マイケル・グリーン（Michael Green）

with weren't enjoying it too much. They stuck close as hell to me, and the one t
hat didn't talk at all practically was holding onto my sleeve. "Let's go," he sa
id to his brother. "I seen 'em awreddy. C'mon, hey." He turned around and beat i
t.
"He's got a yella streak a mile wide," the other one said. "So long!" He
beat it too.
I was the only one left in the tomb then. I sort of liked it, in a way.
It was so nice and peaceful. Then, all of a sudden, you'd never guess what I saw
on the wall. Another "Fuck you." It was written with a red crayon or something,
right under the glass part of the wall, under the stones.

That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and pe
aceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there,
when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under
your nose. Try it sometime. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a
cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say "Holden Caulfield" on it, a
nd then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it'
ll say "Fuck you." I'm positive, in fact.
After I came out of the place where the mummies were, I had to go to the
bathroom. I sort of had diarrhea, if you want to know the truth. I didn't mind
the diarrhea part too much, but something else happened. When I was coming out o

f the can, right before I got to the door, I sort of passed out. I was lucky, th
ough. I mean I could've killed myself when I hit the floor, but all I did was so
rt of land on my side. it was a funny thing, though. I felt better after I passe
d out. I really did. My arm sort of hurt, from where I fell, but I didn't feel s
o damn dizzy any more.
It was about ten after twelve or so then, and so I went back and stood b
y the door and waited for old Phoebe. I thought how it might be the last time I'
d ever see her again. Any of my relatives, I mean. I figured I'd probably see th
em again, but not for years. I might come home when I was about thirty-five. I f
igured, in case somebody got sick and wanted to see me before they died, but tha

t would be the only reason I'd leave my cabin and come back. I even started pict
uring how it would be when I came back. I knew my mother'd get nervous as hell a
nd start to cry and beg me to stay home and not go back to my cabin, but I'd go
anyway. I'd be casual as hell. I'd make her calm down, and then I'd go over to t
he other side of the living room and take out this cigarette case and light a ci
garette, cool as all hell. I'd ask them all to visit me sometime if they wanted
to, but I wouldn't insist or anything. What I'd do, I'd let old Phoebe come out
and visit me in the summertime and on Christmas vacation and Easter vacation. An
d I'd let D.B. come out and visit me for a while if he wanted a nice, quiet plac
e for his writing, but he couldn't write any movies in my cabin, only stories an

d books. I'd have this rule that nobody could do anything phony when they visite
d me. If anybody tried to do anything phony, they couldn't stay.
All of a sudden I looked at the clock in the checkroom and it was twenty
-five of one. I began to get scared that maybe that old lady in the school had t
old that other lady not to give old Phoebe my message. I began to get scared tha
t maybe she'd told her to burn it or something. It really scared hell out of me.
I really wanted to see old Phoebe before I hit the road. I mean I had her Chris
tmas dough and all.
Finally, I saw her. I saw her through the glass part of the door. The re
ason I saw her, she had my crazy hunting hat on--you could see that hat about te

n miles away.
I went out the doors and started down these stone stairs to meet her. Th
e thing I couldn't understand, she had this big suitcase with her. She was just
coming across Fifth Avenue, and she was dragging this goddam big suitcase with h
er. She could hardly drag it. When I got up closer, I saw it was my old suitcase
, the one I used to use when I was at Whooton. I couldn't figure out what the he
ll she was doing with it. "Hi," she said when she got up close. She was all out
of breath from that crazy suitcase.
"I thought maybe you weren't coming," I said. "What the hell's in that b
ag? I don't need anything. I'm just going the way I am. I'm not even taking the

bags I got at the station. What the hellya got in there?"
She put the suitcase down. "My clothes," she said. "I'm going with you.
Can I? Okay?"
"What?" I said. I almost fell over when she said that. I swear to God I
did. I got sort of dizzy and I thought I was going to pass out or something agai
n.
"I took them down the back elevator so Charlene wouldn't see me. It isn'
t heavy. All I have in it is two dresses and my moccasins and my underwear and s
ocks and some other things. Feel it. It isn't heavy. Feel it once. . . Can't I g
o with you? Holden? Can't I? Please."

