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はてなキーワード: freedomとは
やっぱ一般市民をビームで焼き払ったり爆弾を仕掛けて自爆テロに使ったりして惨たらしく虐殺するとか敵を殺して問題を解決するのがガンダムだよな。
水星の魔女は人が死ぬことがそれほどなく不思議パワーで誰も殺さずに敵を無力化し、ついでに「さらば全てのGUND-ARM」をやって戦争を終わらせてしまった。
「やめなさい！」のフレッシュトマトじゃ血が足りない。もっと血を見せてくれよ。
学校の同級生が卒業後に敵味方に分かれて殺し合う、そんな血の同窓会が学園ものの醍醐味じゃねーのかよ。
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.
配信されてんのは知ってて、やっと観れた
武器も無くてどう戦う→武器ならある！→（愛とか言わないよな）→ラクスの愛だ！の流れは声出して笑った
そこからラクスが羽根くっ付けた後に外飛び出すのはギャグ空間ならではだしストフリのコックピットに入ったら何故か椅子が用意されてるのも謎だった
相変わらずキラは自分勝手だし、ラクスに振られたら周りに不快をまき散らす構ってちゃんだし、「なぜ一人で戦おうとする」って言われて「だってみんな弱いから」って返すあたりは全然成長しないおこちゃまだなあって感じだった
というかコレ人気だったんだよなコレで50億だっけ？
やっぱ独身ってこういうコテコテのクソ寒いバカップルに憧れてるの？
アカツキがレクイエムぶっ壊すシーンは良かったんだけどレクイエムの直撃を跳ね返すのはやりすぎ
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?
(30)
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.
(32)
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
マジでキツすぎるだろ。
痛々しすぎてちょっと耐えられない。
当時の感覚で完成されたキャラデザならともかく、無理して平成臭のする作品に合わせようとしてセンスのバランスが壊れとる。
そこから更にちょいちょい作画崩壊するのがキャラデザごと狂ってるのか下請けの仕事が終わってるのか混乱する。
戦闘シーンのクオリティは高いし出てくる新メカのセンスも笑えて面白いけどそれ以外のパートはしんどいな。
ガンダムシリーズ暗黒時代の薄っぺらい政治論ごっことか、世界地図に描かれた落書きみたいになってる導線グチャグチャの勢力図とか、雑に突っ込まれる三角関係、色んな部分がしょっぱい。
懐かしい。
当時も録画した分はこうやって見てた気がするわ
他に多くの部品や複雑な回路を必要とせず "マグネトロンだけで強力なマイクロ波が発生できるという特徴" がある。
この事から送信アンテナとチューナーアンプ、電源、マグネトロン、発振パーツなどで簡易型マイクロ波発生器が作れるのではないか…
工作するよりも発生範囲が１ｍくらいなら電池式の携帯型電磁波発生器（改造）で済むかもしれない。
マグネトロンが発生するマイクロ波は、レーダーなどや、生活に一番身近な場所では、電子レンジに応用されている。マグネトロン電波は１秒間に２４億５千回も振動する。
人体の水分に反応し発熱し腹部深部が熱くなったり、脳内に熱を持ったりする。
簡易型マイクロ波発生器で攻撃されると、まるで「ハイパーサーミア」の縮小型だ。
※がん治療などで使われる大型の電磁波温熱治療で決して首から上は照射してはいけない。
マイクロ波聴覚効果あるいはフレイ効果とはパルスマイクロ波あるいは変調マイクロ波によって、クリック音・変調音・単語が誘発される現象である。
これらの音は受信機なしに直接人間の頭の中に生成される。
マイクロ波聴覚効果は、最初に第二次世界大戦中にレーダートランスポンダの付近で作業する人によって1947年に報告された。
これらの誘発音は近くの他の人には聞こえない。
1970年代にNASAによる研究は、この効果が「低電力密度」でも、蝸牛（内耳の感覚器官）の周りの人間の耳の部分の熱膨張の結果として起こることを示した。
その後、信号変調により頭蓋内に発信された音や単語を生成することが見出された。これは、コミュニケーションでの活用可能性のために研究された。
アメリカ合衆国において、マイクロ波聴覚効果を利用した非致死兵器の存在は、（遅くとも）1998年からFreedom of Information Actに基づいて
