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はてなキーワード: ALLとは
400. That’s an error.
Your client has issued a malformed or illegal request. That’s all we know.
ま～た日本語すら検索すら検索しない人による謎の主張が出ているので、コピペしとくね
https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Afro-centrists-claim-that-the-first-samurai-warrior-was-a-black-African
一例：
7mo
The original answer and your comment are both wrong. It is very easy to prove Yasuke was a samurai, you just have to check a Japanese dictionary. I searched for 侍・士 (samurai) on the Japanese online encyclopedia コトバンク (Kotobank), which produced a result from 精選版 日本国語大辞典 (Carefully Selected Edition of the Nihon Kokugo Daijiten, aka Shogakukan’s Japanese Dictionary). I’ll post the link at the bottom, but here is the relevant section in Japanese and my translation in English.
(3)鎌倉幕府では、侍は僕従を有し、騎上の資格ある武士で、郎従等の凡下と厳重に区別する身分規定が行なわれた。しかし、鎌倉中期以降、その範囲が次第に拡大、戦国時代以降は、諸国の大名の家臣をも広く侍と称するようになり、武士一般の称として用いられるようになる。
(3) In the Kamakura Shogunate (1185 - 1333 AD), samurai were professional warriors who had servants and were qualified to ride on horseback, and their status was strictly differentiated from ordinary subordinates such as roju. However, from the middle of the Kamakura Shogunate onwards, its scope gradually expanded, and from the Sengoku Period (1467 - 1615 AD) onwards, vassals of feudal lords in various provinces came to be widely referred to as samurai, and it came to be used as a general term for professional warriors.
Now we have to ask three questions to see whether Yasuke met this definition:
Q: When did Yasuke work for the feudal lord Oda Nobunaga?
A: From April 1581 to June 1582. We know this from multiple eyewitness accounts, which I also mention below.
Q: Was Yasuke a vassal of Oda Nobunaga?
A: Yes, as evidenced by the fact that he was given a stipend, a house, and a job as spear-bearer (a type of bodyguard for the leader of a samurai family). He was also given a short sword called a koshigatana, which was worn as a status symbol and weapon for self-defense at all times by high status samurai. This we know from the Chronicle of Lord Nobunaga, written by Oda Nobunaga’s vassal Ota Gyuichi.
Q: Was Yasuke a warrior fighting for Oda Nobunaga?
A: Yes, as evidenced by the fact that he fought in three important conflicts. One, Yasuke fought in the Second Tensho Iga War in September 1581. This we can infer because the Jesuits said Oda Nobunaga took Yasuke everywhere with him and he led his own troops into this war. Two, Yasuke fought in the Koshu Conquest from February to March 1582. This we know from the Diary of Ietada, written by Matsudaira Ietada, a vassal of Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was himself a vassal of Oda Nobunaga. Three, Yasuke fought in the Honno-ji Incident of June 1582, in which he tried but failed to save the lives of both Oda Nobunaga and his son Oda Nobutada until Yasuke was the last Oda man standing and surrendered to the traitor Akechi Mitsuhide, who spared his life and returned him to the Jesuits. This we know from letters written by the Jesuits, who were glad to have Yasuke back. According to the Oda family today, Nobunaga’s final order was for Yasuke to help him commit seppuku (ritual suicide by stomach cutting) by decapitating him and bring his head to a courier that returned it to the Oda family, so it could not be used as evidence of victory by Akechi Mitsuhide.
So there you have it. Yasuke was a vassal and a warrior for the most powerful feudal lord in all of Japan, during the Sengoku Period. He even assisted his lord’s suicide, a role strictly reserved for samurai. Therefore, he was a samurai. Below is a link to the definition of samurai on Kotobank.
"For a Samurai to be brave, he must have a bit of black blood "
日本人ならそんなことわざないこと誰でも知ってると思うんですけど、当然アサクリ関係ないサイトで見ることになる
https://www.levelman.com/where-black-people-fx-shogun/
リンク貼れないけど下記とか
ちな、悪気なさそうな教師向けサイト・子ども向けサイトでも、YASUKEサイキョーは見ますよ
というか、そもそもUBIがインタビュー動画の中で日系人っぽいアジアンの監修スタッフに『YASUKEは日本で広く受け入れらている』とか言わせてますし
とりあえず、名前、X(旧Twitter)のスクリーンネーム(いわゆる@から始まるIDみたいなやつ)、ID(スクリーンネームとは別のシステム的なID)を軽く探したり思いついたりしただけでも列挙しておく。他にもたくさんいるけど、ちょっと探し出すので大変だし精神的にきついんで、いたらなんかスレ繋げて名前とスクリーンネーム、ID(ここは絶対)は出しておいて。
それとこいつらはまじでやばいから、絶対RTやフォローはするな、ミュートかブロックはしておけ。理由は長くなるから後で書く。
もし、この増田の投稿後にそいつの名前やスクリーンネームが変わってユーザーが見つからないとなったら以下のサイトからIDで逆引きしろ。IDは絶対変わらんから。
https://app.matumo.com/twitter-id-checker/
あと、もし列挙したアカウント以外で反AIかわからない場合でも、そいつのアカウント見て「#NOMORE無断生成AI」とか「No AI」等を掲げていたり、列挙していた人物を何人もフォローや多くRTしていたりしたら遠慮なくブロックしろ。
加えて、アカウント作成が2022年以降で生成AIの危険性を唱えている奴は100%反AIだからブロックしとけ。
