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Saturday, November 1, 2008

A retirement wish

An open letter to former Japanese Airforce General, Mr Toshio Tamogami:

Dear Sir,
The ShadowLands hopes that your long and happy retirement will give you some time to catch up on history. One story you might like to learn up on is the story of Vivian Bullwinkel, the nurse whose uniform (pictured) may still be viewed in the Australian War Memorial with bullet holes clearly visible.

On behalf of Vivian Bullwinkel, and thousands of others of Australians, shot, starved, beheaded, bayoneted, drowned, raped, enslaved, and otherwise ill-treated, the ShadowLands furthermore urges Australian customs officials to enter the name Toshio Tamogami into their computer system as being a person for whom cavity searches are mandatory procedure upon entry and exit to Australia, or any hotel rooms therein.

In the event that you never visit Australia, the ShadowLands humbly entreats you, Mr Tamogami, to go fuck yourself.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

As a Chinese-Canadian-American student of history, I applaud your sentiments. The Japanese government has never been sincere about recognizing the atrocities of the past. And with their whitewashed education system, the Japanese are ensuring their next generation to be ignorant as well.

Harrison

Anonymous said...

Explanatory Note from General “Tosh” Tamagochi:
“Those Americans! They did nothing until we attacked them. There we were, expanding our Greater Co-operative Pacific Economic Region through Korea, Manchuria, China and points south, minding our own business, when the Americans astonished us by doing nothing aggressive. This provoked great fear in our planners that they would do something aggressive later unless we did something pre-emptive sooner. Our sortie, a bedsheet-stripping dormitory raid on the barracks at pearl Harbour, caused a reaction way beyond the expected retaliatory water pistol and flour bombing of our encampments. Boy, do those guys ever bear grudges!
They gave us no peace for years afterwards, and just escalated the dispute all the way up to the Big A.
Bastards!