I'm sitting here watching the history channel all day. Well...I'm doing that and playing poker. It's amazing how out of hand TV has gotten and how little I believe about anything that I am fed from TV or from media. But today I saw something that I believed.
Apparently, during World War II the Japanese had such a great propaganda machine that people on an island 1400 miles south of Japan killed themselves in protest of the American army being in the country. They were told that the treatment they would have received from the American army while under occupation would be horrific. This is the cliff that they jumped off - now called "Suicide Cliff"
"We would shoot the children as they were going down. Why? Because they were jumping onto coral, and sometimes they wouldn't die for minutes or even hours. But we all knew they were going to die so we were doing them a favor."
This also got me thinking about the greatest invention of all time; national war. A national motivation to kill. An idea put into motion and the only resolve to satisfy the idea is to kill another people. It is a cleansing of the world. It's as though war was the disinfectant. And war makes it possible for powerful people to become more powerful. War is the essence of mankind. There is nothing more romantic and horrifying. It is the quintessential element that allows you to cherish and fear. War is beautiful.
100,00 people died in our bombing raid of Tokyo. It wasn't just bombs that we dropped. We dropped napalm on a city.
They also had this piece on Kamikazes.
"They would give the children of Saipan two hand grenades. They would throw one at the Americans and use the other one for themselves."
This is an excerpt from one of the Saipan villagers:
"One of the village elders started using a branch to kill his family. He told us that Americans would eat us and rape our women. So we killed our families. The first person we killed was our mother. We would tie the neck with rope and finally we would take a stone and bash in her head. That's what we did to our mothers. I was 16."