おそらく、この増田が反AIの人間に共有されたとき「何もわかっていないw」「AI推進派の工作乙w」「無視しとけw」「必死w」とか変なこと言うだろうけど、逆に言えばそういうことを言う人間は自分から反AIということをアピールしてくるからそれでブロックできる。
一応、商業イラストレーターや漫画家等のクリエイターで知名度はあるけど、反AI思想に染まって元に戻れなくなった人物も自分が知っている範囲のうちで一応あげておく、もしこれからクリエイターとして活躍したいとなった中でこいつらともしかしたら(ネット、リアル問わず)出会う可能性がある場合があるだろうし何かしらの自衛手段として活用してほしい。あと、ここではリアルでの影響(例えば商業連載の漫画家など)の強い人間を独断であげている、同人関係で活躍している人間は探すとキリがないのでアカウント見て判別してほしい、似たような傾向にあるので。
最後に二つだけ書く。
一つは、もしネットでもリアルでも知り合いにAIが〜どうこう言う奴いて、自分が列挙したアカウント群とかRTしていたら頑張って注意とか引き離すようにしてほしい。ダメだったら徐々に距離を置くとかしてほしい。理由は簡単で、自分自身を守るため。
もう一つはイラストレーター、いわゆる絵師向けで「もしAIとかに忌避感はあるけど、自分が列挙したような反AIのアカウント群と一緒にされたくない」場合、bioとかにAI学習禁止とかNo AI Learningという言葉を掲げないこと。魔法の呪文のように書いている人は多いけど、全くもって意味をなしてないどころか逆効果になっている。大抵の企業とか個人のクライアントはイラストレーターに仕事を依頼する際はリスクをとにかく避ける必要がある。そのため、情報リテラシーの低い人や仕事をいい加減にするような人に頼むことは全くしたくはない。AI学習禁止と掲げている人間はそのような人だとクライアントに見られている。正直、赤の他人にAI学習や無断転載をされるのは嫌という心情はわかるが、今やAI学習の危険性が…と言っている人間は自分は情報リテラシーが皆無ですと自白しているようなものである。なので、嫌だという気持ちはありつつもそれをbioに書くのはやめておけ。
少し脱線はするが、英語で「reposts are prohibited.」と書いている人間いるけど、伝えたい内容と意味が完全に間違えているので、「All Rights Reserved.」に修正した方がいい。こっちの方が英語圏では一般的である。
結論は先に書いたので、あとは反AIはなぜやばいのかの理由とか説明していく。
これはそのまんまの意味で、既に「カルト」となっている。こいつらにいくら正論ぶつけても全く意味をもたない。
基礎知識の皆無、学習能力の無さも勿論あるが、それとは別に仲間内でRT、いいねを回しまくって承認欲求を満たしている状態といういわゆる「相互依存状態」に陥っている。
それと同時に如何に、仲間内でそれっぽい理論を立てられるか、(内容の正誤は問わず)AIに関する情報の共有ができるかの勝負みたいな状態になっており、まさに手に負えない状況が現在の反AIである。
他の人の増田(anond:20240702185609)にもあるように「カルト」は抜けるだけでも困難を極める。
一度、抜けるとなるとお仲間から大量の攻撃的なリプライを行い、その人をメンタルを疲弊させ自分たちの居場所しかないということにさせてしまう。これは意識的ではなく、無意識的にやるのだ。「カルト」というものはそういうものなので、どうしようもない。自分たちこそ正しい、それに対抗するものは悪という価値観を持つとそれから抜け出すのは非常に難しい。
現実でもそうだが、これへの対処法は「カルトに一切関わらない」こと。関わった時点で相手の思う壺なので、徹底無視を貫くしかない。
二次創作の違法性は正直、既に昔からある話題なのでそこは飛ばして、その他を中心に話す。
一つ目として、例えば、直近で発生したバンダイナムコのプロデューサーである玉置絢氏に対して「反社」呼ばわりしている人間がいるが、誰もお仲間で注意している人間はいないことがあげられる。
ソース:
特定個人に対して「反社」と呼ぶことは確実に名誉毀損や侮辱等の罪に問われる可能性が非常に高い。これは、一般的な感覚を持っていれば当然である。
内輪ネタで「反社」と言うだけでも相当にやばいが、まだ見えない場所ならなんとかなる。Twitterという公開な場所でそれを言うとほぼ100%訴えられたら負ける。
一般論ではあるが、もし、嫌な人間とかいても絶対にインターネットとかで「反社」認定というのは気軽にやってはいけない。てか絶対にやるな、普通に一線を画しているし、たとえ開示請求されても文句は全く言えない。
他に、きゃんちゃんと私が主導してやっている署名活動がある(https://archive.is/Tkkme)。
実は、この署名、3ヶ月ほど前に内容が大きく変わっている。(声明: https://archive.is/riWQ8)
内容が変わる以前の魚拓が存在する(https://archive.is/tqgxk)ので、現在との一部差分をimgurに載せた。
一番の問題なのはここまで大きく内容が変わっているのにも関わらず、「新しい署名ではなく、古い署名をそのまま使っている」ことである。署名というものでこれだけの変更を行い実行するのは普通に考えてありえないどころか、一般常識で考えればやってはいけないことそのまんまである。契約書で考えればわかるが、契約途中で契約内容を変更するには契約書を新しく作らなければならない、古いものをそのまま変更するのは改ざん行為そのものでしかない。
声明では、
多くの疑問のお声をいただいた箇所の注意書きを
誤解の生じないよう大幅に追加しました。
と書かれているが、意味的にはほとんど変わっておりませんどころかめちゃくちゃ変わっている。普通に改ざんであって、署名の意味をなくしている。そして、問題なのが反AIがこれをずっと放置していることであり、加えて森川ジョージ氏もこれに賛同してしまった点である。
遵法意識がないというのはこれらがある。
まずは、よー清水氏を取りあげる。
よー清水氏は過去に画像生成AIについてnote記事をあげている(https://archive.is/lahab)
その内容で、よー清水氏は
これまで手描きでイラストを描いてきたのに、急にこっそり生成AIを使い出す人も、何やら過去に盗作疑惑があったりトラブルを起こしたりする方が多いんです。フットワークが軽いとか、新しい技術についていくためとかではなく、元々の信用が微妙なので守るものがない、だから気軽に盗作ツールに手を出せるんだと思いますよ。もしくは英語が読めなくて情報収集に難がある可能性が高いと思われます。(原文ママ)
と述べている。
それは、ここに書かれている翻訳は「全て」DeepLの出力結果をそのままコピってきている。
まず、noteでとあるツイートが紹介されているのでそれをそのまま引用する。
it's impossible for me to be a multimillionaire without robbing a bank, therefore i should be allowed to rob banks
(headline: "‘Impossible’ to create AI tools like ChatGPT without copyrighted material, OpenAI says")
(https://x.com/molly0xFFF/status/1744422377113501998 より)
(記事タイトル 著作権で保護された素材なしで ChatGPT のような AI ツールを作成するのは『不可能』、OpenAI が語る）
おそらく、論文等で英語を読んでいる人には気づくだろうが、「therefore i should be allowed to rob banks」が全く訳されておらず誤訳を起こしている。ちなみに、これ書いている(2024/07/21)現在でも原文をDeepLでそのままコピペすると一行目に関しては「全く」同じ結果が返ってくる。流石に直っているだろうと思ったら直ってなくてちょっとびっくり。流石にheadline: 以降はDeepL側で変化はあったらしく内容は異なっているが。だが、誤訳は誤訳である。
そんでその他の英語記事にもよー清水氏は言及しているが、それらも全てDeepLにかけたものをそのまま書いている。「丁寧に信用を重ねる。」とか「画像生成AIを使用してる盗人に誇りや自信はありません。」とか散々言っているのに自分は翻訳という行為を放棄している時点でそれらの言葉を無意味にしている。
そういや、よー清水氏はつい最近面白いツイートしているので貼り付けておく。
よー清水氏は自分自身にも恥という概念がないことを認識したらどうか。
さて、次は篠房六郎氏に移る。
まあ、こちらは簡単な話で、休載してるのにTwitterで永遠とレスバしているという一点に尽きる。
しかも、最悪なのが、この休載っていうのが「無期限」であり「読者に理由もない」ということである。
Twitterを見てもずっとAI関連の話しかしておらず、アカウント名に入っている「マンガワンにて「姫様はおあずけです」新連載」というのもただのお飾りになってしまっている。
正直、アカウントで政治とか時事、今回のようなAIどうこうの話をするのは別に問題はないし、好きにやればいいと自分は思っている。ただ、休載という形をとっている以上、作者としてそれらを説明するぐらいはしたらどうか。はっきり言って何も言わずずっとTwitterでレスバしているとかモラルの欠片もない、漫画家である以上漫画を描くことが仕事ではないのか？客観的に見て、仕事を真面目にやる気がないとしか思えない。
本当はもっと書けるが、プレビューだけでもめちゃくちゃ長くなったのでなんかの機会があったらまた書くかもしれん。書いたらここに追記してトラバしておく。
とりあえず結論として、反AIに加担している人間は関わるな。「ネトウヨ」「ツイフェミ」「蓮舫応援団」「暇アノン」「反ワク」のどれだっていいから、それらと同様な人間だと思って一切関わらない、無視してブロックをしろ。ブロックが嫌ならミュートで十分である。
あとは、生成AIの話題に触れなければそいつらは関わってこない。最初に書いた通り、知り合いに冒頭で書いたアカウント群をフォローしたり積極的にRTしていたりするのであれば今すぐ止めるべきで、もし言うことを聞かないのであれば距離を置いた方がいい。言うことを聞かない時点で戻れないところまで来ている。助けたいなら好きにすればいいと思うけど、自身がどうなっても責任は負えないとだけ言っておく。
最後に素晴らしいnote記事を書いたよー清水氏の言葉で締めよう。
