John Deane Potter

This misleading profile tells of the successful Japanese general who took Singapore in World War Two. As the author tells of that campaign, he is incredulous.
General Tomoyuki Yamashite had an ignominious post at the end of the War. He was in charge of the Philippines. His Japanese predecessor had taken a relaxed view of occupation with the Phillipines, but Yamashite had made his regime much more Japanese. It is this section of the book which needs more detail(extra chapters) and less speculation by the author who resorts to trial transcripts and to newspaper articles. Yamashite was tried as a war criminal for “declaring” Manila “an open city” and letting a much smaller Japanese naval force fight and destroy the city. The Americans and Filipinos had to fight their way in to clean out the city and to liberate it. Manila was the most destroyed city of World War Two except for Warsaw.
The author fails to understand an oral order of a commanding general need not be obeyed. The naval forces had an independent command structure. I wonder who saluted who in the Japanese military. After giving the “Manila open city” order, Yamashite went to a remote mountain resort where he began his last nine-month stand. During that time did he reissue his order? Did he bring the Navy’s insubordination to anyone’s attention in Japan? Did he inform the allies of his order? An “open city order” allows one military force to move out and another moves in. The Allies had to fight their way in.
While in the mountains Yamashite claimed he knew nothing about the massacre of 60,000 Filipinos. Yamashite claims he orally told his troops to be nice to native populations. Were there any written orders? Certainly, nothing that could be taken to Japan and shown to the Emperor. It seems, as the author skirts along, that Yamashite knew the sadistic attitudes of his junior officers and draftees. They killed – he let them go apeshit.
No orders – I was following Orders – I did not know what was happening. In 1945 war did not permit wholesale ethnic cleansing which arose from Yamashite’s orders, from his inaction or from his inattention. And the author: It is a pathetic writing to defend action weighing on the wrong scale of justice, someone who oversaw atrocities against civilians and the destruction of their capital city.


I’m an expert. I’ve observed fat and the decline of the human body as it muddles with extra pounds toward the ultimate rest.

I saw Hillary crumbled on nine-eleven. She went to the doctor. She could afford to lose 70 pounds. The argument that FAT IS A FEMINIST ISSUE should now read, FAT IS A HEALTH ISSUE for every female American. Hillary has now released medical records, her own, not a double’s records.

Don Trump has gone on a Talk Show with a doctor he would never hire. Doctor Oz is a Muslim. He should have been deported before his TV show started. Or, he should have been deported when Don Trump entered the race for president. Or, he should have been deported after Don Trump accepted the Republican nomination for President. Or, perhaps, Oz will be deported after Don Trump wins the election.

Doctor Oz has put off deportation. Based upon one page written by a Doctor, Oz does not know and opines about a body Oz has not seen. Oz says Don Trump is fit to be POTUS. Sounds like medical malpractice to me – grounds for deportation. This one page set of medical conclusions is suspect. Any old fat man in New York could get a similar one page document. Don Trump likely had two score men saying they would be his double for this medical examination. I don’t know whose body the one page text refers to – Don Trump, some errant white grunt or Doctor Oz.

The first noticeable health defect afflicting Don Trump is weight. He started this campaign weighing 285, and now looks like he’s pushing 325 pounds. That’s fatter than Hermann Goering, and Buddha happily sitting on a pedestal in a city square greeting people, and Mike Huckabee, or any Muslim – terrorist or otherwise.

Before the Mighty Oz, on paper Don lost 100 pounds, pounding the scales at 236. That’s a typo for 326. He admitted to Oz he had to lose 20 pounds, but if he’s at 236, he ought to be losing 40 pounds. Fat is fat.

Old, obese, adipose men are subject to heart disease and strokes. The cheering in the background is Mike Pense running for Vice President. If he wins he cannot be fired. His campaign slogan is: Trump 2016. Pense 2017.

It seems likely that Don Trump will release no further medical records, other than the one page opinion reviewed by an unqualified doctor. There is a slogan about that MD: That guy is a Muslim. He is a LOSER! Deport!

It seems likely that Don Trump is using a double to take his medical appointments and to campaign. First, all doubles use copious amounts of makeup – who knows if the fat man speaking before a group is Don Trump#1? #2? #3? #4? On the day that this one page report was produced, the double took off the makeup and he weighed 236. The real Don is much heavier.

When Don-of-a-Month-Ago gave a speech, he would gesticulate. He moved given fingers singularity and ensemble, of one hand or another, in geometric shapes – squares, straight lines, perhaps a diagonal and certainly many verticals (up and down like Hitler did).

Don-of-Today no longer makes geometric shapes. Perhaps he’s had a secret medical condition that limits his hand gestures. Instead his right thumb and right index finger are stuck together like they are glued. The significance of the circle may mean zero, or it may mean Don is trying to perfect his aim, or Don is bringing to the attention of the American people The Big O, or Don is indicating that he is a moving target. His left hand grips the rostrum, again stuck so he can’t move.

These differences in gesticulations are high suspect. Don’t be fooled. It’s 110 percent certain that Don has suffered a medical condition, or there are at least two Dons on the Republican campaign trail. Each uses different hand gestures.

There is no transparency with Trump close by. He is so gross, large, huge, yuge, humungous that Don blocks the sun. There is no light; no one can see anything.


Tom Hardy 2014

Since MAD MAX: The Fury Road, I’ve liked Tom Hardy. So I eagerly looked forward to LOCKE, a pre-Mad Max flick.

I got ten minutes into the movie. Through those minutes Hardy drives a car on city streets and on the Motorway, and he talks on the phone. Perhaps in Britain those activities are sophisticated and advance civilization. In California the CHP will give you a ticket.

One set of phone calls is to delay or change meetings and deliveries at a construction site. The accents were so pronounced in this film (“Not genteel,” as Eliza Doolittle might say), it is impossible to determine the reasonable of Tom Hardy’s complaints. I did not know Hardy was talking to a message machine until he left a message.

The second set of telephone calls are to home. Hardy will not arrive in time to see or watch something. If it is a fool football game, Hardy will be better off missing it. Statistics show that viewers who watch football games, with or without helmets, lose IQ points.

The final set of telephone calls return to the cement delivery problems at the construction site (the subject of the messages of the first set of calls). I don’t believe there was a problem because it is not that sort of movie. When cement is poured, the real question is how many bodies are tossed in, let alone the few workers who take a dive for a swim in the mix. Despite the accents I could tell no one was murdered. What sort of cement/construction movie was this?

I next wondered why I was watching a movie about a guy driving a car on the Motorway. I see that morning, noon and night on every freeway in California. I mentioned this “movie action” to a friend, who asked, “What’s there new about that?” And there is a final point: The dialogue was no good – mundane at best.