"No. Shut up."
I thought I was going to pass out cold. I mean I didn't mean to tell her
to shut up and all, but I thought I was going to pass out again.
"Why can't I? Please, Holden! I won't do anything-- I'll just go with yo
u, that's all! I won't even take my clothes with me if you don't want me to--I'l
l just take my--"
"You can't take anything. Because you're not going. I'm going alone. So
shut up."
"Please, Holden. Please let me go. I'll be very, very, very--You won't e
ven--"

"You're not going. Now, shut up! Gimme that bag," I said. I took the bag
off her. I was almost all set to hit her, I thought I was going to smack her fo
r a second. I really did.
She started to cry.
"I thought you were supposed to be in a play at school and all I thought
you were supposed to be Benedict Arnold in that play and all," I said. I said i
t very nasty. "Whuddaya want to do? Not be in the play, for God's sake?" That ma
de her cry even harder. I was glad. All of a sudden I wanted her to cry till her
eyes practically dropped out. I almost hated her. I think I hated her most beca
use she wouldn't be in that play any more if she went away with me.

"Come on," I said. I started up the steps to the museum again. I figured
what I'd do was, I'd check the crazy suitcase she'd brought in the checkroom, a
ndy then she could get it again at three o'clock, after school. I knew she could
n't take it back to school with her. "Come on, now," I said.
She didn't go up the steps with me, though. She wouldn't come with me. I
went up anyway, though, and brought the bag in the checkroom and checked it, an
d then I came down again. She was still standing there on the sidewalk, but she
turned her back on me when I came up to her. She can do that. She can turn her b
ack on you when she feels like it. "I'm not going away anywhere. I changed my mi
nd. So stop crying, and shut up," I said. The funny part was, she wasn't even cr

ying when I said that. I said it anyway, though, "C'mon, now. I'll walk you back
to school. C'mon, now. You'll be late."
She wouldn't answer me or anything. I sort of tried to get hold of her o
ld hand, but she wouldn't let me. She kept turning around on me.
"Didja have your lunch? Ya had your lunch yet?" I asked her.
She wouldn't answer me. All she did was, she took off my red hunting hat
--the one I gave her--and practically chucked it right in my face. Then she turn
ed her back on me again. It nearly killed me, but I didn't say anything. I just
picked it up and stuck it in my coat pocket.
"Come on, hey. I'll walk you back to school," I said.

"I'm not going back to school."
I didn't know what to say when she said that. I just stood there for a c
ouple of minutes.
"You have to go back to school. You want to be in that play, don't you?
You want to be Benedict Arnold, don't you?"
"No."
"Sure you do. Certainly you do. C'mon, now, let's go," I said. "In the f
irst place, I'm not going away anywhere, I told you. I'm going home. I'm going h
ome as soon as you go back to school. First I'm gonna go down to the station and
get my bags, and then I'm gonna go straight--"

"I said I'm not going back to school. You can do what you want to do, bu
t I'm not going back to chool," she said. "So shut up." It was the first time sh
e ever told me to shut up. It sounded terrible. God, it sounded terrible. It sou
nded worse than swearing. She still wouldn't look at me either, and every time I
sort of put my hand on her shoulder or something, she wouldn't let me.
"Listen, do you want to go for a walk?" I asked her. "Do you want to tak
e a walk down to the zoo? If I let you not go back to school this afternoon and
go for walk, will you cut out this crazy stuff?"
She wouldn't answer me, so I said it over again. "If I let you skip scho
ol this afternoon and go for a little walk, will you cut out the crazy stuff? Wi

ll you go back to school tomorrow like a good girl?"
"I may and I may not," she said. Then she ran right the hell across the
street, without even looking to see if any cars were coming. She's a madman some
times.
I didn't follow her, though. I knew she'd follow me, so I started walkin
g downtown toward the zoo, on the park side of the street, and she started walki
ng downtown on the other goddam side of the street, She wouldn't look over at me
at all, but I could tell she was probably watching me out of the corner of her
crazy eye to see where I was going and all. Anyway, we kept walking that way all
the way to the zoo. The only thing that bothered me was when a double-decker bu

