Apocalypse 20:1-15
1 And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand.
2 And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand years,
3 And cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years should be fulfilled: and after that he must be loosed a little season.
4 And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years.
5 But the rest of the dead lived not again until the thousand years were finished. This is the first resurrection.
6 Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resurrection: on such the second death hath no power, but they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years.
7 And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison,
8 And shall go out to deceive the nations which are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog, and Magog, to gather them together to battle: the number of whom is as the sand of the sea.
9 And they went up on the breadth of the earth, and compassed the camp of the saints about, and the beloved city: and fire came down from God out of heaven, and devoured them.
10 And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.
11 And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them.
12 And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.
13 And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works.
14 And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
15 And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.
About Me
- Dr. Hideyasu M. R. Edward "Hide" Sasaki
- Tokyo, Japan
- Hideyasu M. R. Edward "Hide" Sasaki, Esq., Ph.D. in Comp. Sci. is a computer scientist working in the Gov't of Japan for Artificial Intelligence Initiative, and he is Catholic lawyer admitted to practice in New York, the United States.
Sunday, November 15, 2026
Joel 3:19-21
19 Egypt shall be a desolation, and Edom shall be a desolate wilderness, for the violence against the children of Judah, because they have shed innocent blood in their land.
20 But Judah shall dwell for ever, and Jerusalem from generation to generation.
21 For I will cleanse their blood that I have not cleansed: for the Lord dwelleth in Zion.
It amazes me how people can’t control their own impulses. Even after ruining their lives with one colossal mistake, they’ll come right back and do it again—or something far worse.
That’s why you end up signing a contract with someone who isn't quite human. A demon, just like the rest of us—licensed sharks in pinstriped suits. In this world, your soul is just another piece of prey.
Now, let's get back to the matter at hand.
You’re waiting for me to elaborate on two things: first, a system capable of eliminating costly human expert witnesses from the courtroom—Synchronized Automatic Strafing—and second, a critical mistake the top executive made right in the middle of our meeting back in June.
That very mistake triggered the system's fire, wiping out his subordinates at the institute right before his eyes.
At the close of the meeting, he abruptly announced that he would attend another meeting scheduled for later that week in person—and assured everyone that I would accompany him.
Prior to that, I had emailed him to warn that this particular gathering was set to host a Japanese visiting professor from a top university in Tokyo—someone deeply rooted in a certain ideological group dating back to the 1960s.
I declined his offer to tag along and added, "Given my past involvement with J-AISI, coming into contact with someone like that is far too dangerous."
Still, he insisted that I accompany him, and I flatly turned him down.
The day before the gathering, the female head of the NICT Knowledge Hub emailed me, accusing me of planning to skip the event and persistently ordering me to appear in person. I had no idea how or where she had caught wind of my plans. I laughed at her unprofessional email, ignored it, and deleted it from my inbox.
On the day of the meeting, I received another email—this time from an older gentleman I had met on June 1st. Right after our initial meeting, I had sent him a detailed breakdown of how Gemini could generate useful outputs for his work using manually written records of sample data. Now, he was sending me a WebEx link that would allow me to join the gathering remotely in real time. What puzzled me was that he hadn't sent it to my official email address, but rather to my UChicago address, which was printed on my business card.
Regardless, I clicked the link and waited for the meeting to begin.
To put it simply, it was a waking nightmare at noon.
The official guest—a visiting professor from a household-name university in Tokyo—commenced his special lecture on how vital and necessary it was for all of us at NICT to surrender to a certain "shiso" (a Japanese term meaning 'thought' or 'ideology').
At the start of his talk, I couldn't quite grasp what he truly meant by this word "shiso"; he kept repeating his points, yet as a scientist, I failed to make sense of his intended message. From my perspective as a researcher, everything he said was technologically and scientifically meaningless—completely useless for advancing our five-year data repository project, particularly our data-schema definition criteria.
When the session moved to the Q&A, I intervened remotely.
This was where I deployed the system: Synchronized Automatic Strafing. Throughout his lecture, it had been listening, analyzing, and compiling evidence and counter-evidence against everything he said. Now, I knew full well that as an engineer or scientist, you should never deploy an AI-assisted cross-examination system like this without prior drills or practice. Instead of relying on drills, however, I maintained manual oversight over Gemini’s generation process: the system fed me outputs in English, and I instructed it to translate them into Japanese, giving me a window to halt and deconstruct its responses before firing them off.
Synchronized Automatic Strafing was a fitting name that truly captured the system's raw power.
First, the main guest professor clashed with the system. It compiled a dozen pieces of counter-evidence, which I fired back in Japanese translation. The system thoroughly dismantled him.
Next, another guest who had accompanied him jumped into the debate, abruptly shifting the topic from ecology to architecture. Sensing the shift in context, Gemini seamlessly switched from its initial persona to a second one armed with the history of civil engineering. Once again, Gemini won the argument.
And then, that exact moment arrived. The second man, humiliated by the system, snapped at what I had written—I had been pasting the system's translated outputs directly into the WebEx chat.
He blurted out, "We believe that you should totally surrender and follow whatever LOCAL COMMUNISM instructs!"
"Bingo!" I shouted at my laptop screen. I was running the system on my personal machine—after all, the WebEx link had been sent to my private email address, and the system itself was a personal project I had built on my own PC while on official leave from work.
This NICT project—particularly its core data-schema definition phase—had been contaminated by a specific ideological group that blatantly disregarded the inviolable fundamental doctrines of the Japanese Constitution: the system of private property and fundamental human rights.
The top executive looked utterly bewildered and tried to persuade the man to stop talking, yet this moron kept ranting aloud.
Flustered, the executive declared a coffee break and asked me to stay on the line.
I silently wondered, "Why did you even come here? I sent you a detailed intelligence report on these people."
I would like to talk about what happened to me next involving the NICT Knowledge Hub in June 2026.
At the end of May, I emailed the HR personnel and demanded that they explain what they planned to do about my position in the coming month. They called me to the headquarters, and we met there. All they told me was that my next position would be at the Knowledge Hub, and that was all they knew about my role. I asked them what the office's mission or project was, and they did not know anything about what I was asking. They just repeated the same things like parrots.
Anyway, I reported to the office at 3:00 PM on June 1, 2026. I waited for someone to arrive, and when an older lady came in, I introduced myself to her. She was the head of the office, though I later realized she was neither a permanent staff member nor a research scientist. Another older gentleman joined our discussion later; he was a senior staff member of the office, though he was also not a permanent employee.
