Saturday, April 23, 2011

If the people of Japan were told the truth about what is happening to their country and the world, they would rise up and slaughter the corporate men and their government stooges who forced death dealing nuclear energy on a small earthquake prone nation.
The only explanation for the total lack of information provided by those corporate men and their stooges  about radiation levels emanating from Fukushima Daiichi is fear.  Only a horror beyond belief would generate  such a massive cover up. Only the vaguest suggestions of radioactive iodine levels are mentioned in TEPCO and government public relations releases. Actual status reports on the broken reactors at Fukushima Daiichi read like the pronouncements of a soothsayer. The vacuum of information about an event of world wide significance speaks more to us than the vapid and vague apologies coming from Japanese politicians and businessmen. 
Are officials even daring to measure how much dangerous plutonium has been released? 
A plethora of radioactive substances that can be created during a melt down.
I want the ingredients of the radioactive soup being dumped into the Pacific revealed.
I want details about the various radiation emanating particles rising in the clouds spewing from these smashed monuments to men's faithlessness.
Nothing is being told to the public about specifics of each of those products of man's craven greed.
Crackpot stories about the storage of the millions of gallons of radioactive water created in the futile effort to prevent meltdowns and spontaneous ignition of radioactive waste material are just fairy tales.
That water is entering the environment as runoff or steam.
All who promote nuclear energy are enemies of Man.

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

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