s came along because then I couldn't see across the street and I couldn't see wh
ere the hell she was. But when we got to the zoo, I yelled over to her, "Phoebe!
I'm going in the zoo! C'mon, now!" She wouldn't look at me, but I could tell sh
e heard me, and when I started down the steps to the zoo I turned around and saw
she was crossing the street and following me and all.
There weren't too many people in the zoo because it was sort of a lousy
day, but there were a few around the sea lions' swimming pool and all. I started
to go by but old Phoebe stopped and made out she was watching the sea lions get
ting fed--a guy was throwing fish at them--so I went back. I figured it was a go
od chance to catch up with her and all. I went up and sort of stood behind her a

nd sort of put my hands on her shoulders, but she bent her knees and slid out fr
om me--she can certainly be very snotty when she wants to. She kept standing the
re while the sea lions were getting fed and I stood right behind her. I didn't p
ut my hands on her shoulders again or anything because if I had she really would
've beat it on me. Kids are funny. You have to watch what you're doing.
She wouldn't walk right next to me when we left the sea lions, but she d
idn't walk too far away. She sort of walked on one side of the sidewalk and I wa
lked on the other side. It wasn't too gorgeous, but it was better than having he
r walk about a mile away from me, like before. We went up and watched the bears,
on that little hill, for a while, but there wasn't much to watch. Only one of t

he bears was out, the polar bear. The other one, the brown one, was in his godda
m cave and wouldn't come out. All you could see was his rear end. There was a li
ttle kid standing next to me, with a cowboy hat on practically over his ears, an
d he kept telling his father, "Make him come out, Daddy. Make him come out." I l
ooked at old Phoebe, but she wouldn't laugh. You know kids when they're sore at
you. They won't laugh or anything.
After we left the bears, we left the zoo and crossed over this little st
reet in the park, and then we went through one of those little tunnels that alwa
ys smell from somebody's taking a leak. It was on the way to the carrousel. Old
Phoebe still wouldn't talk to me or anything, but she was sort of walking next t

o me now. I took a hold of the belt at the back of her coat, just for the hell o
f it, but she wouldn't let me. She said, "Keep your hands to yourself, if you do
n't mind." She was still sore at me. But not as sore as she was before. Anyway,
we kept getting closer and closer to the carrousel and you could start to hear t
hat nutty music it always plays. It was playing "Oh, Marie!" It played that same
song about fifty years ago when I was a little kid. That's one nice thing about
carrousels, they always play the same songs.
"I thought the carrousel was closed in the wintertime," old Phoebe said.
It was the first time she practically said anything. She probably forgot she wa
s supposed to be sore at me.

"Maybe because it's around Christmas," I said.
She didn't say anything when I said that. She probably remembered she wa
s supposed to be sore at me.
"Do you want to go for a ride on it?" I said. I knew she probably did. W
hen she was a tiny little kid, and Allie and D.B. and I used to go to the park w
ith her, she was mad about the carrousel. You couldn't get her off the goddam th
ing.
"I'm too big." she said. I thought she wasn't going to answer me, but sh
e did.
"No, you're not. Go on. I'll wait for ya. Go on," I said. We were right

there then. There were a few kids riding on it, mostly very little kids, and a f
ew parents were waiting around outside, sitting on the benches and all. What I d
id was, I went up to the window where they sell the tickets and bought old Phoeb
e a ticket. Then I gave it to her. She was standing right next to me. "Here," I
said. "Wait a second--take the rest of your dough, too." I started giving her th
e rest of the dough she'd lent me.
"You keep it. Keep it for me," she said. Then she said right afterward--
"Please."
That's depressing, when somebody says "please" to you. I mean if it's Ph
oebe or somebody. That depressed the hell out of me. But I put the dough back in

my pocket.
"Aren't you gonna ride, too?" she asked me. She was looking at me sort o
f funny. You could tell she wasn't too sore at me any more.
"Maybe I will the next time. I'll watch ya," I said. "Got your ticket?"
"Yes."
"Go ahead, then--I'll be on this bench right over here. I'll watch ya."
I went over and sat down on this bench, and she went and got on the carrousel. S
he walked all around it. I mean she walked once all the way around it. Then she
sat down on this big, brown, beat-up-looking old horse. Then the carrousel start
ed, and I watched her go around and around. There were only about five or six ot