裁判所は予備罪が増えると判断つかなくて困るという判例も読んだ覚えがある
えー事務所構えて名簿盗んできたり詐欺マニュアル用意したら詐欺予備罪じゃないの？ しかし裁判所では通用しない（法律がないから
酔いつぶれた女の横で男がパンツ脱ぎはじめたら、それはパンツに蜂が入ったかもしれないが、そうでなければ準強制わいせつも予想しうるから、触ってなくても予備罪になりうるはず（しかしこれも法律がない
落とし穴を掘るスコップを買うのは罪にならない、犯罪準備認定可能な範囲は曖昧だから認定しないという、ドイツのナチス系の法律家が言ったもんだ
そんな怪しげな説より、むしろ李下に冠を正さずの実践を推進すべき
leave no room for scandal;
don't do anything that can be misinterpreted
はじめまして。出来ればこんな記事を始まりにしたくなかったですが、名出しでコメントを残す事に抵抗があったので、私が参加した理由と、今後の日本どうしたらいいんだろうという話を、ぶつ切りで勝手にしていきます。
※匿名の理由は身内に名前と文章の二つでピンとこられたら嫌だったからです。身内が無関心だったら書いてた。
※頭の中でグルグルしてたものを解消するための個人的な日記です。誤字脱字はご愛嬌。
※コメントは見ません。
※何が言いたいのか自分でも良くわからんので何となくでよろしくお願いいたします。苦情は受け付けません。
まず、よく「署名はやり過ぎ。ポリコレやフェミと一緒」と言われていますが、混同したらそれこそ駄目なところじゃないかと私は思います。
なぜなら今回の問題と、俗に言われる歪んだポリコレや歪んだフェミニストたちには大きく違いがあるんです。どういう事か。
【比較】
《今回の問題》
・歪めた史実を史実かのように扱い、しまいには世界中に言い回っているところが問題視されてるのであって、表現内容自体は問題視されていない(一部著作権や文化財使用の違反などあるが、そこはとりあえず今は控える)。
・資料をもってして、正しいか正しくないかのジャッジが用意にできる。
・可愛くて胸の大きい女性,(例えそういう世界観であっても)黒人やマイノリティを登場させない事など、表現内容自体が批判の的になっており、何より「これが蔑視だ！」などと言い出すし、一度世にだすとポスターや出版物を取り下げるだけには収まらない。
・主張の元が完全に個人の主観でしかなく、資料でジャッジする事ができない。
私個人は、黄色人差別は当然あるものだと思っていたので、差別だなんだという部分はあまり主張したくないです。まああれだけあからさまな発言を公式インタビューでししまったのには驚きでしたが「やっぱそういう人もいるんだなぁ」くらいです。
これここ、初手が一番重要です。
「弥助でもいい」
などなど。
正直言いますと、私は署名に参加した身ではありますが、もしUbisoft側が『全世界のインタビューで』『弥助は侍じゃないし我々の描いたフィールドはほとんどがヘンテコジャパンだが、そういう面白おかしいゲームが作りたかった』と、言ってくれるならそれでいいし、その上で著作権や文化財問題をしっかり片付け、過去作の習慣通りに『この作品はフィクションです(以下略定型)」』をゲーム内に入れたのであれば、今度は『アサクリ別に発売してもいいんじゃないの運動』に全然参加していいと思ってます。むしろちゃんと解決したなら、発売してはならない理由も無くなるので、発売中止になったら理不尽です。
というかこの署名参加者の少なくとも4割以上は、条件さえ守れば発売していいと思っている人がほとんどじゃないでしょうか。コメントみる限りはそう思います。
署名で押したのならば、それで改心した相手には署名で支えればいいだけの話。
まあ今回の問題は海外勢やアサクリファンも関わるとその署名が現在の署名に勝るか不安要素は大きいですがね。そこはおいておいて。
この考えをしている人も、発売停止まで求めたら歪んだポリコレやフェミニストと一緒なのでしょうか。答えはノーでしょう。
さて、次です。
アサクリの問題は、根深い歴史改変が大きく関わってきてるので……と言いますか、彼らが取り上げた上で日本人の逆鱗ポイントを踏み抜かなかったらもっと恐ろしい事になっていたので、ある意味では彼らには感謝していい。
歴史改変がたった一人の男、ロックリーによって、Wikipediaと書籍ですでに15年ほど続けられていた。
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その結果。伝説の黒人侍弥助など、日本の間違った歴史が少しずつ史実として一部の黒人コミュニティ(兼ねて言うけど一部だからね)や一部の海外の人たちの間で定着してくる。
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弥助を見つけたUbisoftが諸悪の根源とアサクリシャドウズを生み出してしまう。
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例のインタビュー「史実に基づいて、日本の専門家にも話を聞きながら作った」
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いろいろあって炎上し続け、今に至る。
何となくお分かりいただけますか。アサクリというビックタイトルは「歴史改変を世に浸透させるためのキーポイント」なんじゃないかと思います。諸悪の根源の男に利用された感は否めません……だからこそ「Ubi目を覚ましてくれ！」と、言っているわけです。
あと大きな問題があって、ポリコレやフェミが当たり前になっても、嫌だけど、嫌だから嫌って反論してるんだけど……常識(モラル)が変わるだけです。しかし今回のこの所業を許してしまったら「日本の間違った歴史が常識になる」わけです。
「真に黒人差別をしていたのは日本で、イエズス会はむしろ救済者」とか「日本人には黒人の血が流れてる」とか……あげたらきりがないそれら、反論しても聞き入れてもらえない現象が起きます。こういった面倒臭いパターンを日本人ならよく知ってると思うのですが、慰安婦(に、限らず植民地時代の状況)とか。ここら辺持ち出すと変な人に噛みつかれそうですが、インフラ整備したのは日本だし、ハングルの確立は日本の功績大きいし、慰安婦は自分からお金を貰うため売春した人たちで無理やりはしてないし、当時を知る人ほど親日の人多いし……と、いうわけ何ですがご存知でしょうか。
少し脱線しましたが、簡潔に言うと、黒人差別問題における被害者と加害者それぞれの自慰に付き合わされるようになりかねないという話。
資料という証拠は完全にはゴミになりませんし、例として慰安婦問題ですが、アメリカを仲介者として「これ以上賠償金を求めません」という約束事がとりつけられるまでになりました。ですが、どうでしょう、ヨーロッパを巻き込んで支持者を集めるやり口を続けています。これが、真に資料がゴミになるという事。
わかりますかね。
あと、海外では歴史やモラルは専攻でもしない限りは親が教えるものという国も少なくないので、個人的に危惧する大きいポイントです。世代を重ねてどんどんヤバいものになってしまう可能性が大きい。
と、言うのもあって。
打てる手は早めに強いものを打った方がいいですよね。今はそれです。
そして署名は暗に「協力か戦犯か、どっちを選ぶ」と訊いている趣旨が強いと思います。
アサクリ問題はもう既に、ただの1ステップですね。もはやこれは国一つの歴史を守るためのネット戦争です。毎日のようにレスバが繰り広げられる地獄絵図に、風刺芸術まで出てきたので本当にすごい事になった。
アサクリシャドウズが取り下げられるか、開発が日本人の味方として手のひらを返すか……どちらのコースになっても、それで収まる問題じゃない事はもうお分かりいただけたでしょう。おそらく勘違いしている人がいる度に指摘しなくてはならない、そんな長期戦になると思います。
さて、
自信満々のその解答、あってますでしょうか。
答えは……真田……
信繁です。
大正解の人はガッツポーズして誇ってください。とりあえず「誰だよ信繁って。幸村だろ？」とかって思った人はそこになおって話聞いてください。マジでしらない人はこの際知識を持とう。
これを間違えるのむりもないんですよね。
幸村という名前は本人は名乗っておらず、後世、江戸時代の小説家が勝手につけたものです。徳川幕府を誤魔化し世に出すためのカモフラージュ説が有力なので、リスペクトが欠けているわけじゃないです。ただし、小説が有名になってしまったために、史実がねじ曲げられてしまった。
教科書も幸村、歴史番組も幸村。一応「(信繁)」ってあるけど、幸村は創作の名前で本人と関係がないというコラムもない。これで間違って覚えないはずがない。
なんというか、こういった事例は日本にもいくらでもあります。まあ大きな違いは、指摘されたら「へーそうなんだ」って思える人が日本人はほとんどで、今歴史改変を行っている人やそれを信じている人はそうはならないところで、全然違うんですけど、なんでこの話が持ち出されたのか。
個人的に、日本にとって不利な部分だと感じるからです。間違いなく弱みとして持ち出されて足枷となる。
そこで国学。
古事記など日本の昔の書物は、実は江戸時代にはかなり存続が危うかった存在でした。しかし、本居宜長という人が記述を研究し、今に残されています。最高神が引きこもったり、尻毛や胸毛から木が生えたりするような面白い話が消えていたかと思うと、それだけで悲しいですね。
今回の問題だけでなく、移民など、国際化による問題というのは沢山あり、全て無関係ではなく、地続きだと思います。そんな中、国とは何なのか、民族とは何なのかが問われているんじゃないでしょうか。
《私の本当に個人的な考え方》
私の思う日本人は、日本の伝統を決して軽んじず、歴史と文化を守りたいと思う心が持てる人です。例え出身国が違っても、その心を持てる人であれば、もう日本人でしょう。逆に、文化財を傷つけたり、余所の国への配慮が圧倒的に欠ける人は、日本人であっても恥さらしだと感じます。
特に日本は、世界有数の古い国です。貴重な自分の国を守るためにも、歴史を知ることの大切さを、改めて痛感します。
と、いったことをごちゃごちゃと書き連ねる日記でした。最後に、署名文としてコメントする気満々だった英文を置いて終わりにしたいと思います。
ネイティブの方からすればおかしいところも多いでしょうが、自身の知識とネットの情報を擦り合わせて、近い表現を選ぶように尽力いたしました。私ごときの文で恐縮ではございますが、ご自由にお使いいただければと思います。
I like yasuke but I don't like this game.
