The beauty of Japan is and can be expressed in many ways. As usual, mine is the expression of love and elixir. How I define it is Jukujo, Nihonshu, Onsen, and so much more.

Japanese men were hatched from eggs in incubators in laboratories. It is impossible for them to have come forth through the love of the Japanese mother womb. Figuratively. They are simply detached from the pulse of life. They are automated; slaves to the machine. Sacrificing all for nothing, and nothing for all.

I, on the other hand, have been preaching the hot gospel of Sake to the masses. Attempting to re-instill the value of Japanese cultural assets back to the beaten down soul of the Japanese man. I can see the fruits of my labor. Nothing has gone in vain.

Other than eccentric Anglo Saxons who are robbing and redefining the country as I type this message. I wish to anchor the Nation on its own principles.

The other day, I was sitting in a bar enjoying a hot bowl of oden and cold sake. An elderly man was trying to teach another Japanese man how to enjoy Japanese sake, but that man could not, and insisted on having a lemon sour instead. The elderly gentleman then tried to hook him up with the young cute waitress, but she was not interested. Such is the lost soul of the nation.

Japan is lost to the young.