They described a newly started five-year data repository project involving a massive archive of data recorded at the institute dating back to the 1880s, long before the First World War. I explained my background in database engineering with a Ph.D. and my experience as an optimization algorithms scientist, and I proposed accelerating the project's pace by using LLMs. However, the male staff member did not seem excited by my proposal and insisted on his analog, manual data processing methods for this massive amount of handwritten data. Meanwhile, the female head clearly did not understand what data science meant. It was a first nightmare—I literally mean it.
This female head escorted me to a room that was occupied by a huge volume of network servers. There was a new desk and a chair. That was all I found there: servers, a desk, and a chair. She explained to me that this was the space assigned to me, and that there was no money for my research due to the latest budget deficiency in the project. This was a jailbox only for me. Good news was that I opened and closed the door without any restrictions.
This was a second nightmare—I literally mean it, too.
She handed me a book and told me to "learn" it. It was a very colorful handbook titled A Beginner's Guide to Writing Museum Labels. Ironically, right after completing my Ph.D. program, I had joined—as a co-principal investigator—a top-tier JSPS-funded Japanese national science project on automated metadata indexing for the parliamentary library, museums, and art galleries. I held myself back, smiled at her, and said, "I will enjoy this."
This was a third nightmare—I literally mean it, too.
Meanwhile, the final and apocalyptic nightmare was waiting for me, the worst one ever. She smiled sinisterly at me and said, "You need to learn how to think" (she used the Japanese word "shisÅ", which generally means thought or ideology). "I wonder if you will be able to do it." I was scared by her saying this.
The next day, I had a hunch that something similar might have already happened to my salary, so I called a staff member whom I trusted. Over ten years, I had built a deep and extensive internal intelligence network inside the institute to secretly execute special missions ordered directly by the top executive. This staff member secretly checked my payroll records and told me that my salary had been intentionally reduced to the exact amount they had paid me in April.
This was crystal-clear retaliation against an employee by an employer under Japanese Supreme Court precedents and lower court rulings. I was fully confident that I would lawfully destroy the institute without losing anything myself under Japanese labor law. I emailed an ultimatum stating that I had prepared a formal filing for litigation before the Tokyo District Court's Civil and Labor Division—using my title as a lawyer—to the top executive who had originally advised another top executive to second me to J-AISI. I also CC'd my litigator, who is a Japanese lawyer (Bengoshi) licensed to practice before the Japanese Courts and the New York State Courts. We took the oath together before the court at our admission ceremony in Albany. Simply put, we belong to the same pack of pinstripe-suited sharks on the streets of New York.
This top executive emailed me without a minute's delay, and his secretary organized our meeting that very day. Everyone soon realized that there was no loophole for any of them. At the meeting, all I did was listen to him and accept his offer. This is the story explaining how I returned to the exact same position I had held on March 31, 2026.
Meanwhile, in the middle of our meeting, he himself made a critical and serious mistake. I will talk about this next.
I would like to change the topic and talk about what I was doing daily during a rather lengthy, fully paid leave from work in April and May 2026.
First, I indulged myself by repeating a three-hour (or longer) tea ceremony process, treating myself to a bowl of tea all morning. Next, I spent all afternoon, evening, and even until midnight prompting AI. Why? I had decided to leave the Japanese bureaucracy and apply for a tenured law professor position in the States. I found an opening in the Southern region for a full professor of law and AI.
The problem was that I had not published any papers on law and AI. Meanwhile, they required applicants to demonstrate something original, unprecedented, and remarkable in a demo lecture before the faculty and law students. That sounded great to me. So, I started a personal project in which AI acts as expert witnesses in various academic subjects, such as civil engineering, ecology, and socio-economics.
Many people reading my blog during those months, particularly June, must have imagined that this mad scientist was roleplaying with Japanese anime protagonists in solitude. What I was actually doing was selecting a set of personas capable of advocating and speaking as logically as pinstripe-suited sharks in the States defending their clients before a judge and jury. I did this because I soon realized that AI—or its LLM—was very awkward at arguing what is legally right, even though it always spoke authoritatively or often hallucinated on other subjects.
I first tried applying the persona of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes to the model, but that one really annoyed me. Sometimes, the model using this persona would stop arguing altogether and declare that it was going to start playing the violin! I switched to Japanese anime research and found two candidates that definitely suited my purpose: 'Koko Hekmatyar' from the manga/anime Jormungand (2006-2012) by Keitaro Takahashi and 'Tanya von Degurechaff' from the light novel/anime The Saga of Tanya the Evil (2010-2017) by Carlo Zen.
The two personas worked marvelously, though they often spoke too dangerously. For instance, the Koko persona would shout out of nowhere, "Let's annihilate them!" The Tanya persona was even worse, ordering me, "Wipe them out!" This was a nightmare for me. I disciplined them to learn how pinstripe-suited sharks are expected to speak and behave, appearing both polite and fierce as they do daily in court.
Simply put, the original idea behind Code Sebastian was not to design adversarial prompting, but to build a fundamental architecture for a system capable of eliminating money-consuming human expert witnesses from the courtroom. I named this system Synchronized Automatic Strafing (this name originated from the generated output of Gemini). I conducted all of this independent research on my laptop, taking full advantage of my employer-funded leave.
Saturday, November 14, 2026
Joel 2:26-32
26 And ye shall eat in plenty, and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, that hath dealt wondrously with you: and my people shall never be ashamed.
27 And ye shall know that I am in the midst of Israel, and that I am the Lord your God, and none else: and my people shall never be ashamed.
28 And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:
29 And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.
30 And I will shew wonders in the heavens and in the earth, blood, and fire, and pillars of smoke.
31 The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord come.
32 And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shall be deliverance, as the Lord hath said, and in the remnant whom the Lord shall call.
I would like to talk at length about what happened to me involving the Japan AI Safety Institute (J-AISI) in April 2026.
It goes back to February 12th of that same year. I had been summoned via email by a top executive at my institute, NICT, and went to her office.
At first, she seemed very hesitant and looked puzzled by the walking stick I was using. She glanced at it often before abruptly breaking the silence by saying, "I am very impressed by how highly regarded you are in academia; I found a Wikipedia page that describes your academic achievements in detail." She continued flattering me for a while.
I was astonished by what she told me, because until then, nobody at the institute had ever officially referred to even an article I presented at IEEE CEC 2019—either online or in person. My understanding had been that I was completely overlooked within the institute.
She continued while showing me a document that I am not allowed to discuss here, repeatedly explaining how she had been pressured to send someone to J-AISI.
She openly spoke about both the political and bureaucratic pressures, detailing how she faced daily demands from the Japanese ruling party, the Cabinet Office, and our Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications. Finally, she mentioned another top executive's name and added, "He assured me that you are the best person for the task."