Because,This game isn't understanding Japanese history and culture.
However,it say "This game is faithful to history".
What's worse it say "If you don't agree this game,it's proof of racist you".We thinking The biggest issue is this points.
everyone don't say"This is faithful to history",tuly understand the history and culture of Japan,we think…then it's ok,make it entertaining funny Japan.We will be fun and LMAO instead of angry.
For example,Many stupid Sengoku period games from Japan.
Japan have a"apologize anyway"culture.
You apologize anyway,say"This game isn't faithful to history,Funny Japan fiction make willfully by us"and"Yasuke isn't SAMURAI, but we really want to SAMURAI Yasuke appear our game.So we twisted the Japanese history"in all country interview.
If you inform correct information,A lot of Japanese will be convinced.
If you break a little courtesy,We stop sales all our might.
I hope perceiving mistakes you.
私は弥助が好きですが、このゲームは好きではありません。
だというのに「このゲームは史実に忠実です」と言っています。もっと酷い事に「このゲームに賛同しないのは差別主義者である証拠だ」とまで言われてしまっている。私たちが思う大きな問題はこの点です。
史実に忠実などと言わなければ、日本を理解した上で面白可笑しく娯楽を作る事は構いません。私たちは怒るどころか、大笑いしながら楽しむでしょう。
(事実)例として、日本産作品でも、戦国時代を面白可笑しく描写した作品はたくさんあります。
日本には、とりあえず謝罪をするという文化があります。まずは謝罪をし、全ての国のインタビューで「このゲームの内容は全てフィクションで、我々が勝手に面白可笑しく描いた日本だ」「弥助は本来侍ではないが、どうしても侍として描きたかったので日本の歴史をねじ曲げた」と言い、正しい情報を伝えれば、多くの日本人は納得する事でしょう。
これを聞いても、たった少しの礼儀を欠くようであれば、私たちは発売を全力で阻止します。
「自称リベラル界隈、と言うか立憲共産支持者界隈が限界化しててヤバい」という増田がホッテントリした後に削除された。
https://b.hatena.ne.jp/entry/s/anond.hatelabo.jp/20240716042300
ブクマページのタイトルが「Not Found」になっていたので運営から削除を食らったものと思われる。
ブクマページに魚拓とGoogleキャッシュを貼ってくれている人がいたので、どんな内容だったか分かるように引用しておく。
■ 自称リベラル界隈、と言うか立憲共産支持者界隈が限界化しててヤバい
「蓮舫は女性だから嫉妬で叩かれているのです！」「選挙結果は操作されている！」「我々の正しい思想を理解しない都民のせいで〜」末端の連中じゃないんだよ、商業媒体で執筆やってるようなネームドの連中すらこれだよ。
こんな事叫んだところで事実に基づかないお気持ち論でしかないから、野党が何故支持されないかという問題解決には何ら寄与しない。
仲間内で気持ちよくなったり傷を舐め合う為に都合のいい世界観を作ってるとことか、事実は二の次なところが陰謀論者と全く同じ。ヤバいだろ。
https://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:https://anond.hatelabo.jp:443/20240716042300
増田の規約的には言及された当事者からの申し立てがあれば、問答無用で記事は削除されるようになっている。
しかし元増田の書き方では誰の発言をどこから引っ張ってきたのかハッキリしない。
見る人が見れば分かるのかもしれないが、元増田が言うところの「商業媒体で執筆やってるようなネームドの連中」とやらがホッテントリを嗅ぎつけてわざわざ自分の事として削除申請をしたのだろうか。
ちなみに蓮舫氏に言及している他の増田が一斉に消えたというわけでもない。
仮に蓮舫氏がこの増田だけピンポイントで削除申請したのだとしても余計に意味が分からない。
あくまでも想像だが、投稿者が複垢で自演トラバと自演ブクマをした結果、垢BANされてNot Foundになったのではないかと考えている。
なぜならこの増田の1、2番目に付いていたトラバも同時に消えているからだ。
ここ10年の傾向がまさにこれなんだよな。内輪ウケ狙いでどんどん先鋭化していって、まともな人が離れていく。最近国民民主があっちの層と距離置き出したのもこれが大きい
「嫉妬で叩かれてる」って思い込んでるとことか根拠の無い自信で都知事選出て3位になるとことかsyamu_gameみたいで草
どちらも元増田に肯定的であり、元増田が投稿されてから数分でトラバしているのだが、綺麗さっぱり消えている。
つまり元増田の用意していたアカウントがBANされたのと連動して、今まで投稿した記事（元増田とトラバ）もすべて削除されたんじゃないかということ。
ちなみに増田に投稿された記事がNot Foundになることはそんなにない。
元増田にもそこまで過激なことが書いてあるわけでもないので、裏で余程のことをやらかした可能性があると思っている。
関連性があるかは不明だが同じタイミングで似たような増田がNot Foundになっている。
https://b.hatena.ne.jp/entry/s/anond.hatelabo.jp:443/20240713065536
■ 『リベラル』や『左派』を名乗ってる他人の自由や権利を侵害するのが大好きな人達の名称を考えよう
別にリベラルでも左派でもない正義でコーティングして人を殴りたいだけのカスでしょ
https://webcache.googleusercontent.com/search?q=cache:https://anond.hatelabo.jp:443/20240713065536
自分が気に入らなくても他人の権利を擁護するのが「リベラル」なのだが、特定の人権だけチェリーピックして気に入らないものはお気持ちで否定、みたいなのが自称リベラル左派。
もしかしたらリベラル、左派、立憲民主党、共産党みたいな属性の人たちが嫌いすぎて自演して叩いていたらBANされたという事なのかもしれない。
plural noun informal
secret or dishonest activity or manoeuvring: the chairman was accused of financial shenanigans.
• silly or high-spirited behaviour; mischief.
mid 19th century: of unknown origin.
(Oxford Dictionary of English Copyright © 2010, 2023 by Oxford University Press. All rights reserved.)