her kids on the ride, and the song the carrousel was playing was "Smoke Gets in
Your Eyes." It was playing it very jazzy and funny. All the kids kept trying to
grab for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she'd fa
ll off the goddam horse, but I didn't say anything or do anything. The thing wit
h kids is, if they want to grab the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and n
ot say anything. If they fall off they fall off, but it's bad if you say anythin
g to them.
When the ride was over she got off her horse and came over to me. "You r
ide once, too, this time," she said.
"No, I'll just watch ya. I think I'll just watch," I said. I gave her so

me more of her dough. "Here. Get some more tickets."
She took the dough off me. "I'm not mad at you any more," she said.
"I know. Hurry up--the thing's gonna start again."
Then all of a sudden she gave me a kiss. Then she held her hand out, and
said, "It's raining. It's starting to rain."
"I know."
Then what she did--it damn near killed me--she reached in my coat pocket
and took out my red hunting hat and put it on my head.
"Don't you want it?" I said.
"You can wear it a while."

"Okay. Hurry up, though, now. You're gonna miss your ride. You won't get
your own horse or anything."
She kept hanging around, though.
"Did you mean it what you said? You really aren't going away anywhere? A
re you really going home afterwards?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I said. I meant it, too. I wasn't lying to her. I really did go
home afterwards. "Hurry up, now," I said. "The thing's starting."
She ran and bought her ticket and got back on the goddam carrousel just
in time. Then she walked all the way around it till she got her own horse back.
Then she got on it. She waved to me and I waved back.

Boy, it began to rain like a bastard. In buckets, I swear to God. All th
e parents and mothers and everybody went over and stood right under the roof of
the carrousel, so they wouldn't get soaked to the skin or anything, but I stuck
around on the bench for quite a while. I got pretty soaking wet, especially my n
eck and my pants. My hunting hat really gave me quite a lot of protection, in a
way; but I got soaked anyway. I didn't care, though. I felt so damn happy all of
sudden, the way old Phoebe kept going around and around. I was damn near bawlin
g, I felt so damn happy, if you want to know the truth. I don't know why. It was
just that she looked so damn nice, the way she kept going around and around, in
her blue coat and all. God, I wish you could've been there.

26

That's all I'm going to tell about. I could probably tell you what I did
after I went home, and how I got sick and all, and what school I'm supposed to
go to next fall, after I get out of here, but I don't feel like it. I really don
't. That stuff doesn't interest me too much right now.
A lot of people, especially this one psychoanalyst guy they have here, k
eeps asking me if I'm going apply myself when I go back to school next September

. It's such a stupid question, in my opinion. I mean how do you know what you're
going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do
I know? I swear it's a stupid question.
D.B. isn't as bad as the rest of them, but he keeps asking me a lot of q
uestions, too. He drove over last Saturday with this English babe that's in this
new picture he's writing. She was pretty affected, but very good-looking. Anywa
y, one time when she went to the ladies' room way the hell down in the other win
g D.B. asked me what I thought about all this stuff I just finished telling you
about. I didn't know what the hell to say. If you want to know the truth, I don'
t know what I think about it. I'm sorry I told so many people about it. About al

l I know is, I sort of miss everybody I told about. Even old Stradlater and Ackl
ey, for instance. I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. It's funny. Don't eve
r tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

【国際】 化粧品店、万引き女子大生捕まえて通報→ＮＹ前市長の娘と分かると「罪に問わせたくない」と態度一変…米
http://kamome.2ch.net/test/read.cgi/newsplus/1280970595/

>>56
グリーンとかブラウンとか色のつく名前は多いらしいが。
ヤクルトのホワイトセルはそうだよね。

マイケルグリーンが八丈島まで原潜でいって
小沢さんに米国債購入をお願いしたって言う噂流れてるけど
恫喝の間違いじゃないのか？

>>704
> 八丈島まで原潜で

この点がトンデモと言われています。

http://www.sankeibiz.jp/business/news/100820/bsd1008200500001-n1.htm

ゆうちょのシステム障害を宣伝に利用して
DS8000シリーズを使ってるユーザに
最上位機種DS8700への買い替えを勧めるための
営業戦術だったとも言えるよね。

ぐりんちゃん。

「ゆうちょの障害見たでしょ、DS8700に買い換えませんか」

って今頃あちこちでIBMの瀬戸際営業がはじまってるぞ、こりゃ。

政府がぐりんちゃんに「預け」てる額はどのくらい？

我らがグリーンちゃんは、ディビッド・ロックフェラーがすぐに死ぬと思いました。
しかし、爺はしぶとく蘇生の模様。
このため、グリーンちゃんは、�@早とちりで失脚を免れない、
�Aロックフェラー家はジェイにより掌握済+ロスチャイルド家の恫喝によりディビッドの命運は尽きたので失脚しない、
のいずれが正しいでしょうか。
乞うご期待。