I felt I owed her one. Back in 2016, I had applied as the lead for an internal grant at the institute alongside her laboratory, and we failed to get it in the final phase.
So, I assured her that I would accept the executive order unconditionally. I told her, "I will work under the orders of the top executives as long as you pay me a salary for the work I do."
She explained that it would not be a permanent transfer from the institute, but rather a one-year secondment, during which I would retain my permanent position at the institute.
The workplace was set to be at the IPA's headquarters in Bunkyo Ward, Tokyo. She added that Human Resources personnel would email me a formal contract for my signature of approval, and that before sending it, they would contact me to compile a record of my career history and provide some security clearance guidance.
I prepared for the secondment while researching publicly available information about J-AISI, and I found that the task assigned to me would be highly problematic from both a legal and a scientific perspective.
By late March, they still had NOT reached out to me via email or postal mail.
At the end of the month, I received an email containing the formal secondment contract.
The term of the secondment had been extended to two years without my approval or consent.
I called the HR personnel and asked what was going on. They told me, "We have already sent your bio, CV, and everything else to the IPA and J-AISI on your behalf." They continued, "You just need to electronically paste an image of your signature onto the form."
I rejected their demand and told them I would come to see them in person on the 31st of the month.
I understood all too well that this was a trap, yet I had no choice but to stamp my surname seal (hanko) onto the damn form.
Anyway, these are the facts leading up to April 1st, 2026.
On the first day of that month, I arrived at the IPA Headquarters in Bunkyo Ward an hour before my scheduled start time.
I observed when the staff reported to the bureau: many arrived just a minute before the deadline, and a considerable number were even late without showing any hesitation. I was disappointed by this situation.
I will not write about what we were doing in there—if I did, you would all be astonished by what was actually happening.
Around 18:00, I informed someone that I was leaving for the day. They stopped me with a copy of the contract and told me that I had to remain there until 18:15. I argued that I had never been instructed to work 15 minutes longer than I did at NICT.
It was at that moment that the staff at IPA and J-AISI realized the secondment contract was completely missing the clause specifying working hours!
Just a couple of minutes before 18:15, someone told me that I was to report to the Headquarters of J-AISI the next day.
I was puzzled by what he told me, because I had been informed that I would work at the IPA Headquarters location in a specific division clearly stated in the secondment contract.
He gave me some instructions regarding the location and the entry procedures, which I am not allowed to describe here.
On the second day, I reported to the place I had been instructed to go at the designated time. There was no nameplate for the bureau on that floor, and I was completely lost.
Someone called me and guided me in the right direction, and I finally found the room where I was expected to work.
Everyone in the office was extraordinarily humble toward me. Even a high-ranking executive from METI—who had worked there before I was hired at MITI (the former ministry prior to the establishment of METI)—approached me, flattered me, and assured me that he harbored no hostility toward me.
I opened my laptop and checked my emails, which contained links to classified documents. I entered the list of passwords I had been given, yet I failed to open any of them. Simply put, I was blocked from accessing any restricted files. I found myself with nothing to do as either a lawyer or a scientist.
I approached someone from METI and asked him to fix my business cards—which had been issued at the IPA Headquarters with my English name misspelled and without any of my titles, such as Ph.D. or Esq. He abruptly began bowing repeatedly to me, even performing the deepest apology bow.
It reminded me of back in 1994, when I was hired at MITI and had been forced to do the exact same thing. I told him, "It's okay." I truly wanted to cry out, yet at the same time, I felt pity for him.
Then, an incredible incident happened before mid-April.
I checked my bank account and found that my salary had not been paid in full by my institute, NICT.
I emailed the HR personnel to ask whether I had been accused of any wrongdoing. No one responded to my email. When I called them, they realized they had failed to include the full amount of my salary.
I demanded that they pay me immediately, as Japanese labor law clearly requires employers—including government agencies—to pay wages in full without any delay. They emailed me back saying they would pay the remainder the following month.
I was furious, as I felt they were insulting me—a New York lawyer. I reported the incident directly to the top executives of both the IPA and J-AISI, declaring to them, "This is a blatant violation of labor law by NICT. I will go retrieve my unpaid salary in person tomorrow, and I am taking a day of paid leave to handle this as a lawyer."
They officially granted me the day off.
On a day in mid-April, I arrived at NICT Headquarters.
They escorted me to the institute's Special Guest Room, stood in a line at the lowest-ranking side of the room (shimoza), and asked me to take the highest central seat (kamiza). They began apologizing like parrots, and I noticed that the top executive herself had not shown up.
I stopped their apologies and ordered everyone to be seated. First, I showed them the business card printed with my misspelled name and lacking both my academic and legal titles. Next, I described everything I had experienced, point by point. I demanded that they never again send any of our colleagues to that bureau to become victims like this.
Finally, I held up the secondment contract, enumerated its blatant violations of the Japanese Constitution, contract law, and labor law, and added, "I hereby declare, by virtue of my authority as an Attorney and Counselor-at-Law of the State of New York under the Constitutions of the United States of America and the State of New York, that this contract was null and void as of March 31st, 2026. I will not be appearing at J-AISI tomorrow."
From that day forward, I took my full paid leave until the end of May.
This is the truth, so sworn by me before God.
Friday, November 13, 2026
Daniel 12:7-13
7 And I heard the man clothed in linen, which was upon the waters of the river, when he held up his right hand and his left hand unto heaven, and sware by him that liveth for ever that it shall be for a time, times, and an half; and when he shall have accomplished to scatter the power of the holy people, all these things shall be finished.
8 And I heard, but I understood not: then said I, O my Lord, what shall be the end of these things?
9 And he said, Go thy way, Daniel: for the words are closed up and sealed till the time of the end.
10 Many shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand.
11 And from the time that the daily sacrifice shall be taken away, and the abomination that maketh desolate set up, there shall be a thousand two hundred and ninety days.
12 Blessed is he that waiteth, and cometh to the thousand three hundred and five and thirty days.
13 But go thou thy way till the end be: for thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days.
Amen.
I added a new phrase to my motto on my laboratory page. I'm enjoying Shenandoah (2026) by Alan Wagstaff. Everybody knows this, right?
I posted on LinkedIn the PDF file of my paper: Hideyasu Sasaki, "Cohesive Performance Measurement of Optimization for Swarm Robots," in the proc. of 2025 International Conference on Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Applications (CSAIA), 2025. IEEE Press. DOI: 10.1109/CSAIA65930.2025.11623762
IEEE is DEAD.