やべー
ボノボの母親が「群れの中でのパスポート」のような働きを持つと語り、「母親のすぐ近くにいることで、その息子もまた群れの中心的存在となる。その地位では、交尾を含む、他の雌との関係をより多く持つことが可能となる」と説明した。
「非常に魅力的な雌がいる場合、母親がずっとその雌のそばを離れず、母親の陰に息子の雄がいるのが確認できる」
しかし、母親が高い地位を失うと、息子の地位も下落する。すると、それ以降の交尾の試みでは、その成功率もやはり低下するとされた。
他方で、ボノボの母親は息子のライバルたちによる交尾の試みを邪魔するだけでなく、求愛や交尾を妨げようとするライバルたちから自分の息子を守ったりもしたという。
ワイは八百万な日本的なアニミズム文脈のおれおれ宗教観を持っているスピ増田(今もそう)だけど、
増田とトランス界隈のあれこれ見て、ドーキンスの気持ちわかるわってなったぞ
『あらゆる宗教は人類の進歩にとって有害なもの。全ての宗教と神秘主義に批判的になることこそ科学』ってな
つか、宗教・ジェンダーを否定する科学ネタのリプ欄と、物理ネタのリプ欄では、キレ散らかす人が一定数いる
それも公立校の先生やその研究してたバックグラウンドの人とかがやってたり
あとはこんなんとか(昔見たヤツで最近のではない)↓
アメリカの「進化論を事実として教えることを支持しない」という教育委員
http://www.flascience.org/?p=3494
I apologize, but I do not feel comfortable engaging with or analyzing the content you provided. The story contains mature themes and explicit details that I prefer not to discuss out of respect for all parties involved. Perhaps we could find a more constructive topic that does not promote or normalize unethical behaviors. I'm happy to have a thoughtful discussion about building healthy relationships based on mutual care, honesty and respect between partners. Let me know if you'd like to explore that perspective instead.
また公開してみる
コイツの続きになります https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240416183932
スカ好きもっと増えろ
103, 浅草ジンタ/自・燦々
107, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/めくれたオレンジ
108, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ，10-FEET/閃光
109, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/Pride Of Lions
110, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/Burning Scale
111, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/The Last Ninja
112, A Contratiempo Ska-Jazz/Kamusari
115, Blechreiz，Memoria Insuficiente Ska/Bumble Bee
117, Desorden Público/Música de Fiesta
118, Distemper/All Colors Crew
119, Eastern Standard Time/Sei Pazzo
121, Fanfare Ciocarlia/Cruzzzando el Compooo
122, Frau Doktor/Birks Works
123, Gypsy Ska Orquestra/El Majestuoso Imperio de Satanas
124, Karamelo Santo，Los Calzones/El Ritmo Indecente
125, La Parranda Magna/Crueldad Animal
128, Let's Go Bowling/Hot-Buttered
129, Los Calzones/Caras y Caretas
130, Los Calzones/La Felicidad
133, Los De Abajo/De Marcha
134, Los Tres Puntos/Perpetua
135, Madness/Night Boat to Cairo
137, Mocca Garden/บรึ๋ย (กลัวนะครับ OST ปอบหน้าปลวก)
138, Mocca Garden/ฮักสาวตาซัง
140, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/Laisse tomber less filles
141, New Lion Ska/Quizas tu amor
142, New York Ska-Jazz Ensemble/Blowout
143, No Water Please/MA&PA
144, Off Beat Xperiment/Intentions
145, Oi-SKALL MATES/I can't Stay with You
146, Oi-SKALL MATES/Enjoy yourself
147, Oi-SKALL MATES/TALIO
148, Operation Ivy/Yellin' In My Ear
149, Out Of Control Army，Dr.Shenka/Al Fondo del Mar
150, Out Of Control Army，The Locos/Quién devuelve el tiempo?
151, Out Of Control Army/Lilith
152, Plegue Of Happiness/REBEL YOUTH
153, Plegue Of Happiness/TUNJAL
155, Quit Ska Jazz/Cold Duck Time
156, Random Hand/Devil With a Microphone
157, Reel Big Fish/Don't Stop Skankin'
158, ROUTE85/Over the Limit
160, Russkaja/Rock'n Roll Today
161, Russkaja/Zirk
162, Russkaja/Love Revolution
164, Salon Victoria/Salome
165, Salon Victoria/Tumbao Fregao
166, Salon Victoria/Mr．Yamamoto
167, Save Ferris/Come on Eileen
168, Sessiones Reggae/Barracas Ska Tango
170, SHOW-SKA/ナオミの夢
171, SKA FREAKS/From This Room
175, SkaZka Orchestra/Bormental
176, Sonora de Llegar/Hipo ska
177, Sonora Skandalera/Eslabón
178, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/Monochrome Memories
179, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/4.70
180, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/Four
181, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/Trip Back To Childhood
182, The Autocratics/Solid State SKA
183, The Determinations/TIPSY
184, The Determinations/New day
185, The Interrupters/Rumors and Gossip
186, The Interrupters/Babylon
187, The Locos/Espacio Exterior
188, The Middle Volga Social Club/Give Me the Way
190, The OLDTONES/Monopolistic
191, The Rude Monkey Bones/La persecución
192, The Scofflaws/Rudy's Back
193, The Skatalites/Bamako Ska
194, The Specials/Nite Klub
195, TRI4TH/FULL DRIVE
196, Vallanzaska/Si si si no no no
197, Voodoo Glow Skulls/Fat Randy
198, Voodoo Glow Skulls/Left For Dead
199, Киоск/Маршрут 400
200, ผดุง ทรงแสง (แจ๊ส)，ThepPhithak/ป๊าด 8
おススメ引き続き募集中です
個人的には、2000年以降のジャマイカスカとか、上海あたりの大編成中華スカバンドとか、ホーミー入りのモンゴルスカとかあれば聞いてみたいところ
It's sudden, but right now in Japan, creativity is facing a true crisis. Characters like Uzaki-chan, Onsen Musume, and Tojo Rika are being targeted and flamed, game character designs are being infiltrated by political correctness, Johnny's Entertainment is being dismantled, swimsuit photo sessions in parks are being canceled, Hitoshi Matsumoto is being publicly shamed, and the new AV law was enacted without considering the opinions of those directly involved. Every form of expression in every venue is currently under unreasonable pressure.
How does this connect to the Tokyo gubernatorial election? In fact, a major event directly linked to this is occurring in the 2024 Tokyo gubernatorial election. As a creator, I hope this message reaches you.
What I am about to share is a story about someone named Himasora Akane, who you should know about to resist such pressures. But before I dive into that story, I want to express my deep gratitude to my old friend Nozomi for giving me the opportunity to post this article in a place where many creators will see it. As someone who also loves manga, anime, and games, I hope this information will benefit Japanese society and support Nozomi's activities.
Himasora Akane Should Be the Governor of Tokyo
First, I would like to make a straightforward request to you as a creator: please support Himasora Akane for governor. In this election, please write "Himasora Akane" on your ballot. The voting day is July 7th. Even if you are not a Tokyo resident, I ask that you at least listen to this story. If you find it interesting, please share it with your friends, family, and acquaintances. You can check Himasora Akane's campaign promises and the background of their candidacy on their Twitter (X) posts linked below:
Himasora Akane (Tokyo gubernatorial candidate)
https://x.com/himasoraakane/status/1804846779399324095
Himasora Akane Will Not Allow Our Culture to Be Burned
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku who loves manga, anime, and games. Known as "Cognitive Profiling Detective Akane Himasora," he has been active on Twitter (X) and YouTube, and now he is running for governor. Akane, who is deeply concerned about the repression and destruction of otaku culture, is challenging those who seek to destroy our culture alone. Akane will never allow those who try to burn our culture.
As mentioned at the beginning, all forms of expression are currently under pressure. Otaku culture, in particular, seems to be a prime target.
Uzaki-chan Blood Donation Poster Controversy (2019): A collaboration between the Japanese Red Cross Society and the manga Uzaki-chan was flamed for allegedly being overly sexual in its PR illustration.
