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はてなキーワード: painとは
Yo, yo, listen up, it's Kimigayo time,
Gonna drop these beats, gonna make it rhyme.
Our reign’s goin’ strong, like a rock it stands,
Spreadin’ peace and love across these lands.
Your rule is eternal, like stones in the sea,
Unchanging, unyielding, forever it’ll be.
Like pebbles in the ocean, stackin' up high,
Our future's lookin' bright, reachin' for the sky.
May your reign go on for a thousand years,
Through the joy and the pain, through the laughter and tears.
From the depths of our hearts, we all proclaim,
気になったので調べてみた。
| ひらがな | 漢字 | 対応する英語 | 圧縮倍率 |
| あ | 亜 | sub | 3倍 |
| い | 胃 | stomach | 7倍 |
| う | 鵜 | cormorant | 9倍 |
| え | 絵 | picture | 7倍 |
| お | 尾 | tail | 4倍 |
| か | 蚊 | mosquito | 8倍 |
| き | 木 | wood | 4倍 |
| く | 苦 | pain | 4倍 |
| け | 毛 | hair | 4倍 |
| こ | 粉 | powder | 6倍 |
| さ | 差 | difference | 10倍 |
| し | 師 | teacher | 7倍 |
| す | 酢 | vinegar | 7倍 |
| せ | 背 | back | 4倍 |
| そ | 祖 | ancestor | 8倍 |
| た | 多 | many | 4倍 |
| ち | 地 | ground | 6倍 |
| つ | 津 | harbour | 7倍 |
| て | 手 | hand | 4倍 |
| と | 都 | capital | 7倍 |
| な | 菜 | vegetable | 9倍 |
| に | 荷 | load | 4倍 |
| ぬ | 奴 | guy | 3倍 |
| ね | 根 | root | 4倍 |
| の | 野 | field | 5倍 |
| は | 葉 | leave | 5倍 |
Basically, a woman's vagina is 8 cm, so 8 cm is enough for a dick when she gets an erection.
Rather, thickness is easier to get a feeling of insertion than length. And this also doesn't have to be above average.
Rather, 20cm dicks don't fit all of Japanese people's body shape, and they just hurt because they force them to poke the vaginal wall instead of stimulating them.
I'm 16 cm and 5 cm thick, but if you insert this completely, most people feel a different pain,
People with little experience and people with narrow vaginas quickly rub and feel pain.
Anyway, if it's 8 cm, you won't be able to enjoy the stiffness of the uterine mouth, and if it's about average thickness, most women will feel loose.
You won't get the feeling of rubbing the hole, so to be honest, I feel sorry for people with average dick.
I feel sorry because I will "update my dick" even if I have an ex-boyfriend. In that sense, I'm jealous of 20cm dicks.
It's just that I can't put a long and thin dick completely, it just hurts, and I feel sorry for it.
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
I must talk about various things regarding the Barbie incident.
I saw a post about it from someone who is neither directly involved nor from Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and it made me realize that there are things I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and grew up listening to stories from the survivors, being a third-generation survivor myself. Most survivors are no longer with us, so I feel compelled to speak up.
In Nagasaki, kids grow up hearing about the atomic bomb. We were packed like sushi in a gymnasium without air conditioning or even fans during the scorching summer, and we listened to stories about the bomb. It was incredibly tough for me.
I imagine it was even harder for the elderly who spoke about their experiences. As a child, I couldn't fully comprehend their pain, and now, I can hardly remember most of the stories I heard. I can only recall one or two.
Every year during this time, gruesome images that would make PTA elsewhere go crazy were displayed in the hallways. I heard that many of the horrifying exhibits that used to traumatize visitors at the Atomic Bomb Museum have been removed, and the museum has been considerably sanitized. I'm not sure about the current situation, but that's how it was when I was there.
There was one photograph that I could never bear to look at as a child – a picture of Tadashi Taniguchi. You can find it if you search, but it's a shocking image with a viewer discretion warning. Still, I want people to see it.
I couldn't walk down the hallway where that photo was displayed, and I always took a different route, avoiding it so I wouldn't have to see it.
Now, I think of my grandpa who went to the ruins to search for my sister. He couldn't look away or take a different path. The pain must have been unimaginable.
Besides photographs, there were many living people moaning in pain back then, and there must have been even more who succumbed to suffering.
My grandpa walked for miles, pulling a handcart through the debris-laden streets of Nagasaki, searching for my sister.
Even though my grandpa was not a child, I'm sure there were elementary school kids who did similar things. I don't just think they might have been there; they were there. I heard the stories from the people themselves, and I still remember them.