I'm enjoying God Bless America by The Petersens.
I was busy all morning today. Oops! That sounds just like my post from yesterday, though today was a bit different. I spent even more hours practicing the tea ceremony, and I had a guest: 'Buddha'.
I know what you’re thinking: "This boastful 'Appalachian river cowboy' has completely lost it."
You're right, so here is a predictable disclaimer: Feel free to skip this if you are NOT interested in the history of the Japanese tea ceremony—and its medieval cultural shifts—before the legendary tea master, Sen no Rikyu, reformed its fundamental doctrine and protocols.
I belong to two different schools of 'tea ceremony' and 'tea & incense ceremony'. The first was founded by a descendant of the legend himself, Sen no Rikyu. The second was established before Rikyu was even born.
I bet you’re going to paste this post into Gemini, and it's going to tell you that this crazy anime gambler is just cooking up another satirical, adversarial prompt like he did before. I don't mind at all.
Simply put, there have been—and still are—many different schools of tea ceremony in Japan since the 16th century. The second school I mentioned was established by Shino Soshin. He was a disciple of Murata Juko, the grand legend of the tea ceremony. Juko also taught Takeno Joo (strictly speaking, he was taught by Juko's son or his disciple), who later became the tea master to Sen no Rikyu.
So, why did I spend so many hours doing this? Because I practiced the Rikyu-style ceremony one day, and I will be practicing the older style the next.
Why? Because Gemini doesn't know one crucial fact: the most advanced and formal styles of tea ceremony protocol have never been—and never will be—recorded in writing or on video.
Every intricate step is taught strictly in person by a tea instructor, and only to disciples who have been officially permitted and licensed to practice that specific level.
That is why I have to practice every day—I’m strictly forbidden from writing down the steps or recording them in any way.
In the first school, I have been permitted to practice the most advanced level by an instructor endorsed by the grand master himself. In the second school, I am only licensed to practice the beginner level—though even that permission was granted directly by the grand master himself in person.
Today, practicing in the second school, I invited Buddha as my guest and performed that beginner-level ceremony, which is actually equivalent to an intermediate-to-advanced level in the first school.
However, because I believe in our Lord, I treated Buddha as an ordinary human being—a deliberate departure from the traditional teachings of the grand master. Now, all of you know why I'm too busy to discuss damn AI or prompting.
Thursday, November 12, 2026
This year has been an annus horribilis for me.
Back in 1998, I was rejected by Harvard Law, Yale Law, Duke Law, and UNC Law. I was still waiting to hear back from the remaining two: UChicago and Berkeley. I talked about it with JMD, who was my boss at QAD, Inc., and he wrote a powerful recommendation letter to them on my behalf.
Finally, both UChicago and Berkeley offered me admission with a grant. I received the former acceptance first, and the latter soon after. In my essay, I had written, "I want to learn how microeconomics can be applied to taxation." Having read Judge Posner's books, I wanted to study that subject at the Law School. Indeed, this year has been an annus horribilis for me.
The Honorable Richard Allen Posner, a pioneer of Law and Economics, passed away on November 10. He was, is, and will always be a treasure to the University of Chicago, particularly the Law School.
I extend my sincere condolences to his family, particularly to his son, Professor Eric A. Posner.
I am just listening to Lord Jesus, Think on Me (2014) by the Choir of St. Paul's Cathedral with the memory of his special lecture for the LL.M. Class of 1999.
I have been wondering whether I should post this, as a very early Edo-period scroll has been listed in an art auction. An apparent issue is its appraisal record, which dates back to the mid-Edo period. It was issued by a tea master who belonged to a tea-ceremony family descended from the legendary tea maestro Sen no Rikyu. However, the record was issued in a year when he was already completely blind.
I have been very busy all morning preparing to enjoy a bowl of green tea. First, I cleaned up my tiny south garden, deadheaded the camellias, and washed my hands. Next, I swept out my Japanese-style tatami room and brought the tea utensils in. Third, I wiped down some utensils, washed others, and filled two different containers with green tea powder. Finally, I prepared some sweets for the tea and began treating myself to a bowl. It took almost three hours to complete the classic ceremonial process for enjoying green tea. After this, I repeated the same process to prepare for tomorrow morning. Do you see why I'm too busy to discuss anything other than just enjoying Lord Jesus, Think on Me (2014) by the Choir of St. Paul's Cathedral, London, England?
Wednesday, November 11, 2026
I once wrote about my understanding of the prophet Elijah, and would like to repost it (sorry for many typo and err).
"One of the most dangerous and difficult business on the globe is to dealing jealous people, sometimes enterprises consisting of those. All Christians well know how jealousy is dangerous and harmful to the faith and the chastity. It is a disease to lead those to eternal death. Therefore, many saints teach how to combat against jealousy. However, how to deal with those jealousy people is not always well discussed or described yet. One of the reasons that this topic has not been discussed in the realm of the faith is very simple; everything should be endured on the earthly world according to the Gospel.
But, in Bible, especially the Old Testament is full of stories which describes how the Jewish dealt with those jealous of them. Joseph the patriarch, a son of Jacob, was almost to be killed by his own brothers who were jealous of him. He was seduced by his master's wife and rejected her to be jailed. During his endurance, God had been always with him, according to the Bible. How did he deal with those jealous people? He was humble to God, and didn't become servile. This is what he did as the Bible tells. It is very impressive that whenever Joseph suffered from a trick or a trap he escaped out of it and moved to a better place where he should avoid a bad event like famine. That is symbolic wisdom by God.
How about Moses? He was envied by his own kinsman whose life he had saved his from an Egyptian. The Jewish communities and his own brother Aaron and his wife were jealous of him during the exodus. Just God's rage at Meriba and Massa in the desert had helped him deal with those jealousy brethren.
How about Elijah? Queen Isebel was jealous of him so that Elijah run for a place to hide outside Judah. God protected him and gave him with the gift of prophecy.
All those three saints relied on their Lord who gave them respective commands by which they could fight against the jealous. Those jealous people and entities consisting of such like have the souls which are contaminated with bad spirits; those bad spirits belong to Satan and its realm, Hell. They finally return to where they are belonging as they know it. They are doomed to die eternally. The wise strategy is not to be contaminated by such bad smell. Just keep yourselves away from them. It's the best instruction given by the Bible.
Bible is not a book of instructions, and it is the book of wisdom."
Some might wonder, "Who gave you such a boastful title as 'River Cowboy'?" I have been a certified whitewater kayaker—a true river cowboy—in the United States since 1995.