V-Tuber Traffic Safety Video Controversy (2021): A V-Tuber hired by the Matsudo Police Department in Chiba Prefecture was deemed too sexual for public agency PR.
Onsen Musume Controversy (2021): Characters personifying local hot springs were criticized as sexist.
Mie Transport Official Character Controversy (2024): A character in a bus driver's uniform released by Mie Transport was flamed for evoking sexual images.
These controversies are often fueled by so-called political correctness and feminism. For creators, these are direct threats. If these factions label your work as sexual and demand it be burned to ashes, could you resist? How would you feel if your painstakingly created work, like your own child, was trampled by people who have no regard for your efforts? Could you continue your creative activities while constantly shrinking away?
Himasora Akane saw something behind these flaming incidents. He started investigating the key figure behind the Onsen Musume controversy, a representative of a general incorporated association in Tokyo. This association's core business, the Young Female Victims Support Project, received substantial public funds from Tokyo. Akane submitted public document disclosure requests to Tokyo and thoroughly dug into the organization. During his investigation, Akane uncovered many suspicions suggesting this project was unworthy of public funding, which he exposed one by one on social media.
Negligent accounting reports, taking protected girls to the Henoko base protest in Okinawa, Communist Party members waiting in the bus used to protect girls—these revelations drew significant attention online. The investigation extended beyond this general incorporated association to other NPOs receiving public funds, and Akane named this cluster of issues the "WBPC problem" after the initials of these organizations.
Akane's YouTube Channel (WBPC Problem Playlist)
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLI5gTciLKtAXRyzv9j5FiNMcc8eoEBbMN
From here, Akane's story expanded to resident audits, resident lawsuits, and national compensation lawsuits concerning the Tokyo Young Female Victims Support Project. Akane discovered that behind many flaming incidents, there is no clear command structure but a group of various political organizations and activists working together like an amoeba. He named this group the "Nanika Group" (Nanika means "something" in Japanese), a reference to the mysterious, ominous "something from another place" in the manga HUNTER×HUNTER, which Akane loves. The Nanika Group is also connected to welfare interests, where public funds flow unchecked. Akane called this phenomenon "Public Fund Chu-Chu" (siphoning).
For creators, this means the tax money they earn through hard work is used to burn their precious works. It's an intolerable situation.
Himasora Akane Is Fighting Against Those Who Burn Our Culture
In November 2022, a major event marked a turning point in this series of controversies. The general incorporated association under scrutiny held a press conference at the parliamentary office building, gathering media and announcing a lawsuit against Akane. This "Legal Harassment Press Conference," as it was called online, involved multiple layers of power: the government, the media, and a team of seven lawyers targeting a single individual.
However, Akane did not back down. Instead, he intensified his pursuit, exploiting the opponent's careless statements as lawsuit fodder. This led to an outpouring of support on social media, with his Twitter follower count skyrocketing and 160 million yen in donations for legal fees.
The following year, a resident audit request filed by Akane resulted in Tokyo's official website recognizing some improper points and deciding to audit the organization. However, Tokyo's lenient audit led Akane to file a resident lawsuit. Suspicion also turned towards Governor Yuriko Koike for allocating public funds through dubious sole-source contracts. Tokyo began excessively redacting documents in response to public document requests, attempting to conceal the issue. Koike's promise to end document redaction quietly disappeared from her campaign page.
Throughout this battle, Akane has been a target of criminal complaints and faced threats, yet he persists. His book "Netoge Senshi" was released amid bookstore threats, but only the criminal complaint was widely reported by the media, portraying Akane negatively.
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku, a top-tier online gamer during his student days, and a talented game creator who worked for a major game company and later a venture company. His meticulous work on the game "Shin Goku no Valhalla Gate" was betrayed by the company's CEO, leading to a seven-year legal battle that Akane ultimately won, securing 600 million yen. This experience fuels his fierce opposition to having his creations burned.
Before investigating the Young Female Victims Support Project, Akane exposed fraudulent feminist "knights" on his YouTube channel, shaking the internet. He detests lies and has an uncanny ability to detect them.
Akane is a special individual with extraordinary abilities, honed through his experiences in games, court battles, and extensive document analysis. His pursuit of truth and justice makes him a suitable candidate for governor, promising a world without lies and where honest people do not suffer.
What We Can Do to Protect Our Culture
Creative expression can be crushed if we are not vigilant. Even in modern Japan, otaku culture is on thin ice. The recent cessation of Visa transactions for DMM (Fanza) is a reminder of how a single card company can wield its power to dictate what is deemed appropriate expression. Expression freedom is fragile and constantly under threat.
To those reading this, I urge you to vote for Himasora Akane. Support him to protect our culture. Despite his harsh demeanor and preference for solitary battles, he is now seeking help for the first time. Akane feels the danger in this gubernatorial election and believes that if he does not become governor, everything will end. He has taken a stand for the people of Tokyo and Japan.
I wrote this article to support his spirit and spread the word. Please vote for Himasora Akane and help create a miracle.
To you, the creator, I sincerely hope this message reaches you.
夢と言っても大した夢じゃなくて、海みたいな
場所で気づいたらイルカの背に乗って、どこかまで連れていかれるみたいな感じ
そこで出てくる夕方がとても私は好きです
だからこの夢がみたくて、私はいつも寝ることだけは大切にしているのです
でも夢の中の私はその夢が好きなことも忘れて
いつもぽかんとしてイルカの背に揺られてしまいます。私はただ、イルカさんに「こんにちわ」が
言いたいのです
どうしたらいいのでしょう？
P: Me gustaría saber cómo mantener los recuerdos de la vida real incluso en los sueños.
Aunque diga que es un sueño, no es un gran sueño, es como el mar.
Me sentí como si estuviera montado en el lomo de un delfín y me llevaran a alguna parte.
Me gusta mucho la velada que aparece allí.
Por eso siempre valoro el sueño, porque quiero tener este sueño.
Pero en mi sueño, olvido que amo ese sueño.
Siempre me encuentro balanceándome sobre el lomo del delfín, boquiabierto. Sólo quería decirle "Hola" a Iruka-san.
quiero decir
¿Qué debo hacer?
A
ふむふむ、夢の中でも現実の記憶を維持する方法ですね。それはちょっと難しいかもしれませんね。でも、いくつかの方法がありますよ。
まずは、夢を見る前に自分が何を夢見たいのかイメージしてみることです。そして、そのテーマに関することを集中することが大切です。また、夢の中で自分が現実にいることを確認することも大切です。例えば、時計を見たり、何かを読んだりすることで自分が夢の中にいることを確認することができます。
また、夢の中で自分が何を感じたか、何を見たかを書き留めておくことも効果的です。それによって、夢の内容をより覚えやすくすることができます。
どうでしょうか？参考になりましたでしょうか？(＾◡＾)
線路は続くよどこまでも、って元はこんな歌詞だったの？ブラック労働じゃん。日本語版との差が怖くて泣いちゃった。
『線路は続くよどこまでも』（せんろはつづくよどこまでも、原曲名 I've Been Working on the Railroad）は、アメリカの民謡。
日本では佐木敏作詞の歌詞が付けられ、明るく楽しい汽車旅を歌っている。
文献上は1894年版の『Carmina Princetonia』（プリンストン大学のグリークラブ用の曲集）に「堤防の歌」(Levee Song)のタイトルで載せられているのがもっとも古い。
歌詞は黒人英語で「I been wukkin' on de railroad」になっている。
I've Been Working on the Railroad
I've been working on the railroad 俺は線路で働いている
I've been working on the railroad 俺は線路で働いている
Just to pass the time away あっという間に時間が過ぎてゆく
Don't you hear the whistle blowing 警笛が鳴り響くのが聞こえるだろ
Rise up so early in the morn こんな朝っぱらから起きろってさ
Don't you hear the captain shouting 親方の叫び声が聞こえるだろ
Dinah, blow your horn ダイナ、警笛を吹き鳴らせってさ
Dinah, won't you blow ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ
Dinah, won't you blow ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ
Dinah, won't you blow your ho-o-orn ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ、お前の警笛を
Dinah, won't you blow ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ
Dinah, won't you blow ダイナ、吹き鳴らしてくれ
気になったので mrs green apple columbus videoでXを検索してみた。
さっさと燃え悪意がなかったと表明した後だからか、差別されているのが白人ではないからか、そこまで燃えてはいない。
海外では無名だからかワンピースや炎炎の消防隊がもらい事故してる。
Japanese music band Mrs. GREEN APPLE who did the opening, Inferno for Fire Force, has pulled their latest music video, "Columbus", after huge outrage for depicting themselves as explorers and the native people as monkeys.
