Meat Between the Ears

I was "plum tuckered out" all day yet again, thanks to Methamphetamine Meathead. Sadly, I will only call him Meathead now because he is definitely not "tweaking" on any drug. He's a victim of sloth. No, I don't want to label him a victim either because he chose his destiny.

So, Meathead was up until 3am this morning doing who-knows-what up on the second floor in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Whatever he was doing ended up producing a lot of noise. His widescreen LCD tube was also blaring away. That's the third night in a row so far. Oddly, he was up by 7am, watching the tube. He spends every waking moment watching the tube (and possibly napping). Meathead is gone for a few hours during the day. Most likely he visits his parents in Aina Haina. Since he neither cooks or does his laundry chores at Slob Manor, I assume that his parents cook and perform the laundry chores for him. Mind you, the guy is around my age. Thus, Meathead has absolutely nothing to do. He leads a pampered life. His only exercise is when he walks downstairs to take his mangy dog outside. I suppose that stomping around back and forth (i.e., psychomotor agitation) on the second floor could be loosely interpreted as exercise.

Meathead has a lot of money and nothing to do. He doesn't clean his living space. Nor is personal hygiene one of his strong points. With a life of complete leisure, he must be driving himself crazy. He apparently eats well because he's a fat slob. However, excess calories that are stored by the body need to be burned off. That's why Meathead can't go sleep at a decent hour. That's also why he doesn't sleep for very long. His body is urging him to move his fat ass and work off some of that blubber. Poor Meathead!

Groggy or not, the ol' lavahead always fulfills his urban nomad itinerary. Being so tired, I was barely conscious of anything. I basically functioned under "automatic pilot." Thus, there is absolutely nothing to report.

I am finally getting around to taking care of all of my personal business. Tax returns are done and filed. I mailed my registration fee for my Nissan® Frontier truck yesterday. So, as of tonight, I will be sifting through my useless possessions in order to prepare for the final pruning. If anything needs to be sold, I will initially attempt to facilitate the process through word of mouth.

I have also been checking the rental listings for another hovel. Not too good. Rents have gone way up. I'm almost better off if I move back into the detestable "condotel" unit. Now I understand why there are so many homeless people. Sheesh!

Plum Tuckered Out (Again)

I was not able to sleep last night. Rather than simply lie in my squalid bed in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I powered up my trusty Acer® Aspire One netbook. The putz upstairs, Methamphetamine Meathead, was up late as well, although I won't cast the blame upon him. I could hear his huge widescreen LCD tube blaring away. He was also stomping around a lot for no particular reason. He's still a dickhead regardless. Needless to say, I was groggy all day.

At the library, I completed reading the book, "Armageddon Science: The Science of Mass Destruction," by Brian Clegg. A very interesting and highly recommended book.

A very timely article appeared on the USA Today site which revealed truthful figures about actual unemployment across the empire:

Only 45.4% of Americans had jobs in 2010, the lowest rate since 1983 and down from a peak of 49.3% in 2000. Last year, just 66.8% of men had jobs, the lowest on record.

The [deleted] site published an article titled, "Masses of US workers apply for low-wage jobs at McDonalds," that is also worth perusing.

On a side note, the new BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computers are supposedly on sale today. It uses the QNX® operating system. The PlayBook® looks promising, but it seems to have been released way too early. Costly, smaller screen, but probably a better alternative to Android® "Honeycomb." And, the PlayBook includes a customized version of Documents To Go®, so a real word processor and spreadsheet are there right out of the box.

There's been no coverage about the Fukushima meltdown. The only "public relations" nonsense that has been released is that there's some kind of six-month plan to bring all of the Daiichi reactors to cold shutdown. Out of sight, out of mind. And, fish will apparently not be tested for radiation because they are "safe." I am beginning to wonder if the Fukushima meltdown really happened. Or, was I having senile "flashbacks" of the old movie, "The China Syndrome"?

Post No. 1,814

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. My Panda Express® fortune cookie's prediction: "A romantic mystery will add interest to your life." Is the hottie gym trainer going to come around? Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

As of late, I have only been skimming any news stories that I come across. Most of the material is so nauseating anyway. I really don't understand why humans love to inflict so much pain on each other. I am really at loss to describe the phenomenon in terms of the "inner animal" because other animals don't emulate nefarious human behavior. Even on a personal level, I don't understand why we treat each other so bad and with so little respect.