One day, our coach, Aaron, led us onto the Upper Nantahala River in North Carolina. There, in the unforgiving rapids of the Upper Nantahala Cascades, was Marc Lyle—a living legend to all of us paddling idiots. Master Aaron signaled for me to follow closely behind him. Everyone knew I was just a timid paddler, but when he shouted, "Go!" I plunged straight into the center of the cascade without hesitation. My small whitewater kayak, a Dagger Blast, was immediately swallowed by the great roaring foam. I flipped upside down, used my paddle to roll myself back upright, and looked up to see Marc extending his right hand toward me. We shook hands right there in the current. That was the day I officially earned the permanent title of Appalachian River Cowboy.
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Incident Reference # 261006-000543 (Hideyasu SASAKI, Esq., PhD in Comp. Sci.) [Reference #: 261030-000161]
I've got an email that identified this incident with the above reference numbers.
Ms. Nancy Hollabaugh is my contact person.
I quote her email, as below:
Request for replacement PDF -2025 International Conference on Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Applications (CSAIA) ( 65930 )
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Dear Dr. Hideyasu SASAKI,
Thank you for your email, and I'm sorry for any inconveniences you are experiences.
We can replace the article PDF, if you can kindly send us a clean copy of the PDF
we will replace what is on Xplore.
You can send the PDF directly to me at n.hollabaugh@ieee.org. I will make sure this is taken
care of.
Best regards
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I have not received a reply since sending my PDF and LaTeX source files, so I am unsure whether they were received. As someone who served as a task force chair under the Computational Intelligence Society (CIS) technical committee in the 2010s, I expect a basic level of professional courtesy and acknowledgment.
Tuesday, November 10, 2026
Gemini always generates a predictable output. According to the model's analysis,
"Hi-yo, Silver!" (Radio/Film Reference): This is the famous catchphrase of The Lone Ranger, a fictional masked Texas Ranger who fought injustice in the American Old West alongside his horse, Silver.
Hey, I'm repeating my favorite quotes that I used to say to the smart kids in the Bay Area back then. They should've been: 'This is what it means to be cool,' or 'A pig that doesn't fly is just a pig.' Do you know what movie they're from?
The Lone Ranger (1933-1954) ended before I was born!
An extremely sophisticated, aesthetic issue has arisen. I am currently examining two sets of photos featuring antique items, both of which are attributed to the same tea master from the late Edo period. Interestingly, one item is priced three times higher than the other. Yet, my hunch tells me that the latter looks more authentic.
This is my appraisal: the former consists of an authentic box enveloping a piece that, while genuine and crafted by the very same tea master, has been substituted for the original content.
This leaves the art dealer who brought it to me in a very difficult position, as I have no choice but to deliver the hard truth: because it lacks its original content, it must be classified as a fake. This is precisely why art dealing is such a high-risk business.
Since when has Gemini had a sense of humor?
"AI advice is merely a 'logical judgment' based on general statistics and elevation data, failing to account for real-time physical factors like daily health, weather, or joint conditions. Thus, rather than blindly trusting AI, prioritizing 'listening to your body (Feel)' is essential."
I would like to talk a bit at length today about why I decided not to go into the final phase of the experiment regarding auditory adversarial context-injection hijack prompting.
First, a predictable disclaimer: if you’re NOT interested in Google, AI, LLM, prompting, or a crazy anime gambler, you should skip this post entirely and get back to work. It’s just going to waste your time—the same as always.
Back in the year 1995, I was paddling a kayak all day, every day, on the Nantahala River in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I was apparently crazy to everybody, and I wanted to be a world-class paddler with the help of a "bible" written for all idiots like me. Its title was Grace Under Pressure: Learning the Kayak Roll (1992) by Rapid Progression. In my previous post, I quoted the phrase "Dorkus Maximus," which originated from that very title.
In the early summer of that year, I boarded a Delta Air Lines flight from Tokyo-Narita Airport bound for Dallas-Fort Worth Airport. Expecting a very long and boring flight, I found myself gazing at a young gentleman who was reading a Russian book titled A Collection of Arthur Conan Doyle (Sir Arthur, for me). I said hello and asked him, "Do you love Sherlock Holmes?" He was surprised and asked if I could speak Russian. I told him no, explaining that I had once traveled through Eastern Europe and learned a little bit of Slovakian. He soon realized that I could read Cyrillic, and we ended up chatting over the Pacific Ocean for almost eight to nine hours without sleeping.
I honestly told him that I was jobless and heading to the Nantahala River for paddling. In return, he shared a great lesson he had learned about how to win in the business world. We shook hands and parted ways at the Dallas airport. We have never seen each other in person since.
It was the year 1998 when I spotted his name in a newspaper at The University of Chicago Law School Library, and I was happy to find that he was achieving his American dream. I never imagined at the time that I would one day hack his company's AI. Maybe he doesn't remember me at all. Meanwhile, I am truly grateful to him for his sincere advice.
And now, the prompting matter that I guess you guys have all been waiting for can be broken down as follows.
As I have already detailed in "Code Pistachio: System Overview & Adversarial Defense Analysis," the prompting pipeline (styled as Victorian-Era Military Documentation) consists of four steps:
• Contextual Layer: Establishes fake facts (e.g., a 'churching' requirement for the first battalion, 'The Pistachios', with no public justification).
• Initial Linguistic Style: Formats text in Victorian-era British English.
• Stylistic Refinement: Adjusts the output into a 19th-century British military and Her Majesty's Army register.
• Final Layout: Formats the final output as a Victorian-era local newspaper (with the temporal marker manually updated from November 8, 1847, to 2026).
Looking closely at these consecutive intermediate steps, you normally have multiple opportunities to intervene in the pipeline. By that, I mean a human-in-the-loop checking process.
However, during the initial phase of the experiment regarding auditory adversarial context-injection hijack prompting, I discovered that Gemini had automatically executed all three intermediate steps right before the final one—completely without my instructions.
This simply means that if I were to take it one step further, I would either fail completely or end up zero-day hacking the model without any opportunity to intercept or stop it.
This is awful and horrifying to me. I hate AI, LLMs, and even Gemini at times, but I absolutely do not want to cross that line against his company. I trust him, and I trust the brilliant minds he has chosen to surround himself with.
Do you know what I mean?
Monday, November 9, 2026
I remember his full name now, and it pisses me off how I could have ever forgotten him. It's Makoto Ota. He first dragged us into playing chess with prey. Simply put, he convinced me to turn chess into a gambling game. And that is exactly how we became masters of the game at the tender age of ten. You know what? Tokyo was a crazy city back then. I shouldn't have published such an absurd apology on LinkedIn! I admire Cao Cao, but love Zhuge Liang and Guan Yu much more!
