FUKUSHIMA: THE MESS BEHIND THE MESS AND THE MESS FOR THE MESS

Source: Carlos Latuff via MRZine.

By Gundhramns Hammer
November 1, 2014
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Atropos was complaining that there was not much to eat at Chernobyl any more. She said she was getting rather bored there. She was restless to move to another place where she could have another big meal. 

Her last meal had been a human male that had died of neuronal necrosis. 

He was one those modern types who had devoured only hormone loaded hamburgers and plastic pizzae. He had gobbled up crap on top of crap such as processed foods charged with MSG, which had rotted his nerves and brains. He also ate a lot of glyphosate laden genetically modified foods, which had fucked up his enteric microbiota.

Atropos was having an indigestion which made her quite jumpy and edgy.

But no sooner had she said that when her sister Clotho came over with the newest of the news:

• Hey, sisters, I have good news for you! There has been another nuclear disaster in Japan!

Off they went flying as fast as they could to get to Fukushima before the party was over. A big party for these death dealing creatures. From man´s perspective,  this nuclear disaster had had the opposite effect.

When they got there, Lachesis rejoicing added:

• Thanks to these stupid humans that never grow up and stop playing with their dangerous toys, this time nuclear contraptions, we will once again have another wonderful feast on this mess!

The Parcae were right. It was a fucking mess.

The curtain fell. Silence got a hold of the spectators present right there if only just for a few seconds.  

Soon everybody went home. The whole play was forgotten by each person that had been at the theatre. 

It was the same old crap as usual for everybody, going about carelessly about their natural environment despite all the empty talk and shit everybody speaks about.

The truth is that the masses of Homo insapiens cattle behave like zombies, not only dumb but also numbed with so much to worry about, so much to shop, so much to wish for, so much to do that sums up to nothing until one day they end up rolled up in a chain that takes them directly to the slaughterhouse where they eventually finish the croacking line with nothing but a funeral dress on or naked. 

But whether forgotten or not, the truth is the truth even when nobody may give a fucking shit about. 

The players in the theatre were fucking right no matter what about this matter of the radioactive matter released at Fukushima.

In its heyday when this radiation mess had just happened and a few weeks after, all the newspapers, TV, any communication media in the world were talking about the Fukushima mess. They got bloated on it. Now this fucking Fukushima mess is hardly ever mentioned.

It makes sense from the point of view of the global elite that controls the nuclear lobby.

The pro-nuclear business global oligarchs are only interested in making money and will tell the public that it is safe and "green" even though it spits tonnes of radioactive crap for future generations to come (Video 1).

 

 Video 1. The place you must always forget: Nuclear waste in Findland.

This dangerous industry - which goes about planting plants all over the world, plants that are not plants at all but which can kill real plants along with any creatures that feed upon plants, slowly contributing to the process of turning humans into homegrown aliens or making mutants and monsters and, above all, after seen what happened in Chernobyl and Fukushima - should be sent to hell where it belongs, according to some experts. 

No wonder Chancellor Angela Merkel, following Japan´s Futkushima disaster in 2011, has pledged to permanently shut down the country's 17 nuclear reactors, which provide 18% of the country's power needs, by 2022.  

Germany´s plan is to move away from nuclear power and fossil fuels to renewable energy sources. 

Can Germans do it? Only time will tell. 

It is a bold move but it makes sense. If everybody went nuclear around the world, pretty soon we would be buried in radioactive waste. 

Perhaps scientists may find a solution for this kind of nasty nuclear crap one day in the distant future but for the time being, they ain´t. 

And so far we do not know anyone who wants to eat and drink radioactive shit. 

The mess behind the mess

So, now we turn our attention to the mess behind the mess at Japan´s Fukushima mess.

What happened before the mess? Why were the Japanese not able to contain the hellish mess? Why were Japanese folks not told the fucking thing was already acting up and could have been closed before the tsunami mess triggered the nuclear mess? 

To keep you away from getting suffocated and bored with technicalities, the best way to find some answers will be to watch a documentary. We have found one (Video 2).

Video 2. Fukushima: The truth behind the chain of meltdowns.

If you wish some tecnical information on Fukushima´s disaster, try reading the National Diet of Japan´s 2012 Report. Go to the reference section of this post to begin with.

It does not take to be an expert to conclude that it is not safe at all to go about contructing these nuclear babies in earthquake prone places. 

And Japan is sitting right on the Ring of Fire. 

It is too fucking dumb! 


ET gadgets to solve our energy addiction

In any energy equation, in man´s perpetual search for a "cheap" and reliable energy source under the pressure of an ever increasing energy demand around the world, lowering wasteful consumption should be taken into account but nobody dares tell people to quit jacking around with their fucking cars, for example.

Consumers are expecting scientists and goverments to solve everybody´s energy addiction.

So, in an effort to protect and excuse their Earth´s choking living style, some people believe the world´s elite already has all of the solutions including Tessla´s or ET´s gadgets. It is just that these greedy folks want to milk the oil cow to the maximum first before they let everybody jack around and everywhere Jetsons´ style.

If so, secondly, may be they will once they find a way to sell it to the public.

Considering the present antropogenic ecological mess, if true about these ET gadgets, too late by then?


The mess for the mess

It looks like this modern game of living comfortably but full of debts, never ending worries and endless butt sweating, for the vast majority of people; or counting numbers, lots of restless and sleepless nights, being grouchy, faking smiles to mates and business partners alike, trying to keep the muddy feet stuck in the mafia money and phantom enterprises away from the public´s eye, for the rich that have too much, in the end this kind of life has backfired, more so because it has been done without taking into consideration Mother Nature´s rules.

What for? To make more DNA!

It is done for the fuck´s sake.

It is a matter of the mess for the mess, if you know what we mean.

A housefly does it better without a mess. 

This insect does it without making a total anti-biospherical mess, that is. 

The tiny dipteran does it without ruining, contaminating, tearing up and fucking up all Earth´s ecosystems like humans do.


Are we so fucking stupid not to take care of our Starship Earth?

Captain James T. Kirk and his crew always took damn good care and tried to fix their beloved Enterprise starship.

Their lives depended on it.

We already have one starship to take care of and love dearly: Earth.

Our lives depend on her.

Why can´t we do it? 

Are we so fucking stupid not to do so?

References 

Alexievich S. (1997). Voices from Chernobyl. Translated from Russian by K. Geissen. Editions Ostojie, Russia. 64 p.

Dona A. & Arvanitoyannis I. (2009). Health Risks of Genetically Modified Foods. Crit. Rev. Food Sci. Nutr., 49: 164-175.

Husarova V. & Ostatnikova D. (2013). Monosodium Glutamate  Effects and their Implications for Human Intake: A Review. JMED Res., 2013, Article ID 688765, DOI:10.5171/2013.60875.

The National Diet of Japan (2012). Offical Report of the Fukushima Nuclear Accident Independent Investigation Commission. Tokyo, Japan. 86 p.