My dream is to escape from the madness, what I call the exodus. I want to move to an undisclosed location in relative isolation. I would like my dealings with people to be minimized almost to the point of non-existence. Yeah, just me, my computers, and my vast hurdy-gurdy video library. Alas, it's still just a dream.

I've been looking around at my useless possessions lately. Yeah, I know that I always complain about the crap. However, I simply cannot believe how much there is, mostly consumables. Stuff like eyeglass lens cleaner, dandruff shampoo, cold & flu elixir, toothpaste, dental floss, body wash, moisturizing lotion, foam earplugs, toothbrushes, not to mention the small little appliances and their individual AC adapters. Can I live without my electric razor or my Waterpik®? I am certainly unprepared to become homeless.

The tablet computer craze is probably not going to affect the oversized cranium after all. I just can't seem to figure out how it can replace any kind of computer, even the lowly netbook. The applications that run in tablet computers are just crappy, perhaps one small step above the "apps" in "smartphones." Tablet computers could probably do more, but they are seriously hampered by the touch interface as well. So, I will simply have to face the fact that I must optimize my Acer® Aspire One netbook for the time being. Thus, I am no longer certain whether I can remain loyal to Kubuntu.

Of course, if I could discontinue the "blog" and divest my vast hurdy-gurdy library, then I would function just fine with a tablet computer. Really, should the "blog" be done away with? Then, I would have no need for "content creation." Rather than sit in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) every night and be forced to listen to Methamphetamine Meathead stomp around incessantly upstairs, I could hang out at Kahala Mall in the evening like I used to. Oh, those were the days!

Plum Tuckered Out

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday was blessed by an extended perusal of the symbolically unattainable hottie gym trainer at the gym. Whew! Baby was looking hot. Otherwise, same ol' shit. What else is new?

Typical "Emergency Brewski" Hotties

Well, I shared a wealth of useless knowledge and prognostications in the past few days. I am "plum tuckered out" from all that thinking. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! So, let's take a break now, shall we? Perhaps I should break out one of my emergency brewskis just for the hell of it. Too bad that I don't have any "emergency brewski" hotties to keep me company, eh?

Acer® A500 Iconia Tablet

On a side note, the new Acer® Iconia tablet computer officially goes on sale at Best Buy® in one week. Am I ready to acquire one? Should I be the proud owner of three useless computers? Or, shouldn't I be attempting to wean myself from the damned computer instead? Oh, the banality of it all.

The Queue

The dots, three dashes, three dots. SOS. Do I need help? No, just the same ol' shit. I ran into Ann at the library. We only chatted briefly. She seemed to be a little less stressed out. I haven't seen my homeless buddy in a couple of days. A few days ago, he mentioned that he's been hanging out at the Kaimuki branch of the library as well.

My leg injury is just about healed. There's still a little pain where the muscle tear occurred. I am, however, weaning myself of the bandage this weekend, hopefully. It's been over a month already. The senior citizen body just doesn't heal as quick as it used to.

"Is he gay?" That's what Alan asked me a few days ago concerning Methamphetamine Meathead. As further proof, Alan added, "He named his dog 'Sweetness.'" I assured Alan that Meathead is not gay, although he does have some odd mannerisms. The reason that he's residing at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is that he broke up with babe of 29 years. Meathead doesn't really bother me anymore. The whole world is full of dickheads. Heck, I may even refer to Meathead by his real name again someday.

I neglected to mention that Meathead's lair is a complete mess. There are boxes stacked up everywhere. There's crap draped over every inch of his expensive new furniture. In fact, I couldn't even see the furniture. The second floor common area invoked the imagery of hoarding nightmare stories. What's worse is that Meathead brings in more boxes of crap daily. The landlord was with me when I was upstairs attempting to troubleshoot the Net problems a week ago. I was surprised that the landlord didn't say anything about the mess. When the Indian guy was still here, the landlord was always complaining about how messy he was. Believe me, the Indian guy would receive the Good Housekeeping® Seal of Approval in comparison to Meathead. Sheesh!