１　板垣 英憲　「マスコミに出ない政治経済の裏話」2010年08月24日

グリーンが原子力潜水艦で八丈島に行ったことが、
ディビッド・ロックフェラーに知られるとグリーンは失脚を免れない。
この8月23日、テレビでこれを放送され失脚する可能性が大となった。
最悪の場合、暗殺される。

２　噂の真相-真実を追い求めて！追伸：８月２２日

ディビッド・ロックフェラーがロックフェラー大学病院で蘇生した模様である。
小沢政権発足の阻止を試みたが、既にロックフェラー家はジェイによって掌握済み。
更に、ロスチャイルド家からの恫喝によりディビッドの命運は尽きてしまった。

http://www.maehara21.com/blog/index.php?blogid=2&archive=2007-3-6
前原誠司もエージェントなんだよねー

前原サイトをマイケル+グリーンで検索
http://www.google.co.jp/search?hl=ja&q=%E3%83%9E%E3%82%A4%E3%82%B1%E3%83%AB+%E3%82%B0%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC%E3%83%B3+:site+www.maehara21.com&aq=f&aqi=&aql=&oq=&gs_rfai=

「我々は世界政府という巨大なピラミッドを構築することにあたって、
上から下に向かうより、下から上に向かった方が良い。それは一見すると
ウィリアム・ジェームズの『どんぱち騒ぎ』という表現がぴったりの、
突然的な大混乱をもたらすだろう。
しかし、このように各国の大衆を絶望に導きながら徐々にその国の主権を侵食し、
最終ラウンドで国家主権の明渡しを迫る方が、結局のところ昔流のトップダウン方式より
早く世界政府を実現することができる。」

我らが寝返りグリーンちゃんは、暗殺されずに健在の模様。
デビッド・ロックフェラー没落は、本当みたい。

（ワシントン時事）（2010/09/01-15:56）
http://www.jiji.com/jc/c?g=pol_30&k=2010090100619

民主代表選・識者談話
◇米政府に強いいら立ち
　マイケル・グリーン元米国家安全保障会議（ＮＳＣ）アジア上級部長の話　

（日本の政治の混乱は）日米関係にとって厄介事だ。
米国は強い日本の政権を必要とするからだ。
１１月のオバマ大統領訪日で何らかの具体的な成果を示す準備はできていない。

普天間飛行場移設を推進しようにも、日本の政治情勢が不確実なのでできない。
米側は極めていら立っている。
小沢氏の反米的な発言は日米関係に大きなダメージを与えた。
菅内閣は現実的で柔軟だが、外交政策や普天間問題に取り組む余裕がない。

508 ：無党派さん：2010/08/31(火) 21:34:25 ID:f7eDkUmO
森喜朗愚息　尿検査もみ消しと550万円退職金
飲酒でコンビニに突っ込んで「現行犯逮捕なし」「情報公開なし」の特別待遇
疑惑を知っていた県警　だが薬物検査はされず

事故の現場となったコンビニには緘口令が敷かれていた。
「本部の方から何も答えるなといわれています。何かしゃべるとまずいことでもあるんですかね」（店員）

「SMAPの草薙が泥酔して逮捕されたときにはすぐに家宅捜索までしている警察が、
今回なぜ薬物について調べなかったのか」（社会部記者）

小松署は動こうとして県警に問い合わせたが県警は受け付けず、
「さらにその線での捜査はしないようにという働きかけもあったようです」県警関係者
FLASH　8.31No1109

ついでにもう一つ言うと、実は、米政府の代表者が小沢氏と会い、すでに話をしたのだという。

その代表者は残念ながら、巷で「潜水艦に乗って八丈島に登場した！」と噂になっていたマイケルグリーンではなかった。

友人の分析によると、グリーンら現行計画推進派は、鳩山氏を辞任に追い込むことに成功したものの、
後を継いだ菅首相が消費増税に失敗し、日本の経済力をますます衰退させてしまったもんだから、
ジャパンハンドとしての信用をなくしてしまったらしい。