2006年12月6日に"Bioeffects of Selected Non-Lethal Weaponry"として機密解除されるまで、NOFORNクラスの機密となっていた。
マイクロ波聴覚技術を応用することで、プライベートメッセージの送信を容易にすることができる。
上記文献には「マイクロ波聴覚技術を用いることで、この技術を知らない人を混乱状態に陥れることができる可能性があり、頭の中で突然声が聞こえることにより心理的に壊滅する可能性もある」
と書かれている。
1961年のアランH.フレイにによる発表は、彼の実験では、被験者が、送信機から100mの距離から、適切にパルスマイクロ波放射を聞くことができることが発見された。
以上の文献抜粋内容から判る通り、テクノロジー犯罪被害者の身体的ダメージ、脳内メッセージ混乱、昔からマイクロ波によって研究され解っていた技術だった事が判る。
高強度のマイクロ波には、電子レンジと同様に熱を生じるため生体に影響を与える可能性がある。
この為、携帯電話などの無線機器などでは、人体の電力比吸収率（単位は[Watt/kg]）を用いた規定値が欧州の国際非電離放射線防護委員会やアメリカ合衆国の連邦通信委員会などでは決められた
ほか、日本では国際非電離放射線防護委員会（ICNIRP）の電波防護ガイドラインに基づき、周波数 300 GHz （波長 1 mm）までの電波について、人体への影響を評価している。
『電磁波』は波長の長い方から「電波」・「光」・「X線」・「ガンマ線」に分類。
『電波』とは波長が 100μm 以上（周波数が 3 THz 以下）の電磁波すべてを指し、さらに波長域によって「低周波・超長波・長波・中波・短波・超短波・マイクロ波」と細分化される。
『光』とは波長が 1 mm から 2nm (0.000002 mm) 程度のものを指し、波長域によって「赤外線・可視光線・紫外線」に分けられている。
『X線、ガンマ線』は元々はX線は電子励起から発生する電磁波、ガンマ線は核内励起から発生する電磁波というように発生機構によって区分けされているものであるが、
Creepy Nuts・DJ松永が“スーパーフリー事件”を揶揄して炎上！「いつかこうなると思ってた」“おもしろい”の線引きを鈍らせた原因 | 週刊女性PRIME
これな。この話題な
早稲田大学の学園祭でスーパーフリーをネタとして名前を出したということで叩かれた件。2022年
X検索するといまだにおきもちおばさんゴロゴロ引っかかるんだわ。松永はこれからもこれ擦られそうだな
だけどな、これ普通に可哀想過すぎだろ。配信も録画もないフリートークだぞ。面白おかしく話そうとして中卒のDJが頑張ってるんだぞ
早稲田大学なんて部外者からしたら釜本邦茂とスーパーフリー以外の知識なんてないのが普通なのよ
なにがアンフェアって、スーパーフリーなんて今までも散々音楽業界でネタ化されてきたんだよ
事件発覚（2003年）から数年と経たないうちから楽曲に歌詞として「引用」されてて、何度も大手を振って使用してきた（中にはTラのポリコレスター・宇多丸の姿も！）
スーパーフリーを批判的ではない形で創作の一部に採用して録音して残している諸先輩が批判されずに、フリートークでちょろっとネタにした松永がこれでもかと批判されるの、あまりにバランスを欠きすぎだろ
そりゃ先輩方が普通にネタにしてるんだから、自分の番でいきなり怒られるとは思わないじゃん
そもそも早稲田大学なんて部外者からしたら釜本邦茂とスーパーフリー以外の知識なんてないのが普通なのよ
天皇杯で大学勢が最後に優勝したのが釜本がいた時代の早稲田なんだよね
別に松永を批判するな、って言ってるんじゃないんだよ。松永“だけ”を批判するのは可哀想っつってんの
やっぱお前ら中卒馬鹿にしてんだろ？
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「熱い！ヤバイ！間違いない!!」の元ネタ画像はこちら（当時の報道より）
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/F-v7hfGagAAccte.jpg
当時のキッズはみんな「和田サンだよ」のポーズもとれたんだよな
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アルファ＆スチャダラパー - 惚れたぜHarajuku（2005年）
夢は SUPER FREEDOM
なんだか 胃が痛いけど
ravex - I RAVE U feat.OZMA（2008年）
月曜はラヴラヴ(Dos-koi!!)