Yesterday, I discussed the pseudo-collapse of the empire and how it will affect the peasantry. However, I believe that there are far greater problems facing all of humanity. Even Peak Oil may be trumped by global climate change and pollution. Severe changes in weather patterns, rising sea levels, industrial pollution, and unnatural disasters (e.g., Fukushima meltdown) will be our undoing. Ultimately, food and fresh water supplies will dwindle as a result. We are on a collision course with extinction mainly because the moneychangers and powers-that be are too fixated on money and profits. We can no longer respond properly to natural and unnatural disasters. In a control system model, the latter would be considered a positive feedback loop. There are many other positive feedback loops in the "system" now. Therefore, there is no way to restore stability. A really good example is the empire's current financial mess.

We are experiencing the secular Apocalypse. I don't think that the status quo can be maintained for much longer than another ten years, if even that. The computer simulation models for Peak Oil, global climate change, and global economics are too conservative. They do not include and cannot anticipate any positive feedback loops. The destruction is occurring at a far greater rate.

I am sure that there are many people who will vehemently disagree with me, but I don't much care anymore. I have already discovered that the real truth is elusive. I no longer go on "reality shopping" binges to find answers that I want to hear. I make my own judgments based upon the facts at hand, often scientific, as well as my own empirical observations. I am also keenly aware that the religion of pseudo-science often twists the truth for its own benefit or profit. Confusion, augmented by distractions, is what keeps the rank-and-file peons in line.

In the meantime, without a strategic plan, I continue to waste precious time. I follow the urban nomad routine. I fret about my finances and other ridiculous issues. I continue to download hurdy-gurdy files. I ponder endlessly about whether to divest all of my computers and rely entirely upon a questionable tablet computer. I wait eternally to divest all of my useless possessions that have been in the queue for as long as I can remember. On and on it goes. I have been ready for the exodus for a long time, but I cannot make the final push until the correct sequence of events occurs first.

Writing on the Wall

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Yummy's Korean BBQ. Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Stupidity runs rampant. Yesterday, I neglected to mention that I had a run-in with a haole asswipe on the bus. He had some kind of attitude problem when he sat next to me. He kept bumping into me with his arm. I "advised" him to stop. He wanted both of us to alight at the next bus stop to settle our difference. Apparently, the skinny wimp thought that he could "kick my ass." I'm thinking of taking up his offer the next time I see him. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

The two morons who caused traffic to back up almost over the entire island are further examples of stupidity-at-large. One is in jail. The other is a cadaver lying on a slab at the local morgue. Dumb and dumber. The latest wrap-up of the pathetic saga was covered by the Star-Advertiser. Did the two fools set out early yesterday morning with even a minor inkling that they may not see tomorrow? How stupid is that?

Stupidity, of course, can be extrapolated across all of humanity. However, in the empire, stupidity reigns supreme. Most of the fools cannot even detect the trend that is occurring. The ridiculous "good cop, bad cop" theater is converging on one plot. I've already discussed my prognostications in the "blog" many moons ago. Now, they are coming true.

The upward flow of wealth is intentional. The velocity has increased to the point that it can no longer be reversed. The poor will get poorer. The middle class will disappear with most of its witless members being sucked into eternal poverty. Well, what about the fact that 75 percent of the empire's GDP is consumption? What about it? The upper class now has so much personal disposable wealth that they plan to engage in extreme consumption. They will spend more than enough to float the GDP. The poor will no longer figure into the "big picture." They are not needed. Why do you think that the empire's faux government is attempting to expedite the eradication of all social and entitlement programs?

We keep hearing the same tiresome lamentations of various gasbags, all of them warning that the empire cannot continue to fund numerous imperial wars, ignore unemployment, and not increase its spending even though the "deficit" is enormous. The empire will continue to do so because "globalization" has made it all possible. The rank-and-file peon is expendable. In the end, we can expect the entire empire to run just as it is now with only the active participation of the top 25 percent of the wealthiest asswipes. The rest could be homeless, incarcerated, conscripted, or be part of the "Great Die-Off." No one of importance will care.

Laugh if you must. However, take a good look afterward. Look at Detroit, as a case in point. Take a look at what happened after Hurricane Katrina. Take a look at the nonchalance over our radioactive contaminated water and food supply. By the way, the wealthiest asswipes are not eating the same food or drinking the same water as you or I. And, the very minute that they find out that the air is contaminated, they will relocate instantly. Big money has no bounds. The rest of us will have to suffer a bitterly painful end with no medical services available. That's the plan.

