Very interesting.

Japan is a bloggers’ country, and it’s too bad they can’t speak English. I feel like going to Tokyo and trying to find myself a Kenji. A good thing that, according to the book, the local gays are the only one who aren’t scared to have sex with a gaijin — a matter of size, no doubt, they’re afraid for their health but will still fuck, just like the French gays are afraid for their wallet or DVD player but still fantasize about Blacks and Arabs.

On the one hand, you wonder what noise Japan will make when it implodes. On the other, you have to wonder if it doesn’t just so happen that the only voices we hear from the outside are those from reactionary proto-fascists who just can’t bear the evolution of their society. Hard to tell without better knowledge of the author, and the country.

True that, seen from here, everything converges to give the impression that Japan is indeed having a big breakdown and is about to shoot itself in the head any time soon. But you have to be wary of apparences, especially across oceans: what with Americans being so profoundly convinced we hang Jews by the masts of French McDonald’s colonies.