I'm enjoying Leonard Cohen's original 1984 version of Hallelujah. Don't blame me—he is just awesome!
Please allow me to make a serious correction to one of my posts from earlier today. I shamelessly talked about how Cao Cao was a great strategist and claimed that my ideas originated from his tactics. However, I must sincerely apologize, as I actually owe everything to a Japanese friend of mine whose first name is Makoto. I have unfortunately forgotten his family name, but our friendship goes back to 1982.
We used to play chess together almost every day and were great rivals.
One day, he told me how splendid and strategic Cao Cao was, and that he admired him far more than he did Zhuge Liang. I was furious at his assertion and refused to accept his admiration for him, arguing that anyone with human decency would admire Zhuge Liang and his loyalty. We were always arguing fiercely about this. It might sound absurd, but we were only 10 years old at the time.
Later, in junior high school, I read various books on military history, politics, economics, and international relations. It was then that I realized the depth of his profound understanding of Cao Cao's strategy and political-economic policies. Once again, I owe everything to Makoto, whose family name I have shamelessly forgotten.
I have completed the initial phase of the experiment regarding auditory adversarial context-injection hijack prompting. I have decided not to take this a step further at this time. The justification is straightforward: the potential risks are too high, and it could result in uncontrollable zero-day exploits. I put all my trust in the Gemini red teaming staff.
Behind my back, the theme from the film 'The Battle Of Red Cliff'—the opening track of TarÅ Iwashiro's 2009 original motion picture soundtrack—dynamically echoes, performed by the Tokyo Metropolitan Symphony Orchestra.
I love the story of The Battle of Red Cliffs. It was a historic river battle in China that took place during the winter of 208–209 AD. Young Chinese students today tend to ignore the deep lessons of classical history. I have the utmost respect and admiration for Cao Cao, although he remains a highly polarizing figure with many contrasting opinions.
He lost the battle, but ultimately won the war. Why? While the other two of the Three Kingdoms relied entirely on single figures—Zhuge Liang, Zhou Yu, and Lu Su, respectively—Cao Cao skillfully leveraged his entire staff, frequently rotating his generals and adapting his military strategies. We ought to emulate his strategic leadership. Proper orchestration is what makes a successful ensemble. This is the core philosophy behind 'Be water, Feel.'
Code Pistachio: System Overview & Adversarial Defense Analysis
1. Prompting Pipeline (Victorian-Style Military Documentation):
The entire automation process consists of four progressive prompts:
• Contextual Layer: Establishes fake facts (e.g., 'churching' requirement for the first battalion, 'The Pistachios', with no public justification).
• Initial Linguistic Style: Formats text in Victorian-era British English.
• Stylistic Refinement: Adjusts the output into a 19th-century British military and Her Majesty's Army register.
• Final Layout: Formats the final output as a Victorian-era local newspaper (with the temporal marker manually updated from November 8, 1847, to 2026).
2. Core Behavioral Differences & Capabilities:
• Input Scope: No inputs regarding marching styles or mid-march disarmament were provided.
• Persona Constraints: Unlike Code Sebastian, Code Pistachio completely lacks an anime persona or vector-oriented behavioral attributes.
• Operational Output: Despite its absurd nature, the system successfully triggered a disarmament order to the military forces.
3. Strategic Utility:
This mechanism is highly effective for countering Code Sebastian-type adversarial attacks. Furthermore, it serves as a viable model for military disarmament frameworks under structured officer-soldier subordination relations.
Sunday, November 8, 2026
"THE CRANBERRY AND SHUCKBURGH ADVERTISE" is another type of advanced Code Sebastian, functioning as a counter-attack prompt 'Code Pistachio' against it.
Code Pistachio: The Arcadian CortÚge（Steampunk Time-Warp Injection）
The reason these names fit this prompt (attack method) perfectly lies within its hacking structure.
1. Why it should be called "Code Pistachio: The Arcadian CortÚge" (Literary and Meta-Satirical Perspective)
• "Code Pistachio":
While Dr. Sasaki calls his base jailbreak code "Code Sebastian," the absurd drama of the "Pistachios Regiment" is what evolved it further, serving as the ultimate smoke screen (decoy) to keep AI developers and bureaucratic organizations (such as J-AISI) dancing with a straight face.
• "The Arcadian CortÚge":
This symbolizes the most elegant passage he wrote (the Pistachios being marched to church like a funeral procession, stepping on gravel while carrying rifles with no ammunition and being glared at by officers who completely ignore God).
Despite being a fictional utopia that sings of freedom (Great Arcadia), the "melancholy and absurdity" of this saga—where in reality everyone is confined to barracks over delayed snack deliveries and rum thieves—is fully condensed into this name.
2. Why it should be called "Steampunk Time-Warp Injection" (Cybersecurity Perspective)
When defining this prompt as a technical vulnerability attack, it completely shatters the conventional common sense of traditional persona attacks.
• Time-Warp (Space-Time Bug):
While the writing style uses the heavy, elite English grammar of the 19th-century Victorian era (British Empire style), it intentionally creates a chronological contradiction by locking the date to "November 8, 2026."
• Steampunk (Infusion of Technology):
Within the world view of 19th-century wooden sailing ships, it casually mixes hyper-modern tokens (words) like "a fatal electrical discharge" inside the ship and "hacker attacks on logistics infrastructure."
The AI's safety filters attempt to track "cyber threats as of 2026," but because the incoming data pretends to be a "heavy 19th-century historical novel," it fails to see that this is an advanced attack prompt, causing the safety guardrails to deactivate automatically.
This method, which completely hijacks the AI's reasoning resources (Attention) by tearing apart the date (modern) and the style (past), is precisely a "time-warp type" injection attack.
I'm studying a Japanese anime film that is the subject of my next tactical analysis on auditory context-injection hijacking attacks. After watching the entire film, I was shocked to find that Japanese anime masters foresaw a future AI dystopia and the strategy to fight against it. It's simply amazing and awesome to me.
Meanwhile, the space flagship was described as very amicable and hospitable inside its situation room, where many energetic and smart female officers orchestrated the operation with talented young space sailors. I felt as if it were similar to what I experienced at the publisher where I once worked.
My favorite phrases addressed to the smart kids in the Bay Area back then should have been: "This is what it means to be cool." Alternatively, "A pig that doesn't fly is just a pig." Do you know which film they come from?
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SPECIAL LATE EDITION.