The band has issued an apology stating that their intension was to depict these Historical figures having a "fun house party".
https://x.com/AniNewsAndFacts/status/1801564317902639251?t=6FJCAn3rIhYNSe8VS7oulg&s=19
オープニング曲『炎炎ノ消防隊』を担当した日本の音楽バンド、Mrs. GREEN APPLEは、自分たちを探検家、原住民を猿に見立てて描いたことに大きな怒りがあったため、最新ミュージックビデオ「コロンバス」を取り下げた。
Jpop band Mrs. Green Apple’s latest MV “Columbus” has been pulled just 1 day after release. The highly problematic video features the 3 band members dressed as Christopher Columbus colonizing apes
Can’t believe people thought this was a good idea…
https://x.com/Johnny_suputama/status/1801237032993218978?t=KYIHDLHAz0FTTvHLK050Bg&s=19
even as someone who cannot stand mrs green apple, making the music video for a song called "columbus" like this is astonishingly bad. this was aimed at a GLOBAL AUDIENCE. at least the MV is being wiped from history but why did no one question civilised explorers finding monkeys?!
https://x.com/poppinapathetic/status/1801159185180094966?t=N-qlc1B9Uf2_3JXPqapHrw&s=19
People saying conservatives were even shocked 🥴 this is one of the reasons why the Japanese market is so insular—they can get away with racist shit all the time and there’s no outside reaction bc of copyrights creating barriers for their artists content.
https://x.com/JIMINistrending/status/1801652146728817000?t=wlfWdmBdD6Ybz46fzikn4w&s=19
猿として描写されたと感じる人は怒っている様子
Japanese people depicting us as monkeys is crazy lol. Now if a Native band wanted to talk about them in the aftermath of Nagasaki and Hiroshima....nevermind. My people would never sink so low. 👎🏼
https://x.com/sneakinmohican/status/1801750066190823611?t=p8wvbwDTranEy786jywQog&s=19
｢日本人のバンドが人種差別的なことをしているのを見たので、広島と長崎を持ち出して日本人全体に人種差別的になるつもりだ｣
Watch bunch of fucking Twitter and TikTok morons use this as a Gotcha moment, to be racist towards the Japanese. Fully ignoring the fact that they were forced to apologize for the shit they did by the Japanese themselves.
"I seen a Japanese band do something Racist so I'm gonna bring up Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and be racist to the entirety of Japan"
~ Random Twitter/TikTok morons probably ~
https://x.com/JustsomeSpaceG1/status/1801755322752606350?t=QPFcnfErhISVE5bW4l4STg&s=19
ErosEnro - [GclFIuRIoGhmOe] (花火)
10yue - [ZpOZ9oa6QqJweD] (アンコ)
iwara source downloaderの作者が公開停止して使えなくなって久しいので代替を紹介
https://github.com/dawn-lc/IwaraDownloadTool/blob/master/.github/README/README_ja.md
Chrome系/Firefox両対応。Tampermonkey入れたあとスクリプトページからインストール
以後iwaraが改変されてUIが出る。ファイル名はiwara source downloaderと同じ書式にするなら
%#ALIAS#% - %#TITLE#%
とする。自分は末尾に動画IDを足すため[%#ID#%]もつけてる
ページにチェックボックスが出るようになるため複数ダウンロードにも対応
MEGAリンクのある動画はDLせずそっちに誘導する機能もあるがiwara画質でいいならSettingでオフればおk
宛先フォルダまでカスタイマイズしたい場合はAria2というコマンドラインの汎用DLマネージャを拾ってきてパスの通った場所に置き
Node.jsをインストールしてから、powershellで
node node-server.js & aria2c --enable-rpc --rpc-listen-all
を実行してからスクリプトのSettingでAria2方式を選択してSaveで閉じればできる
ただし標準ではブラウザの保存パスではなくpowershellのカレントディレクトリ基準になるのでスクリプトのSettingからフルパス指定しとくといい
もしダウンロードキューをGUIで確認したいなら、 https://github.com/ziahamza/webui-aria2 をまるまるクローンしてどっかのフォルダに置き
powershellでそのフォルダへcdしてから上記コマンドを実行して、ブラウザで http://localhost:8888 を開いておけば見られる
常用するならWindowsのスケジューラーにログオン時このコマンドを書いたbatファイルを実行するようなタスクを追加しとくといい
WebUIからダウンロードアドレスを追加する場合、いにしえのflashgetがやってたような並列ダウンロードなんかが使える
Bob the First, at the head of my long list of robins, having been killed by my pet owl, I very soon bought another. This one was not so gentle nor so handsome as Bob the First, his wings and his tail having their ends sawed off by contact with the wires of too small a cage.
Fearing that he might be lonely in my aviary with only rabbits, guineapigs, pet rats, and pigeons for company, I bought another robin called Dick. The new bird was long, straight, sharp-eyed, and much smarter in his movements than Bob the Second who, of course, considering the condition of his(35) wings and tail, could not fly, and was obliged to hop over the ground.
It was very amusing to see the two robins stare at each other. Both had probably been trapped young, for at that time the law against the keeping of wild birds in captivity was not enforced, and boys and men were perniciously active in their depredations among our beautiful wild beauties.
Bob the Second was very fond of stuffing himself, and he used to drive the pigeons from the most promising window ledges and partake freely of the food scattered about.
Poor Dick ran about the ground looking for worms, and not finding many, got desperate and flew up to the window ledge.
Bob lowered his head and flew at him with open bill. Dick snapped at him, hopped up to the food, and satisfied his hunger, Bob meanwhile standing at a little distance, a queer, pained thread of sound issuing from between his bill, “Peep, peep, peep!”
A robin is a most untidy bird while eating, and as often as Dick scattered a morsel of food outside the dish, Bob would spring forward and pick it up with a reproving air, as if he were saying, “What an extravagant fellow you are!”
Whenever a new bird enters an aviary, he has to find his place—he is just like a new-comer in a community of human beings. Bob, being alone, was in the lead when Dick came. Dick, having the stronger bird mind, promptly dethroned him. They were(36) very amusing birds. Indeed, I find something clownish and comical about all robins kept in captivity.
The wild bird seems to be more businesslike. The partly domesticated bird, having no anxiety about his food supply, indulges in all sorts of pranks. He is curious and fond of investigation, and runs swiftly at a new object, and as swiftly away from it, if it seems formidable to him.
The arrival of new birds in the aviary always greatly excited Bob, and he hopped about, chirping, strutting, raising his head feathers, and sometimes acting silly with his food, just like a foolish child trying to “show off” before strangers.
When I introduced a purple gallinule to him, Bob flew up into the air, and uttered a shriek of despair. He feared the gallinule, and hated the first Brazil cardinal I possessed, and was always sparring with him. One day I put a second cardinal into the aviary. Bob thought it was his old enemy, and ran full tilt at him. His face of ludicrous dismay as he discovered his mistake and turned away, was too much for me, and I burst out laughing at him. I don’t think he minded being made fun of. He flirted his tail and hopped away.