で、気になる小沢氏と米政府代表者の会談内容だが、小沢氏は、「誰が日本の首相になるかどうかは
日本国民が決めることで、アメリカが関与すべきことではない」ときつい前置きをした上で、
これからの日本に必要な政策というものを述べたのだそうだ。

角栄（１）あれは数年前だったか、学生たちとカラオケをしている時に、「まあ、その〜国民のみなさまにはですね、まあ、その〜」と田中角栄のものまねをしたら、
誰もわからなかった。昭和を象徴するあの人のダミ声を知らない世代が生まれてきているのだと知り、ショックだった。

角栄（２）その頃から、なぜか、田中角栄さんのことが気になった。最近になって、いろいろな意味で田中さんと比較される小沢一郎さんについての、
マスコミの報道ぶりを見ていて、なぜ角栄さんのことが気になっていたのか、わかった気がする。角栄さんは、私たち日本人にとって、一つの「宿題」なのだ。

角栄（３）田中角栄さんは、高等小学校と中央工学校を卒業という決してエリートとは言えない出自の中、持ち前の強靱な知性と驚くべきバイタリティで、
ついには総理大臣まで上り詰めた。支持率も高く、マスコミは「今太閤」と褒め称えた。

角栄（４）「コンピュータ付きブルドーザー」と評された頭の回転の速さと、エネルギー。人心を掌握する術にもたけていた田中角栄さんが、
卓越した人物であったことを疑う人はいないだろう

角栄（５）田中角栄さんの最大の功績は、日中国交正常化を成し遂げたことだった。ニクソンの電撃的訪中によって、
日本が「ジャパン・ナッシング」になる危険を察知した角栄さんは、総理大臣として驚くべきスピードで調整し、いろいろと障害のあった日中の国交正常化を成し遂げた。

角栄（６）その驚異的な頭の回転は、幾つもの伝説を読んでいる。大蔵大臣に就任した時、大臣室に来た官僚たち一人ひとりの名前を、
フルネームで呼んで、居並ぶひとたちを感激させたという。

角栄（７）政治家にとって、他人の名前を覚えるのは大事な能力うっかり誰かの名前を忘れてしまうと、角栄さんは、握手をしながら、
「君の名前はなんだっけ？」と聞き、「鈴木です」と答えると、「名字はわかっているよ。下の名前はなんだっけ？」と相手を傷つけずに聞き出したのだという。

角栄（８）「日本列島改造論」などで、狂乱物価を引き起こしたと批判された田中角栄さんだが、その旺盛な活動の背後には、
故郷の新潟の貧しさに対する深い思いがあった。何とか、冬は豪雪に覆われる地域の人々の生活を向上させたいと願ったのである。

角栄（９）「今太閤」とたたえられた田中角栄さんの運命が暗転したのは、マスコミが「田中金脈」批判のキャンペーンを張ったことだった。
集中豪雨的な批判記事の圧力の下、角栄さんは総理大臣を辞した。

角栄（１０）辞任の翌年、米国の上院における証言から、「ロッキード事件」が発覚する。「総理の犯罪」を追求するマスコミの嵐のような記事。
角栄さんは、逮捕され、一審で実刑判決を受ける。

角栄（１１）逮捕、起訴後も、角栄さんは自民党内で力を持ち続けた。そんな角栄さんに、マスコミは「闇将軍」というレッテルを張った。
やがて、角栄さんは病に倒れ、その影響力は次第に低下していく。

角栄（１２）最高裁に上告中、角栄さんは帰らぬ人となる。その刑事責任は、結局確定しないまま、公訴は消滅することとなった。

角栄（１３）田中金脈追及からロッキード事件発覚にかけて、私は小学生から中学生だった。当時の私は、マスコミの記事、報道をそのまま信じて、
田中角栄という人は悪いひとだ、「よっしゃ、よっしゃ」といって賄賂を受け取った、その後も「闇将軍」として居残り続けていると思っていた。

角栄（１４）その一方で、人間としての田中角栄という人を、どうしても憎む気にはなれなかった。その頃、『わたくしの少年時代』という自伝を読んだことがある。
そこから伝わってくるのは、あくまでも真っ直ぐな、情熱に満ちた人柄だった。