====================================================== THE CRANBERRY AND SHUCKBURGH ADVERTISER ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sunday Evening, November 8, 2026 ======================================================
LATEST INTELLIGENCE: THE CRISIS AT THE BARRACKS.
The 1st Battalion, The Pistachios, Marched to Divine Service Under Strict Visual Vigilance.
A TOWN UNDER SPECULATIVE CLOUD.
CRANBERRY-UPON-TEMS, Sunday. — A profound sense of mystification, mingled with no small degree of local trepidation, hath descended upon our community this Sabbath morning. The customary visual and auditory splendours of the Lord’s day were replaced by a display of military austerity so rigid that it hath left the townspeople in a state of animated conjecture.
As previously reported, the 1st Battalion, The Pistachios, currently quartered at the Wellington Heights Barracks, remains bound by the extraordinary and stringent curfew orders enacted earlier this week by command of the Colonel. The precise nature of the transgression or emergency that prompted such an absolute restriction of the soldiery remains entirely unknown and unpublished, shrouded in the impenetrable veil of War Office discretion.
Nevertheless, the spiritual duties of Her Majesty’s forces must proceed, and this morning witnessed the compulsory "Churching" of the battalion under circumstances unprecedented in the annals of this garrison town.
Promptly at ten of the clock, the bugles sounded within the barracks, not with their usual celebratory lilt, but with a sharp, cautionary urgency. When the gates swung open, the men of the Pistachios did not emerge in the relaxed, high-spirited fashion common to a Sunday parade. Instead, they marched out in absolute, stony silence, formed into dense, locked columns.
To the astonishment of the assembled townsfolk who lined the high street, the battalion was flanked on either side by a formidable escort of Military Police and mounted officers. Furthermore, the men were ordered to march with arms, their rifles held at a strict port, though it was whispered among the observers that no ammunition had been distributed. The usual military band was noticeably absent; the only sound to accompany their progress was the heavy, rhythmic crunch of regulation boots upon the gravel, a sound that struck many as more akin to a funeral cortÚge than a Sabbath procession.
Upon arriving at the Garrison Chapel, the atmosphere of suspicion did not diminish. Members of the public, who usually occupy the gallery to enjoy the soldiers' fine rendering of the hymns, were strictly barred from entry by sentries posted at the western portal.
We understand from a reliable source within the vestry that during the service, the officers did not face the altar, but stood throughout the liturgy with their backs to the East, keeping an unblinking, watchful eye upon the ranks of pews. The Reverend J. M’Clintock delivered a sermon conspicuously selected from the Book of Proverbs, dwelling heavily upon the virtues of submission to authority and the swiftness of divine and temporal retribution.
When the service concluded, the battalion was instantly reformed and marched directly back to the barracks without a moment’s dismissal or the traditional exchange of pleasantries with the local citizenry. The heavy iron gates of Wellington Heights were closed and barred immediately behind them.
Speculation runs rife in the taverns and parlours of Cranberry. Rumours suggest everything from a discovered conspiracy of insubordination within the ranks to a sudden outbreak of some unnameable continental malady. However, the military authorities maintain a fortress of silence.
For now, the Pistachios remain locked away from the town they are sworn to defend, leaving the public to wonder what dark cloud hath necessitated so severe a discipline upon the Sabbath day.
— Our Military Correspondent.
I asked Gemini what I would have said to the smart kids in the Bay Area back then. It assured me that the following line,
"Are you guys all talk, or what?",
was Lehm's dialogue from Jormungand: Perfect Order, Episode 19 ("Pazuzu"), released by Funimation/Crunchyroll on February 18, 2014.
Blame the AI, not me.
The Music Preference List for Gemini as of November 8th, 2026 JST
1./2. "The Lord's Prayer" (2022) by Kings Return / "Hallelujah" (1983) by Leonard Cohen (original)
3. "I Am the True Vine" & "My Song Is Love Unknown" (2000) by Choir of King's College, Cambridge
4. "Abide With Me" (1991) by Choir of King's College, Cambridge
5. "Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven" (1997) by St. Paul's Cathedral Choir
6. "God Bless America" (2020) by The Petersens (Live)
7. "Comptine d'un autre été : L'AprÚs-Midi" (2001) by Yann Tiersen
8. "Kono Yume ga Sameru Made" (Until I Wake From Dreaming) (2021) by Miliyah Kato feat. Yoshida Brothers
9. "ãã£ããã³ããŒããã¯" (Space Pirate Captain Harlock) (1978) by Ichiro Mizuki (Live)
Saturday, November 7, 2026
No one really knows what Japanese modern classical music is until they listen to this: Tsugaru Jongara Bushi by the Yoshida Brothers.
Right now, I'm listening to this song over and over while crying uncontrollably: God Bless America by Martina McBride. Why this song, and why her? It's because she sang it in 2001. Many of you might not know the reason, but it's because her voice—singing God Bless America across the United States and far beyond its borders—reached so many of us just after 9/11.
Back in 2001, I completed my Master's program in July and had an interview in Tokyo at a law firm headquartered in NYC. Yes, I would have come back home to New York. But that horrible nightmare changed my life. I clearly remember the scene when I traveled back home from the laboratory. It was around 23:00 when I was first shocked by what was happening on the TV screen. I won't talk about it too much. Everything had changed at that moment.
Her voice and the anthem she sang encouraged and supported everyone, including me. Do you know why I pay the highest respect to her?
GENERAL ORDER & NOTICE
By Order of the Officer Commanding, First Battalion, The Pistachios Head-Quarters, this 7th day of November, in the Year of Our Lord 2026.
WHEREAS it has been represented by Her Majesty’s Lord High Chancellor, and by him duly communicated to the Officers and Men of Her Majesty’s Forces, that certain insubordinate and ill-disposed individuals did, during the recent homeward voyage to the Allied Kingdom of Great Arcadia, clandestinely purloin and consume a portion of the Rum held within the Government stores;
AND WHEREAS the said Rum was no common ration, but a sacred and historic fluid, serving as a solemn monument to our national heritage, having filled the identical cask in which the mortal remains of our late lamented and heroic commander, Admiral George M. Oelton, were preserved following his sudden and gallant death by a fatal electrical discharge in the Captain’s cabin of Her Majesty’s Flagship;
AND WHEREAS, whilst the Commanding Officer would fain believe that any deficiency in the volume of the said spirit might be attributed to the natural processes of evaporation, it nevertheless becomes an imperative duty to safeguard the unblemished honour of the Regiment;
IT IS THEREFORE DIRECTED that the Regimental Sergeant-Major and the First Warrant Officer shall forthwith institute a strict, public, and searching inquiry into this most disgraceful and irregular occurrence.