水曜はどうでしょう?
木曜はトゥリャトゥリャリャ(Yoshi-koi!!)
土用は鰻の日(Batchi-koi!!)
熱い!! ヤバイ!! 間違いない!!
探してるレコードは
いつもなかなかでてこない
あった！？ アラ 中身がない
どついたるねん - such a sweet lady（2014年）
RHYMESTER - サマー・アンセム feat. 小野瀬雅生 (CRAZY KEN BAND)（2014年）
いつも通りやっぱし開催
そう、夏が来ちゃったに
違いなーい！
取り敢えず賛同 いいすね どっちかっていうとまぁ…いいすね
どこがどう？って言われると困るけど個性的でとてもいいすね
なるほどわかりますいいすね 死んだ目で言うけどいいすね
絆、仲間、安いっすね やばい熱い間違いないっすね
『イージーライダー』を観た。
ニューシネマの代表と名高くて破滅的な青春の話だと思っていたけれど、どちらかと言えばニコルソン曰く自由を語りながら自由を恐れる時代に捻じ伏せられた若者の話って感じだった。
プッシャーやって得た金でイージーライダーを始めて、時計を投げ捨てるのがかっこよかった。
パンク修理で寄った家の"L.A"も伝わらない主人に「田舎に根を下ろしたんだな」と含みありげに語る主人公は逃げ場を求める気持ちを感じさせた。
ヒッピー集落では、はぐれ者同士身を寄せ合ってみても砂地じゃ食べ物にも困るような逃げ場の無さをほんのりと感じた。切迫した生活での信仰の頼りなさだとか、無知に生きる気楽さとか世知辛さとかも。
街へ出ていきなり逮捕されて出会ったニコルソンはボンボン風で人が良い。自由の体現者につられて、マリファナにビビったりはしつつ自分も口先で語るだけではない自由に飛び込んでみるのが冒険という感じがした。
立ち寄った食堂では主人公達に憧れる若者もいれば、怪訝な目でジロジロ見たり罵声を浴びせる保守的な連中もいて、結局そいつらにニコルソンが殺されてしまうのが辛い。
お通夜ムードで娼館に行って、謝肉祭に繰り出してグッチャグチャになる辺りはよう分からんかった。「神が不在なら発明する必要がある」はなんか印象的だった。
ラストの突き放すような呆気なさと虚しく響くエンディングは嫌いじゃない。
場面転換や謝肉祭のシーンに挟まれる謎のモンタージュが印象的だった。
作中で語られる"自由"はよくアメリカのそれと言われる"liberty"じゃなく"freedom"なんだな。
自由とは責任であり、自由とは不断の努力であり……とかそういうありきたりなの抜きで、おれもなんの束縛もしがらみもない自由を味わってみてえよ。たとえ世知辛くても……
物語作品の肉付け部、ディテールは思想の表現であり、読者は登場人物の台詞や服装（スーツ、古着、和服等）や行動などから、その思想を推認し、全体的には作者の思想を理解しようとするのである
日テレによる「田中さん」物語の肉付け部の改変は、作家個人が意図していた思想表現を歪めており、意見表明の自由（Freedom of opinion and expression）の侵害に当たる
頒布を業とする出版社や電波局は、作品が本来表現した思想を歪めない努力義務がある
多くの読者を獲得した作家の趣味感覚は、もはや単なる作家個人の趣味感覚であるとは言い難い（詐欺的手法が用いられた場合を除く）
憲法は国自治体による思想信条による差別を禁じている。また、憲法の私人間効力の原則からして、民間企業が個人の思想信条を侵害することはコンプライアンスに反する（トランスジェンダー問題同様）