"But, these people are Christians," you utter to yourself. What a crock of shit! Right there, that should convince anyone of the bogus nature of Pauline-Christianity and all of the other false religions of the Yahweh Triad. Heck, the shithead on the bus was probably a "Christian."

And, what about all of the conspiracy talk about the "collapse" of empire? The shell of the empire will collapse, that's for sure. The only people who will be affected are the bottom 75 percent of the empire's population. Their whole world will collapse. For the upper tier, life will actually improve ten-fold or more. The core of the empire will continue to function and grow. Remember the bogus government shutdown threat just a week ago? Did you notice that the military and the police state were to remain fully funded. The imperial wars would carry on regardless. Commerce for the moneychangers and the powers-that-be would continue. Police protection for the moneychangers and the powers-that-be would continue. Everything else would have shut down. The only people affected would be you and I.

In summary, the collapse is coming, perhaps even accelerated by the uncertainties in Japan as a result of the earthquake, tsunami, and the Fukushima meltdown. Remember, Japan is the largest holder of the empire's debt instruments. Japan could reduce its own enormous debt by selling off the empire's useless paper. That's why the "good cop, bad cop" theater is thickening the "deficit must be reduced" plot. There's not going to be any government spending. There won't be any more "stimulus" programs, at least for the poor. There won't be any job creation. Pretty soon, all unemployment benefits will be cut off. That's the writing on the wall.

Too Dangerous for Our Own Good

"Chernobyl me once, fool am I. Chernobyl and Fukushima me twice, fool we all are." -- mrflash818 on The Oil Drum Site

SOS, you know the code. Everything was running smoothly until I rode the Route 1L bus this afternoon at 3:15pm. I noticed the traffic bottleneck just before Kahala. I was able to observe an endless line of 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) on the freeway. None of them were moving. Thirty minutes later, the bus arrived at Kahala Mall, less than two blocks away. At 5:15pm, we had to transfer to the Route 1L bus right behind us. The driver said that we would be there for a while, so I alighted and went into the mall. I ended up purchasing a smoothie at Jamba Juice®. When I returned, the Route 1L bus was gone.

I observed three Route 23 buses waiting in queue across the street. I attempted to board one of the buses but was refused entry because of the smoothie. Oddly, I have no problem boarding any bus in the morning with a cup of coffee in hand. I noticed that the buses were being rerouted to Ainakoa Street. I then decided to walk further down to the highway and wait at the next bus stop. There were police everywhere. I looked up Ainakoa Street and saw that it was blocked off. Thus, I knew that I had time to possibly arrive at the bus stop before the Route 1L bus.

Quite a few people had the same idea as the bus stop became more crowded at time passed. As it turned out, I had just missed the bus by a few minutes. I chatted with two babes at the bus stop for the next two hours that we waited. Finally, a Route 22 bus arrived. No one was happy about the chaotic situation. We had seen seven express buses pass us by. Why didn't the lame management notify the drivers to stop for us? Why did two hours go by with no regular buses?

The crime that caused the problem (read initial report filed by the Star-Advertiser) occurred at 3pm. The two punks involved caused a lot of grief foe a lot of people. The Route 1L bus that I rode initially was on time until the bottleneck. Everything went downhill after that. Passengers were simply dumped off at Kahala Mall and the buses went back to town. Other buses simply waited for two hours in queue. Why didn't the police the buses priority?

I discovered that one of my favorite hurdy-gurdy stars, Hunter Bryce, has passed on. She was only 30 years of age. Quite a few hurdy-gurdy stars have passed on recently. That brought to mind the section called, "Illusion of Love," in Chris Hedges' book, "Empire of Illusion. I previously discussed the section in the "blog" of March 17th.

Chicks going into the hurdy-gurdy industry are not doing so because they love the work. They want to make big money and achieve some level of celebrity status. The hurdy-gurdy industry exists because the failed "civilization" paradigm has "commodified" all aspects of life including da wild thing. The failed "civilization" paradigm has also enforced arbitrary gender roles which, in effect, have created a gender hierarchy and a whole class of male losers. Unfortunately, even male losers are subject to biological urges. Enter the hurdy-gurdy industry, designed to fulfill a loser's biological urges vicariously ... for a price.

