State of the Nation

The beauty of Japan is and can be expressed in many ways. As usual, mine is the expression of love and elixir. I define it as Jukujo, Nihonshu, Onsen, and much more.  

Japanese men were hatched from eggs in laboratory incubators. They couldn't have come forth through the love of the Japanese mother's womb. Figuratively, they are simply detached from the pulse of life. They are automated slaves to the machine, sacrificing all for nothing and nothing for all.

I, on the other hand, have been preaching the hot gospel of sake to the masses, attempting to re-instill the value of Japanese cultural assets in the beaten-down soul of the Japanese man. I can see the fruits of my labor. Nothing has gone in vain.  

Other than eccentric Anglo-Saxons who are robbing and redefining the country as I type this message. I wish to anchor the nation on its principles.   

The other day, I sat in a bar enjoying a hot bowl of Oden and cold sake. An older man was trying to teach another Japanese man how to enjoy Japanese sake, but that man could not and insisted on having a lemon sour instead. The elderly gentleman then tried to hook him up with the cute young waitress, but she was uninterested. Such is the lost soul of the nation. 

Japan is lost to the young.