Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
My friend Rich was telling me on the phone yesterday the “Hey! Looky over there!” technique for dealing with nuclear meltdowns is coming apart at the seams:
“We are very sorry for causing concerns. We have made efforts not to cause any leak to the outside, but we might have failed to do so,” he said.
Ono said the radioactive elements detected in water samples are believed to largely come from initial leaks that have remained since earlier in the crisis. He said the leak has stayed near the plant inside the bay, and officials believe very little has spread further into the Pacific Ocean.
Marine biologists have warned that the radioactive water may be leaking continuously into the sea from the underground, citing high radioactivity in fish samples taken near the plant.
Most fish and seafood from along the Fukushima coast are barred from domestic markets and exports.”
Other articles are finally describing the levels of radioactivity in the steam one of the plants has been producing since the day one. Luckily for Japan the prevailing winds will mostly take that cesium and whatnot into US and Canadian waters and over Alaska, Washington, and Oregon. And the radioactive fish migrations down the California and Mexican coasts.
Got me thinking about the US love affair with Japan that’s been sneaking off to cheap motels and consumating itself in the back seats of limosines for the past half-century following their enthusiastic surrender.
Which got me thinking about love affairs in general, and how they tend to end. [So Long, and Thanks for all the Valentines http://sofarfromheaven.com/romance/] That’s the source for the ‘little Japanese’ thing.
A few years ago there was a big flap about whether one of the US presidents ought to apologize to Japan for dropping the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasakaki. The logic being that Japan wasn’t quite ready to surrender yet, and that dropping those bombs forced them to quit fighting prematurely. I don’t know whether one of the US Chief Executives apologized, or didn’t.
But that’s the sort of thing happens all the time in love affairs when they begin going stale. Next thing you know something else will come along to stale things some more. Such as the Japanese sending cesium into the sky so’s the wind can take it to Seattle and Portland.
Japan, of course, could send us a lot of valentines or roses to make things better, maybe. Or maybe they could just admit what they’re doing and apologize. They could actually say, “Hey! Lookee over here! We shore could use a little help, advice and friendly ideas. From anyone who has some. We loves you Americans and everything else being equal, like you better not glowing in the dark.”
Or maybe it’s just time to lay aside that romance and tell the Japanese, “So long and thanks for all the valentines.“