfast was, "It is good luck to dream of Mt. Fuji on New Year's Night."
Ding. A speck of light; I knew to be happening what I had thought for some time was happening. I was being taught to read the Writing on the Wall of Life.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
When I was spoken to again a few months later, the conversation went this way: "We are going to let you write it." "Write what?" "The Obituary of the World."
That was in 1963. Flash forward to March 5, 1966, and a short time before that sad day.
I had left Japan in 1964, worked my way on a Norwegian freighter to Europe and done the young man's tour of England, Germany, France and Italy.
I had returned to the USA, and as usual found no spot for me. From at least the age of 15 I had had high blood pressure, and I could not pass physicals for jobs, and almost all jobs for college grads those days required physicals; nor could I join the military or the merchant marine, both of which tried.
So, after kicking that dead horse called American Opportunity much too long, I hopped another Norwegian freighter, got back to Japan, was offered my old job at the Mainichi Daily News, and took it with great happiness.
Then the fly in the ointment, a spoonful of tar in the barrel of honey, as the Russians say, I could not stay in Japan to work because I had entered as a merchant seaman and could not change my visa status unless I applied from another country.
So I worked the deck and stood the wheel watch on that beautiful Norwegian ship, loving every moment of it, from Japan to Australia to South Africa, and then the long 35-day haul to the East Coast of the USA.
I applied for and got a proper visa, flew back to Japan; and it was about February, 1966--and Fuji appeared in a dream again, this time in the form of my editor, nicknamed "Fuji".
Nothing special to the dream, Fuji was just bringing me work, news stories written in English by Japanese reporters, my job being to clean up any mistakes in language.
Then, on March 5, 1966, I was riding the commuter train from Kobe, where I lived, to Osaka, where I worked at the Mainichi, and I looked at a commercial jet just taking off and had the strangest, most unusual feeling it was about to crash.
No, it did not crash; but when I got to the newspaper office my editor, Fuji, told me of the crash of the BOAC plane into Mt. Fuji, killing 124 people.
The news had broken when I was on that commuter train.
Greek to you, perhaps, perhaps not, but to me, it was like a puzzle suddenly coming together. I knew that BOAC crash into Mt. Fuji was a very important event; and I knew I had been talked to about it for over three years before it took place.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
When you understand that one reason I went to Japan was to go to God's School of Life, consider that Fuji Sama story to be my first lesson, my "Dick and Jane" book's first page. One lesson, over three years long.
If the Japanese were allowed by the United States of America to read my work in freedom and in truthful knowledge of what America has done to me and what I have accomplished, that would be the first story I would tell them as I began the story of Tatoo-Amaterasu.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
We are speaking here of the death of this Earth in less than 50 years. I don't think there is anything more important going on.
In the three ring circus of the human race, this is the center ring.
At this point the spirit of humankind's suicide, Mephistopheles--like the disguised Republican American Fascist Senator Joe Lieberman whispering into the ears of the powerful and ignorant--is whispering into the ears of all the powerful, stupid men who misrule this Earth.
"Power, power; money, money; pussy, pussy."
And the beat goes on, the consumers' drummers' beat that sets the pace of humankind's blind march toward extinction.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
"We are a nation of consumers, and there is nothing wrong with that," says a Discover Card ad on the Internet.
There is everything wrong with that.
Someplace between 1945 and 1957 Americans stopped being citizens and started being consumers. It became their function in life, their patriotic duty, to consume.
Today America needs more citizens and fewer consumers.
Buy less, think more, you Americans.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
Like a snake, mouth open wide and attempting to swallow a soccer ball,
Americans are consuming the world--leading to the death of the snake-America, of course, because snake-America cannot digest that ball.
Looking for a Japan story with which to begin my telling for the Japanese the true story of the founding of Japan by Tatoo-Amaterasu, God's Space Sailor extraordinary.
Probably most important to begin with would be "The Fuji Sama Story".
I first reached a point of understanding I was being spoken to--I call it my Helen Keller Moment--on January 1, 1963.
I had been spoken to for a long time before that, but that was the day the light turned on.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
It was the New Year holiday and a chum from UCLA days, a Japanese-American, had invited me down to Fukuoka for the New Year celebration in the home of his parents.
During the night of the New Year, December 31-January 1, I dreamed of Mt. Fuji; and the first thing my friend's mother said to me when I went down to breakfast was, "It is good luck to dream of Mt. Fuji on New Year's Night."
Ding. A speck of light; I knew to be happening what I had thought for some time was happening. I was being taught to read the Writing on the Wall of Life.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
When I was spoken to again a few months later, the conversation went this way: "We are going to let you write it." "Write what?" "The Obituary of the World."
That was in 1963. Flash forward to March 5, 1966, and a short time before that sad day.
I had left Japan in 1964, worked my way on a Norwegian freighter to Europe and done the young man's tour of England, Germany, France and Italy.
I had returned to the USA, and as usual found no spot for me. From at least the age of 15 I had had high blood pressure, and I could not pass physicals for jobs, and almost all jobs for college grads those days required physicals; nor could I join the military or the merchant marine, both of which tried.
So, after kicking that dead horse called American Opportunity much too long, I hopped another Norwegian freighter, got back to Japan, was offered my old job at the Mainichi Daily News, and took it with great happiness.
Then the fly in the ointment, a spoonful of tar in the barrel of honey, as the Russians say, I could not stay in Japan to work because I had entered as a merchant seaman and could not change my visa status unless I applied from another country.
So I worked the deck and stood the wheel watch on that beautiful Norwegian ship, loving every moment of it, from Japan to Australia to South Africa, and then the long 35-day haul to the East Coast of the USA.
I applied for and got a proper visa, flew back to Japan; and it was about February, 1966--and Fuji appeared in a dream again, this time in the form of my editor, nicknamed "Fuji".
Nothing special to the dream, Fuji was just bringing me work, news stories written in English by Japanese reporters, my job being to clean up any mistakes in language.
Then, on March 5, 1966, I was riding the commuter train from Kobe, where I lived, to Osaka, where I worked at the Mainichi, and I looked at a commercial jet just taking off and had the strangest, most unusual feeling it was about to crash.
No, it did not crash; but when I got to the newspaper office my editor, Fuji, told me of the crash of the BOAC plane into Mt. Fuji, killing 124 people.
The news had broken when I was on that commuter train.
Greek to you, perhaps, perhaps not, but to me, it was like a puzzle suddenly coming together. I knew that BOAC crash into Mt. Fuji was a very important event; and I knew I had been talked to about it for over three years before it took place.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
When you understand that one reason I went to Japan was to go to God's School of Life, consider that Fuji Sama story to be my first lesson, my "Dick and Jane" book's first page. One lesson, over three years long.
If the Japanese were allowed by the United States of America to read my work in freedom and in truthful knowledge of what America has done to me and what I have accomplished, that would be the first story I would tell them as I began the story of Tatoo-Amaterasu.
George W. Bush will destroy the world. Don't take your eye off that ball.
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