The Satomi Tanaka and Michiko Machida
Report






Although neither of us are worthy, or skilled in this
regard, we have been persuaded by many individuals of
high esteem to assume the mantle of stepping into our
honorable husband's footsteps (Editor's note:
Please see Feb. and April postings). Thus we will
continue their righteous efforts in eviscerating the
rabid-dog, American society. For starters, I will file
the first report, while Michiko goes down to the local
Donburi stand to retrieve a luncheon for us.

Today, I read in the local news with great interest at
how American school teenagers now weigh on average, as
much as their grandparents did. One can only thank
triple fatty-patty fatburgers, slathered in melted
processed cheese and topped with several slices of
porky-pig bacon. HA! Laughable, is it not, when one
considers that these corpulent, soon-to-die non-beings
consume said "food" while sitting on their
bouncy-big-bottoms, playing Japanese video games, on
Japanese video-game consoles, watching Japanese
televisions. Enjoy your fast fat food, while Japanese
fast food is ---

Where is Michiko? I shall look out the window. Ah
there she is, hurrying back with our hot lunches. My,
what a typically glorious Japanese day. Clear, radiant
skies, majestic mountains, King Ghidorah in the
distance. Wait! AIEEEEE! KING GHIDORAH!!! HE IS FLYING
WITH GREAT SPEED!!! HURRY, DEAR MICHIKO, HURRY!!! NO!
HE IS UPON HER! AIEEEEE!!! SHE HAS BEEN IMMOLATED BY
HIS FLAME BREATH!!! NOW, THE BEAST'S GREAT FOOT IS
BEARING DOWN ON ME!!! GAAAAAHHHH!!! ----