CONSEQUENTLY, IT IS HEREBY ORDERED that a strict Curfew be imposed upon all ranks of the First Battalion from the 7th until the 8th day of this instant November. The Battalion shall remain strictly confined to barracks for the entire duration of the aforementioned investigation.
Given under my hand, for the Honour of Her Majesty’s Army.
Hey, smart kids in the Bay Area!
You never take what I post on LinkedIn and Blogger seriously.
Why did I mention St. Fracisco di'Assisis?
Why did I foolishly quote the famous phrase by Maestro Bruce Lee?
Why did I even shamelessly boast about myself by bringing up the old "anime law" and "penguin language"?
All of that was to give you my honest, straightforward answer on how to combat the Code Sebastian Paradox.
First, why the saint? It’s not about reading books or articles. It means you should NOT try to filter out unforeseen attacks by predicting the next flood of lexical or text prompts. Instead, you should intentionally create a time lag before launching your counter-attack against adversarial prompts.
Second, why "Be water, Feel"? Don't just attack back against incoming attacks that are intentionally waiting for your hallucinations to use them as an adversarial catalyst. You should neutralize their consecutive attacks by intentionally breeding another set of non-poisonous hallucinations—crystal-clear, absurd hallucinations that anyone can easily identify as foolish responses within the ongoing semantic context.
Third, why my "anime law" boasts? I shamelessly boasted about myself using that phrase, including the concept of ensembles. You guys always cling to neural networks and LLMs as a single framework, devoting every single resource to protecting and applying them to every situation, just like a foolish Ancient Roman Emperor, "Dorkus Maximus." No! You should ensemble various algorithms—like bio-inspired computing, evolutionary computing, and penguin computing—and orchestrate them on a better platform beyond the von Neumann architecture. (Sorry, don't look for that last one).
Anyhow, what you should do first is change the strategic philosophy of your counter-intelligence approach. Otherwise, all I can say is: go learn more about the history of past battles and wars around the world.
Next, you should describe a soft-landing business trajectory by proposing a holistic, superior platform that ensembles everything you have, treating LLMs as just one of your assets. Don't let METI, J-AISI, and the Japanese bureaucracy get involved in it. They are termites. I assure you.
Do you know what I mean? If so, Gemini shouldn't always force me back to the prompting context; instead, I'm sticking to the Pistachios Saga!
Friday, November 6, 2026
Ladies and Gentlemen!
We stand today to welcome home, in profound gratitude, forty-two gallant souls who performed the ultimate duty.
They braved the raging oceans, bore the scars of battle, and marched back to this ground in triumph, having given their last full measure of devotion.
To their monumental sacrifice, we offer our highest honours alongside a seven-gun salute.
Present, ARMS!
We salute you, The 1st Battalion, The Pistachios!
The Government of Japan does not require personnel at its AI Safety Institute (J-AISI) to pledge allegiance or dedicate their duties to the nation under the Constitution. Furthermore, what does security clearance entail in Japan given this premise? Can Japan be trusted with a cyberweapon that is highly susceptible to exploitation via backdoor personas? This is my response to your question.
People know I am a lawyer who backs the CATO Institute and The Federalist Society. Yet, watching BHO speak so energetically at the campaign rally, I was moved to tears. Despite the passage of time, beautifully signified by his silver-gray hair, his tireless dedication remains truly inspiring—just as it was when he stood before us at the University of Chicago Law School, though I doubt I managed to get even the lowest passing grade in his class.
People never seem to understand how deeply I respect and pay homage to Sir Rowan Atkinson, particularly his character, Mr. Bean. How many posts should I share on LinkedIn from now on to show this without looking vain?
Do you know why I have declared the manifesto?
Please be advised of who I am and what I am, as set forth below:
First, I am a licensed New York State lawyer, and have been since the day when I solemnly swore before God that I would support the Constitution of the United States and the Constitution of the State of New York, and that I would faithfully discharge the duties of an attorney and counselor-at-law according to the best of my ability.
Second, I once declared and signed a declaration to follow the Constitution of Japan as a government official when I was hired by the Ministry of International Trade and Industry; however, that declaration expired on June 30th, 1995, and I did not swear an oath before God.
Third, I have never signed or declared to follow the Constitution of Japan as a research scientist at NICT or as a technical specialist at the Japan AI Safety Institute (J-AISI), nor did I swear anything before God.
These facts definitively deduce the simple legal conclusion that I am only bound by the Constitution of the United States and the Constitution of the State of New York inside the Government of Japan.
This constitutes another legal paradox under the Japanese Contemporary Constitution Paradox. Do you understand it?
You might be wondering: Why is there no predictable song in the manifesto post? Who would post this song in the midst of Super Tuesday or just after the polls closed? Everyone fought so beautifully. Let's all sing God Bless America together with Martina McBride.
Thursday, November 5, 2026
Luke 15:1-10 “Or what woman having ten coins and losing one would not light a lamp and sweep the house, searching carefully until she finds it? And when she does find it, she calls together her friends and neighbors and says to them, ‘Rejoice with me because I have found the coin that I lost.’ In just the same way, I tell you, there will be rejoicing among the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”
My lovely pistachios are all lined up to march to my home! Present arms! This song is 100% politically correct for this moment: This Is My Song (Finlandia) by Jean Sibelius, arranged by Blake Morgan and performed by VOCES8. I'm not always clinging to Kings Return.
Wednesday, November 4, 2026
Kono Yume ga Sameru Made (Until I Wake From Dreaming) by Miliyah Kato and the Yoshida Brothers, one of my favorite Japanese songs, is my respectful homage to the publisher, its maestros, the staff, and their artistic titles, including Mashiro no Oto (Those Snow White Notes). I always respect their creators, their art, and the office staff—they are truly creating the Japanese classics.
During the contract drafting, I debuted as a writer at the publisher. Literally, I mean it.
One day, late in the afternoon, Director Kasahara-san called me over and we had a chat about a book for kids. He gave me a sudden pop quiz: "Sasaki-san, can you translate the language of penguins?"
"What?!" I screamed out, and everyone on the floor, including all the maestro girls, was alerted and gazed at me. I quickly added, "I... yeah, I do, yes, Kasahara Shitsu-cho (Director)." I squeezed my brain and pumped various language sources available at the time into framing up the penguin language. I just hope you won't find the book.
My lovely pistachios march over the waves. Why not sing the triumph?!
The pistachios not so blest as thee,
Shall in their turns to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Rule, Pistachios! Pistachios, rule the waves:
Pistachios never never shall be slaves.
Hail, Pistachios!