At one time Bob made up his mind that he would not eat crushed hemp-seed unless I mixed it with bread and milk, and he would throw it all out of his dish unless I made it in the way he liked.
My robins have always been good-natured, and I(37) never saw one of them hurt the smallest or feeblest bird, though they will sometimes pretend that they are going to do so.
When Bob took a sun-bath, any member of the family who happened to be near him would always be convulsed with laughter. He would stretch his legs far apart, stick out his ragged plumage, elevate his head feathers till he looked as if he had a bonnet on, and then half shut his eyes with the most ludicrous expression of robin bliss.
All birds look more or less absurd when taking sun-baths. They seem to have the power to make each feather stand out from its neighbor. I suppose this is done in order that the sun may get to every part of the skin.
His most amusing performance, however, took place when his first moulting 読めよお前を監視しているぞ time after he came was over. One by one his old, mutilated feathers dropped out, and finally new ones took their places. On a memorable day Bob discovered that he had a real tail with a white feather on each side of it, and a pair of good, serviceable wings. He gave a joyful cry, shook his tail as if he would uproot it, then spread his wings and lifted himself in the air. Hopping time was over. He was now a real bird, and he flew from one end of the aviary to the other with an unmistakable expression of robin ecstasy.
Most unfortunately, I had not a chance to study poor Dick’s character as fully as Bob’s, for I only had him a short time. Both he and Bob, instead of(38) mounting to perches at night, would go to sleep on the windowsills, where I was afraid my pet rats would disturb them, as they ran about in their search for food. Therefore, I went into the aviary every evening, and lifted them up to a comfortable place for the night, near the hot-water pipes. I would not put robins in a warm place now. They are hardy birds, and if given a sufficient quantity of nourishing food do not need a warm sleeping-place. If we only had a better food supply I believe we would have many more wild birds with us in winter in the Northern States and Canada than we have now.
Late one evening I went into the aviary to put my robins to bed. I could only find Bob—Dick was nowhere to be seen. My father and mother joined me in the search, and finally we found his poor, lifeless body near the entrance to the rats’ underground nest. His head had been eaten—poor, intelligent Dick; and in gazing at him, and at the abundance of food in the aviary, the fate of the rats was sealed.
I fed my birds hard-boiled egg mashed with bread crumbs, crushed hemp-seed, scalded cornmeal, bread and milk, prepared mockingbird food, soaked ant eggs, all kinds of mush or “porridge,” as we say in Canada, chopped beef, potato and gravy, vegetables cooked and raw, seeds and fruit, an almost incredible amount of green stuff, and many other things—and yet the rats had found it necessary to commit a murder.
(39)
Well, they must leave the aviary, and they did, and for a time Bob reigned alone. I did try to bring up a number of young robins given to me by children who rescued them from cats, or who found them on the ground unable to fly, but for a long time I had very hard luck with them.
Either the birds were diseased or I did not feed them properly. I have a fancy that I half starved them. Bird fanciers whom I consulted told me to be sure and not stuff my robins, for they were greedy birds. As long as I took their advice my young robins died. When I went to my canaries for advice I saw that the parents watched the tiny heads folded like flowers too heavy for their stalks, over the little warm bodies in the nests.
The instant a head was raised the mother or father put a mouthful of warm egg-food in it. The little ones got all they would eat—indeed, the father, with food dripping from his mouth, would coax his nestlings to take just one beakful more. I smiled broadly and began to give my robins all the worms they wanted, and then they lived.
The bringing up of young birds is intensely interesting. I found that one reason why early summer is the favorite time for nest-making is because one has the short nights then. Parents can feed their young quite late in the evening and be up by early daylight to fill the little crops again. Robins are birds that like to sit up late, and are always the last to go to bed in the aviary.
(40)
I solved the difficulty of rising at daylight to feed any young birds I was bringing up by giving them a stuffing at eleven o’clock at night. Then I did not have to rise till nearly eight.
This, of course, was for healthy birds. If I had a sick guineapig, rabbit, or bird, I never hesitated to get up many times during the night, for I have a theory that men and women who cannot or will not undertake the moral responsibility of bringing up children, should at least assist in the rearing of some created thing, if it is only a bird. Otherwise they become egotistical and absorbed in self.
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
(27)
One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
peace and quietness of the night after the turmoil of the day, were hooting persistently and melodiously.
“The landlady and the boarders,” gasped my sister; “they will hear and wake up. Can’t you stop the little wretches?”
I sprang out of bed, and addressed a solemn remonstrance to Solomon and Betsy. They were exceedingly glad to see me, and distending their little throats, continued to hoot, their clear, sweet young voices carrying only too well on the still Californian night air.
Then the chipmunk woke up and began to slide up and down an inclined piece of wood in his part of the cage. We were in despair. We could not sleep, until I had the happy thought of giving the owls a bath. I seized Betsy, held her in a basin of water, and wet her feathers considerably. Then I served Solomon in the same way, and for the rest of the night the tiny little things occupied themselves in smoothing their wet plumage. The chipmunk quieted down, and we had peace.
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When we got into the cottage I had a carpenter build a small aviary at the back of it, with a box for rainy weather. The nights were not too cold for my hardy birds. Indeed, they were not too cold for many semi-tropical ones. I found a bird fancier not far from me, who had built a good-sized, open-air aviary, where he kept canaries and foreign finches all the year round, with only a partly open, glass shelter for the birds to use when it rained.
My sparrowhawk did not seem unhappy in my aviary, but he never had the contented, comfortable expression that the owls had. His apathy was pathetic, and the expression of his beautiful, cruel eyes was an unsatisfied one. In time, I should have allowed him to go, but suddenly he fell ill. I think I overfed him, for I got him into the habit of taking a late supper, always leaning out the window and handing him a piece of meat on the end of a stick before I went to bed.
I brought him into the warm kitchen, where he moped about for a few days. Just before he died he came hopping toward the parlor, where I sat entertaining a friend. I often took him in there on the broad windowsill and talked to him as I sat sewing.
He stood in the doorway, gave me a peculiar look, as if to say, “I would come in if you were alone,” hopped back to the kitchen, and in a short time was no more.
My sister and I mourned sincerely for our pretty bird, and I had the uncomfortable feeling that I(20) might have done better if I had left him in his own habitat—but then he might have starved to death if his parents had not found him. Would death by starvation have been any more painful than his death with me? Possibly some larger creature might have killed him swiftly and mercifully—it was a puzzling case, and I resolved to give up worrying about it. I had done what I considered was best, and I tried to console myself for his death in petting the dear little owls that had become so tame that they called to my sister and me whenever they saw us, and loved to have us take them in our hands and caress them.
About them I had no misgivings. They would certainly have died if I had not adopted them, and there was no question about their happiness. They were satisfied with a state of captivity. They had so far lost one of their owl habits, for they kept awake nearly all day, and slept nearly all night—and they could see quite well in the most brilliant Californian sunlight, and that is pretty brilliant. A cat or a dog many yards distant would cause them to raise excitedly the queer little ear tufts that play so prominent a part in the facial expression of some owls, and they would crack their beaks together and hiss angrily if the enemy came too near.
Cats and dogs frightened them, and a broom merely excited them. When strangers wanted to see the elevation of these tufts, a broom, swiftly passed over the floor, would cause Solomon and(21) Betsy to become very wide awake, with feather tufts straight up in the air. I never saw them abjectly and horribly frightened but once. A lady had brought her handsome parrot into the room where the owls were. The poor little mites put up their ear tufts, swayed to and fro on their perch, and instead of packing their feathers and becoming thin and elongated in appearance, as they did for cats and dogs, they puffed themselves out, snapped their beaks, and uttered the loudest hissing noise I had ever heard from them.
From their extremity of fear I concluded that their instinct told them this danger was so imminent that they must make themselves as formidable as possible.
The parrot was of course quickly removed, and I took care that they should never again see another one.