角栄（１５）それでも、長い間、「総理の犯罪」「田中金脈」「闇将軍」というレッテルから、私の思考は自由にならなかった。
田中角栄さんのことが気になり始めたのは、今年になって、日本の良識ある人々の中で、検察や、
マスコミの「正義」に対する不信感が本格的に頭をもたげてからのことである。

角栄（１６）マスコミは「政治とカネ」と一つ覚えのように言う。統計的に考えて、その悪弊はさまざまな政党のさまざまな人たちに
ポアソン分布で生じるだろう。それなのに、なぜ、政権交代を果たしたばかりの政党の代表と幹事長だけが狙い撃ちされるのか、
まずここでおかしいと思った。

角栄（１７）マスコミや検察の「正義」が絶対的なものではないということは、成熟した民主主義の下では当たり前のことだろう。ところが、
「有罪率が１００％近い」という近代国家ではあり得ない事態の下、日本人は、長らく、マスコミと検察は絶対正義であるという「幻想」の魔法の下にあった。

角栄（１８）魔法がとけて見ると、田中角栄さんのことが気になり始めた。あの一連の出来事は、一体何だったのだろう？　
あの一切の異論、反論を許さないような報道の嵐の中で、本当に「正義」はなされたのか？　田中角栄さんは、マスコミが描こうとしたような、極悪人だったのか？

角栄（１９）田中角栄さんの問題は、日本人が未解決のまま抱えている宿題だと思う。あれほど功績のあった人、
卓越した人を、マスコミがヒステリーじみたキャンペーンで、葬りさった。その狂乱の本質は何だったのか、私たちは振り返り、整理すべき時期が来ている。

角栄（２０）中国の人たちは、日本のマスコミのキャンペーンに踊らされなかった。日中関係の井戸を掘った偉人として、
首脳が日本を訪れる度に、田中角栄氏を訪問した、今考えると、角栄という人物の本質を見ていたのは、マスコミだったのか、それとも中国の人たちだったのか？

角栄（２１）自分たちに絶対的な正義があると思っている人たちは、うさんくさい。
「闇将軍」などと揶揄する記事を匿名で書き飛ばしていた新聞記者たちと、田中角栄さんと、どちらが人間として興味深く、
また誠実に生きていたのか、今となっては答えは明かであるように私には思える。

角栄（２２）ニーチェは、人間の最悪の罪の一つとして「ルサンチマン」を挙げた。田中角栄氏をめぐる一方的な報道ぶりを振り返ると、
そこには、新聞記者たちの、角栄さんに対するルサンチマンがあったと思えてならない。

角栄（２３）そもそも、権力者を次々と犯罪者に仕立てるのは、未成熟な国の特徴である。すばらしい点の多々あるお隣の国、
韓国はまた、元大統領が次々と刑事被告人に貶められる国でもある。一方、成熟した民主主義の国では、そのような極端な変動は、絶えて久しい。

角栄（２４）成熟した英国流のカモン・センスから言えば、田中角栄氏の「犯罪」は、果たして、あれほどのヒステリックな断罪が行われるべきことだったのか、
大いにあやしい。少なくとも、その功績とのバランスにおいて総合的に判断する、そのような知的態度は有り得たはずである。

角栄（２５）私は、過去に遡って、田中角栄氏にあやまりたい。小学校から中学校という、世間知らずの年代だったとは言え、
自らの正義を信じて疑わないマスコミのヒステリックな報道によって、「闇将軍」であり、「悪人」であるとたとえ一時期でも思ってしまったことに対して、心から謝罪したい。

角栄（２６）今、こうやって振り返って思い出すのは、ロッキード事件の渦中にあった頃の田中角栄氏が時折見せていた、
孤独でさびしそうな横顔である。あそこには、人間の真実があった。一方、居丈高に正義を振りかざしていたマスコミの様子を思い出すと、浅薄さといやしさの印象だけが強まってくる。

角栄（２７）ロッキード事件が明るみに出たあとも、田中角栄氏は、新潟でトップ当選し続けた。マスコミは、新潟の選挙民の意識が低いなどと揶揄し続けた。
今考えれば、人間としてまともだったのは、一体どちらだったのだろう。