I can't forget the stories I heard as a child, such as the young siblings finding their father's burnt corpse in the ruins and cremating him. They didn't have enough firewood, and their father ended up half-burnt. They ran away after seeing the brain tissue oozing out, and that became their final farewell.
I can never forget those stories I heard as a child, and even now, they still bring pain and suffering, making my hands tremble and tears flow.
I wonder how my grandpa, who ran away from that father's brain tissue, could expose his unimaginable trauma and everlasting scars to the world.
Now, I feel like I understand a little.
Even someone like me, who experienced such unimaginable trauma, has gone through pain that I can't even imagine being compared to being discarded, forgotten, and ignored. Compared to what those people experienced, my suffering means nothing.
My trembling hands and the palpitations and dizziness I experienced are nothing compared to the tremendous pain that many others went through.
Memories fade irreversibly every time they pass through people's lips. The memories that I couldn't bear to be forgotten are almost forgotten now.
The unimaginable pain that existed 78 years ago has mostly disappeared, and we can no longer pass it on.
The people who suffered the most from the atomic bomb perished in the ruins, rotting away without being able to convey it to anyone.
Even those who saw it with their own eyes mostly took the memories with them to their graves. Most of them are now under the tombstones.
Compared to the words of the elderly, my words seem so light. I think that speaking with such light words would be better than keeping silent, as silence has led to this result.
I feel like I might occasionally choose to stop imagining the unimaginable pain and consume the suffering of others in an amusing way to live on.
Before I forget the pain and suffering of those elderly people, whose faces and voices I can no longer recall, I will leave this here.
ワイ
ChatGPT
弱い男性は、どこにいるのさ？
弱い男性には、あたしにかかってこいよ
キティ:
でもそれが悪いとは言わないよ
そうかもしれないけど、あたしはそう思わない
弱い男性を踏みつけるなんて、あたしにはできない
強さは女性にもあるって、忘れちゃいけない
キティ:
弱者男性に優しくしても、彼らはあたしたちを見下すよ
強くなければ、この世界では生き残れないんだよ
でも強さって何だろう？
自分より弱い者を踏みつけること？
それとも、弱者を助けること？
あたしは後者を選ぶよ
キティ:
それでもあたしは強さが必要だと思うよ
強さと優しさを併せ持って、弱者男性を支えるんだ
ワイ
ChatGPT
[Miffy:]
Yo, it's Miffy and Kitty on the mic
And we're here to talk about a topic that's tight
It's about the men who feel weak inside
But they don't show it, they just try to hide
[Kitty:]
It's time to break down that toxic mold
Where men gotta be tough, and never fold
But vulnerability is not a flaw
It's a strength, and it's time we saw
[Miffy:]
So to all the men out there feeling small
Don't be afraid to let down the wall
It's okay to ask for help and support
You're not alone, we'll be your escort
[Kitty:]
We'll listen to your stories and your fears
We'll hold you up, we'll dry your tears
You don't have to go through it alone
We're here for you, until you're grown
[Miffy:]
So let's break down the stigma and the shame
That says men can't show their pain
It's time to open up and let it out
And let the world know what you're all about
[Kitty:]
So to all the vulnerable men out there
We see you, we hear you, and we care
The Sacrament—and the Sacrifice
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
I pray for your faith and prayers that my utterances will be received and understood “by the Spirit of truth” and that my expressions will be given “by the Spirit of truth” so that we might all be “edified and rejoice together.” (See D&C 50:21–22.)
As I stand here today—a well man—words of gratitude and acknowledgment of divine intervention are so very inadequate in expressing the feelings in my soul.
Six months ago at the April general conference, I was excused from speaking as I was convalescing from a serious operation. My life has been spared, and I now have the pleasant opportunity of acknowledging the blessings, comfort, and ready aid of my Brethren in the First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve, and other wonderful associates and friends to whom I owe so much and who surrounded my dear wife, Ruby, and my family with their time, attention, and prayers. For the inspired doctors and thoughtful nurses I express my deepest gratitude, and for the thoughtful letters and messages of faith and hope received from many places in the world, many expressing, “You have been in our prayers” or “We have been asking our Heavenly Father to spare your life.” Your prayers and mine, thankfully, have been answered.
One unusual card caused me to ponder upon the majesty of it all. It is an original painting by Arta Romney Ballif of the heavens at night with its myriad golden stars. Her caption, taken from Psalms, reads:
“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
“He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
“… His understanding is infinite.” (Ps. 147:1, 3–5.)
As I lay in the hospital bed, I meditated on all that had happened to me and studied the contemplative painting by President Marion G. Romney’s sister and the lines from Psalms: “He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.” I was then—and continue to be—awed by the goodness and majesty of the Creator, who knows not only the names of the stars but knows your name and my name—each of us as His sons and daughters.