I don't want to belabor the point since there are so few readers of the "blog." Just know that I am becoming quite disillusioned with humanity. I try to avoid any moral judgments because I am essentially an atheistic nihilist. However, there can be no question that humanity is too far gone. We've passed the point of no return. Each day brings new evidence to light.

Speaking of "too far gone," there has been little news about the Fukushima meltdown. Actually, I have to wonder. Does it even matter? I mean, the damage is already done. Almost the entire Northern Hemisphere of the earth has been contaminated with radionuclide fallout. Soil and water are contaminated. The food chain is contaminated. Although the radiation levels are deemed to be "low," we are breathing and ingesting them now. Given the effects of bioaccumulation and molecular proximity, we now have increasing probabilities of developing all kinds of cancer. I need not go on. No one believes it anyway. In fact, I've heard fools regurgitate turd-ish clichés like, "Well, we all have to go sometime anyway."

As I've said earlier, humanity is too far gone. The nightmare for me is that I am an unwitting participant in humanity. I can see now and understand why we are going to destroy ourselves and possibly all other forms of life on the planet. We are too dangerous for our own good.

SOS

Acronym of the day: SOS (i.e., same ol' shit). At the library, I ran into Ann and my homeless buddy. Frankly, they are the only two people whom I care to see these days. I also completed reading the book, "Overconnected: The promise and Threat of the Internet," by Bill Davidow. The book is quite interesting even though Davidow goes off on a tangent often. The most intriguing section was about the financial crisis in Ireland, noteworthy because the nation was back in the news just last week. One part of the book probably needs a revision. Davidow lamented that the global financial system just wasn't as safe and well designed like nuclear power plants. Oops!

Want to read an article that will surely torque your jaw? Here's an excerpt:

Christy is the wife of John Mack, the chairman of Morgan Stanley. Susan is the widow of Peter Karches, a close friend of the Macks who served as president of Morgan Stanley's investment-banking division. Neither woman appears to have any serious history in business, apart from a few philanthropic experiences. Yet the Federal Reserve handed them both low-interest loans of nearly a quarter of a billion dollars through a complicated bailout program that virtually guaranteed them millions in risk-free income.

The article by Matt Taibbi appeared on the Rolling Stone site. The more I read, the more disturbed I became. To say that I wanted to launch a terroristic genocidal campaign would be an understatement.

It's hard to believe that, with only one life to live, many of us have no choice but to eke out an existence in stressful squalor. The subclass of mental midgets amongst us are satisfied with faux self-importance and techno-gadget distractions. The slightly brighter subclass are only severely limited by their faux "education." Dumb and dumber. Then, there is a small handful of atheistic nihilists like the ol' lavahead. What we share in common is eternal enslavement to the "system" perpetuated by and for the moneychangers and powers-that-be. SOS.

9 Pop 9 Imix

(12.19.18.5.1) Same ol' shit. I was groggy all day because of sleep deprivation. Yeah, Methamphetamine Meathead was at it again until 4am this morning. My days at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) should be numbered. Although, what's the point?

The Fukushima meltdown in Japan is worsening, just as I had anticipated a couple of weeks ago. Very little news about the radioactive fallout has been made available. The "spin doctors" continue to downplay the whole scenario. To state the potential problem in truthful terms is essentially futile anyway. Almost the entire Northern Hemisphere has been contaminated with high levels of radionuclide fallout. Where would all of us evacuate to? The ensuing panic would only create even more chaotic problems. Obviously, the truth need not be told because there is most likely a 20-year window at the least before we can actually observe the heinous results of the Fukushima disaster. Quite a few of us will have developed various cancers by then. And, due to widespread ignorance, would the cancer epidemic be retroactively attributed to the Fukushima incident?

If you haven't already read about increasing amounts of Iodine-131 being found in milk (Hilo HI being one of the worst cases so far), then you may want to peruse a timely article on the Natural News site titled, "Fukushima radiation taints US milk supplies at levels 300% higher than EPA maximums." Here's a common sense excerpt:

Why is this milk contamination significant? Milk, of course, typically represents the overall condition of the food chain because cows consume grass and are exposed to the same elements as food crops and water supplies. In other words, when cows' milk starts testing positive for high levels of radioactive elements, this is indicative of radioactive contamination of the entire food supply.