角栄（２８）人間は、過去を振り返り、反省することで、未来への指針を得ることができる。日本の国の将来を、小学生の学級会のような幼稚な「正義」で危うくしてはならない。
今こそ、田中角栄さんをめぐる一連の事態は一体何だったのか、真剣に検討すべき時期が来ているのではないか。

そういえば、韓国でも似たような工作やってるんだね。ぐりんちゃん。

民主党代表選挙の票読み取り装置について

民主党、投票権者の皆さん、集開票に際しては一部で「ム○シ」社の自動票読み取り装置がつかわれる模様ですが、
間違って「小沢票の半分が自動的に菅票に書き換えられてしまう」ようなミスがないようご注意されたし。

特に、事前に、書き換えがされるようにROMが「間違って」挿入され、
開票終了と同時に抜き去られるような「事故」のないようご注意ください。

今回の党選挙、裏社会は、何が何でも小沢首相誕生を阻止したいがゆえにどんな手口を使ってきてもおかしくはありません。
さすがにネット時代の今は暗殺はやりにくいでしょうが、
機械がらみで不正を働いてくる可能性は十分あります。特に、
民主党内部には、裏社会のエージェントが多数巣食っています。派閥の領袖にもエージェントが何人もいます。

「自動票読み取り機」にご注目ください。「あの派閥」の連中が集中的に開票作業に動員されていませんか？

老婆心ながら。

我らがグリーンちゃんは、現在影響力をなくして謹慎中みたいです。
今の小澤攻撃は、従前の犬手先であったマスゴミが、
放し飼いにされて勝手にしていること、だそうです。
マスゴミ関係者の廃用家畜になる日が、待ち遠しいです。

●板垣 英憲（いたがき えいけん）「マスコミに出ない政治経済の裏話」2010年09月05日
http://blog.goo.ne.jp/itagaki-eiken/e/6038d395b863be576eaac0b578c444d6

◆現在のメディアのなかには、いまもマイケル・ジョナサン・グリーンが小沢叩きを続行していると
見ているところがあるようだが、それは大きく違っている。

八丈島で小沢一郎前幹事長と会談をして以来、
マイケル・ジョナサン・グリーンによる「小沢は叩き」は終息している。
・・・
ロスチャイルドが、ディビッド側に、
「日本の邪魔をするな。もし妨害をするなら、こちらは小沢につく。手を引け」と釘を刺した。
現在の世界情勢のなかで、ディビッドは、ロスチャイルドに頭が上がらないのである。
内心快く思わないながらも、従わざるを得ない。
・・・
現在、小沢一郎前幹事長は、決してアメリカの敵ではない。
対等とまではいえないまでは、関係は決して悪くないのである。
・・・
ということで、現在のマスメディアによる小沢批判は、もはやマイケル・グリーンの指令に基づくものではない。
言い換えれば、もはやマイケル・グリーンの後ろ盾もないまま、
これまでの既得権益の路線にしがみついている人々が最後の猛攻撃をしているといったところである。

官僚自身が既得権益の保持のために選挙結果の改竄をやってるのか？

我らがグリーンちゃんの続報です。
グリーンちゃんは、４勢力から狙われとのこと。
しかし、グリーンちゃんはそんな大物ではなく、下っ端であったはず。


板垣 英憲（いたがき えいけん）「マスコミに出ない政治経済の裏話」2010年09月06日
http://blog.goo.ne.jp/itagaki-eiken/e/6038d395b863be576eaac0b578c444d6
「 小沢一郎前幹事長の現代版「関ケ原合戦」は、綿密な事前の調略と最後の１時間半で勝負が決まる」

◆米国対日工作担当者マイケル・ジョナサン・グリーンが、「小沢一郎は総理大臣にならない」と
デマ情報を垂れ流しながら、実は生命の危機に陥っているという。
・・・
マイケル・グリーンに向けられた銃口は、４つ・・・。
一つは、マイケル・グリーンの飼い主であるディビッド・ロックフェラーである。
・・・
２つ目は、ディビッド・ロックフェラーの強敵であるジェイコブ・ロスチャイルドが発しているというヒットマンに狙われているらしい。
３つ目は、イスラエルのスパイ組織モサドであるという。
４つ目は、英国ロンドン・ロスチャイルドの分家であるイヴリン・ロスチャイルドである。極めて凶暴という。
・・・