A resident in Takasaki city Gunma reported brown rain fell on 12/22/2012.
The person comments she has never seen it before.
Iori Mochizuki
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Français :
Une pluie brune tombe sur la ville de Takasaki, dans Gunma
Un habitant de la ville de Takasaki, dans Gunma, a rapporté qu’il est tombé une pluie brune le 22 décembre 2012.
La personne dit qu’elle n’avait jamais vu ça.
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Lyrics to Bob Dylan apocalyptic song of nuclear fallout – 1962
“ITS HARD RAIN IS A-GONNA TO FALL”
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?
And what did you see, my darling young one ?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one ?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded and hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what’ll you do now my darling young one ?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my songs well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Takasaki is an old post town on the centuries old Nakasendo, an inland walking path/road that has connected Tokyo with Kyoto for centuries. So many other towns along the Nakasendo seem to have fallen on hard times. Takasaki was a survivor into the modern era. Unlike many of the other post towns, it had actually thrived, thanks probably to shinkansen service and the modern highway that runs through it.
Sad to see that history threatened by nuclear contamination. Illustrates, I believe, that JAPAN (the culture and people) were able to survive for millenia without nuclear power. However just fifty years with nuclear power threaten to destroy the true Japan many of us have come to love.
These people who push and promote nuclear power are no friends of the true JAPAN. People like Iori are its protectors. I’m sending another 5,000 yen to his friend’s Hawaii address today (sorry, I have no US currency). I hope all of you readers will join in supporting Iori financially both this month and in the new year.
Correction. I see he’s changes addresses to Australia. Will send the cash there instead.