Mind you, only Iodine-131 is being tested for extensively. There's a good reason for that. Its half-life is only eight days. So, I-131 is the least harmful of the fission byproducts. Of course, no one is going to tell you about "bioaccumulation." Neither is anyone going to release figures of the more toxic, longer half-life byproducts (e.g., plutonium, strontium). The situation will only get worse. However, the moneychangers and powers-that-be are only interested in maintaining the economic status quo of the "system."

Typical Educated Hottie

And, speaking of widespread ignorance, Chris Hedges penned an interesting article that appears on the Truthdig site. An excerpt:

Those who can ask the right questions are armed with the capacity to make a moral choice, to defend the good in the face of outside pressure. And this is why the philosopher Immanuel Kant puts the duties we have to ourselves before the duties we have to others. The standard for Kant is not the biblical idea of self-love — love thy neighbor as thyself, do unto others as you would have them do unto you — but self-respect. What brings us meaning and worth as human beings is our ability to stand up and pit ourselves against injustice and the vast, moral indifference of the universe. Once justice perishes, as Kant knew, life loses all meaning. Those who meekly obey laws and rules imposed from the outside — including religious laws — are not moral human beings. The fulfillment of an imposed law is morally neutral. The truly educated make their own wills serve the higher call of justice, empathy and reason. Socrates made the same argument when he said it is better to suffer wrong than to do wrong.

Quite apropos, although Hedges was discussing the empire's educational decline. A more detailed analysis appeared in Hedges' book, "Empire of Illusion," under the section, "Illusion of Knowledge." I can only concur with Hedges. In my ten years as a university pseudo-professor, I have seen it all. My experiences are recorded in both the "blog" and the old journal.

Acer® Iconia A500 Tablet

Awww, fuck it already! The secular Apocalypse is in full swing. The destruction is in slow motion, though. Yet, in the end, there will be a lot of pain and suffering. It's time to put an end to the charade of living prophylactically, I suppose. Heck, maybe I should purchase the new Acer® Iconia tablet computer. Maybe I should become a real homeless guy. Or, perhaps it's time to act as if there's no tomorrow.

Post No. 1,807

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. My Panda Express® fortune cookie's advice: "Counting your time is not so important as making your time count." Can I get a witness? Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Moms had a dental appointment for a routine cleaning this morning. About five minutes into the appointment, the dental hygienist appeared in the waiting room to consult with me. Moms was apparently having some kind of problem, allegedly complaining about the last cleaning and saying something about not wanting to be there. I assured the hygienist that moms was having a "senior moment." Afterward, moms mentioned nothing about the incident, so I left it at that. Frankly, I believe that the apparent strife centering on my nephew in my bro's household was the cause. Although moms is not involved, the stress is probably unnerving for moms.

I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) earlier than usual in order to wash and wax my Nissan® Frontier truck. Of course, washing and waxing is accomplished in one quick easy step with Turtle Wax® Zip Wax®. Twenty minutes, and I was done.

Well, just when I thought that the tablet computer issue was a done deal, Acer® introduced the $450 Iconia A500 tablet computer running Android® "Honeycomb." It's a nifty little device. However, it is running the very beleaguered Android® tablet operating system. Few geeks seem interested in "Honeycomb," and applications are only trickling in. Oh, the heck with it!

There's been very little news streaming out of Japan concerning the Fukushima meltdown. I keep following the updated threads on The Oil Drum site. However, a most disturbing article by Yoichi Shimatsu has surfaced. An excerpt:

Instead of enabling a regional deterrence system and a return to great-power status, the Manchurian deal planted the time bombs now spewing radiation around the world. The nihilism at the heart of this nuclear threat to humanity lies not inside Fukushima 1, but within the national security mindset. The specter of self-destruction can be ended only with the abrogation of the U.S.-Japan security treaty, the root cause of the secrecy that fatally delayed the nuclear workers' fight against meltdown.

The article is archived on the Global Research site and is titled, "Secret Weapons Program Inside Fukushima Nuclear Plants?" Chilling stuff, to say the least.