sports day prep

Preparations for the school sports festival continue - undeterred by such things as classroom learning - and my circus quality cocaine-like pigment is finally starting to change due to this, so one good thing will come of it.

Actually there probably is an underlying lesson to be learned for the kids. Its laying on the ground, bleeding, gasping for air beneath the forced cheering competitions for which there is no apparent reason to be cheering, the group dance numbers that border on erotic and of course the 6 tiered human pyramids for which the organizers must have missed the warning label that said, "DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME, OR ANYWHERE, YOU FUCKING IDIOT." One does feel for the poor bastards on the bottom, whose little bodies shake precariously under the immense weight of their teachers' expectations as well as the fat kid whose knee has just turned your kidney into a diamond.

They say that Japan only has a Self Defense Army, incapable of reproducing the horrors of Tojo's destiny-drunk vision, but I reckon this is untrue. If I am able to post exclusive video of our sports day, you will see that underneath the innocuous school uniform lies a soldier, an emotionally dead inside shadow of a child programmed to march on command and perform group acrobatics with neither fear nor grace.

Confusing things further, I've been commissioned to use a Las Vegas announcer's voice to announce the start of the festival. File all of this under O, for Only In Japan.