"Hey, let's put the Olympic stadium over there!"
Dear Prime Minister Abe,
You must be feeling pretty happy right now after Tokyo has been confirmed as the host city for the 2020 Olympics. You convinced the IOC that Tokyo would be safe from any radioactive contamination from the ongoing nuclear catastrophe in Fukushima. You also stated that the tsunami-stricken communities in Tohoku, with industries shattered and thousands of families still homeless, would benefit from the economic boost and regional Olympic-related events.
Unfortunately, we don't believe you.
The last two and a half years, since 3/11/11, has been a long procession of lies, corruption, deceit, and unbelievable incompetence. We have no reason to believe that the next seven years will be any different. We expect more bungling, more broken promises, and more cover-ups from a mainstream media that you hold in the palm of your white-gloved hand.
We believe that you, PM Abe, intend to use the 2020 Olympics as an excuse to promote your Disneyland fantasy version of Japan on the international stage. A deluded dream where all the women are cute, childish and helpless, all the food is healthy and delicious, and all the men are salarymen samurai who shout "Banzai!" and "Ganbare Nihon!" without question. Your "Unique" and "Beautiful" Japan is the last bastion of racial purity, where the ethnic Japanese groups of Ainu, Okinawans, Zainichi Koreans, Ethnic Chinese, Eta, Burakumin, and permanent resident gaijin have been eliminated from the national consciousness.
Well, guess what? We're calling you out. We are not going to play your game. We are not going to obey your rules, or speak your language, or pay your taxes. We refuse to integrate ourselves into your society; we will create our own.
We refuse to leave Japan. This is our home, and we are prepared to defend it, against both natural disasters and lying, cheating bureaucrats. We are here until we die and we will spend the rest of our lives making trouble for you until the government collapses, or we all die of radiation poisoning, or Tokyo is wiped out by a seismic event similar to the 1923 Great Kanto Earthquake.
We refuse to take part in a game where everyone cheats. We are Excalibur. My name is Winston Saint.