What I saw was a young mother with an incredulous look on her face. She'd just come out of the train station, past a campaigner (Ishin no Kai) who was ranting at passersby.
"Why was he thundering at us, as if we were naughty children?" she asked.
Good question.
Do people on their way home from work enjoy being yelled at by strangers? I don't think so.
What's more, do young mothers on their way to pick up their kids from nursery school-- who will then go home and make dinner, supervise homework, put in an hour of miscellaneous housework, and ruminate about how to pay the rent, buy food, keep up their insurance payments, and save for the kids' education (this is the short list of bills) -- want to hear an old man from three generations ago roaring about saving taxpayers' money by eliminating daycare?
Who does this wannabe-leader think the taxpayers are?
A lot of them are working mothers.
Okinawa Looks Like This
Peaceful: a beautiful place for a walk
自己紹介
- Chura
- Born and raised in the USA (NJ), I’ve spent most of my adult life in Japan. One of my favorite places in Japan is Okinawa. To me, Okinawa is a land of stories and an island of music, magic and mystery. The music is shima-uta, songs sung to the rhythm of a three-stringed lute called a sanshin. The magic is in the colors of land, sea and sky. The mystery? Mystery begins where the line between legend and verifiable human memories begins to blur. I am a member of the Archaeological Institute of America, chapter chief of a sanshin study society, and a founding member of the Marine Culture Research Association of Okinawa.