“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
“What is man, that thou art mindful of him? …
“For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.” (Ps. 8:3–5.)
To be remembered is a wonderful thing.
The evening of my health crisis, I knew something very serious had happened to me. Events happened so swiftly—the pain striking with such intensity, my dear Ruby phoning the doctor and our family, and I on my knees leaning over the bathtub for support and some comfort and hoped relief from the pain. I was pleading to my Heavenly Father to spare my life a while longer to give me a little more time to do His work, if it was His will.
While still praying, I began to lose consciousness. The siren of the paramedic truck was the last that I remembered before unconsciousness overtook me, which would last for the next several days.
The terrible pain and commotion of people ceased. I was now in a calm, peaceful setting; all was serene and quiet. I was conscious of two persons in the distance on a hillside, one standing on a higher level than the other. Detailed features were not discernible. The person on the higher level was pointing to something I could not see.
I heard no voices but was conscious of being in a holy presence and atmosphere. During the hours and days that followed, there was impressed again and again upon my mind the eternal mission and exalted position of the Son of Man. I witness to you that He is Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, Savior to all, Redeemer of all mankind, Bestower of infinite love, mercy, and forgiveness, the Light and Life of the world. I knew this truth before—I had never doubted nor wondered. But now I knew, because of the impressions of the Spirit upon my heart and soul, these divine truths in a most unusual way.
I was shown a panoramic view of His earthly ministry: His baptism, His teaching, His healing the sick and lame, the mock trial, His crucifixion, His resurrection and ascension. There followed scenes of His earthly ministry to my mind in impressive detail, confirming scriptural eyewitness accounts. I was being taught, and the eyes of my understanding were opened by the Holy Spirit of God so as to behold many things.
The first scene was of the Savior and His Apostles in the upper chamber on the eve of His betrayal. Following the Passover supper, He instructed and prepared the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper for His dearest friends as a remembrance of His coming sacrifice. It was so impressively portrayed to me—the overwhelming love of the Savior for each. I witnessed His thoughtful concern for significant details—the washing of the dusty feet of each Apostle, His breaking and blessing of the loaf of dark bread and blessing of the wine, then His dreadful disclosure that one would betray Him.
He explained Judas’s departure and told the others of the events soon to take place.
Then followed the Savior’s solemn discourse when He said to the Eleven: “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33.)
Our Savior prayed to His Father and acknowledged the Father as the source of His authority and power—even to the extending of eternal life to all who are worthy.
He prayed, “And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.”
Jesus then reverently added:
“I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do.
“And now, O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.” (John 17:3–5.)
He pled not only for the disciples called out from the world who had been true to their testimony of Him, “but for them also which shall believe on me through their word.” (John 17:20.)
When they had sung a hymn, Jesus and the Eleven went out to the Mount of Olives. There, in the garden, in some manner beyond our comprehension, the Savior took upon Himself the burden of the sins of mankind from Adam to the end of the world. His agony in the garden, Luke tells us, was so intense “his sweat was as … great drops of blood falling … to the ground.” (Luke 22:44.) He suffered an agony and a burden the like of which no human person would be able to bear. In that hour of anguish our Savior overcame all the power of Satan.
The glorified Lord revealed to Joseph Smith this admonition to all mankind:
“Therefore I command you to repent …
“For … I, God, … suffered … for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent; …
“Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, …
“Wherefore, I command you again to repent, lest I humble you with my almighty power; and that you confess your sins, lest you suffer these punishments.” (D&C 19:15–16, 18, 20.)
During those days of unconsciousness I was given, by the gift and power of the Holy Ghost, a more perfect knowledge of His mission. I was also given a more complete understanding of what it means to exercise, in His name, the authority to unlock the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven for the salvation of all who are faithful. My soul was taught over and over again the events of the betrayal, the mock trial, the scourging of the flesh of even one of the Godhead. I witnessed His struggling up the hill in His weakened condition carrying the cross and His being stretched upon it as it lay on the ground, that the crude spikes could be driven with a mallet into His hands and wrists and feet to secure His body as it hung on the cross for public display.
Crucifixion—the horrible and painful death which He suffered—was chosen from the beginning. By that excruciating death, He descended below all things, as is recorded, that through His resurrection He would ascend above all things. (See D&C 88:6.)
Jesus Christ died in the literal sense in which we will all die. His body lay in the tomb. The immortal spirit of Jesus, chosen as the Savior of mankind, went to those myriads of spirits who had departed mortal life with varying degrees of righteousness to God’s laws. He taught them the “glorious tidings of redemption from the bondage of death, and of possible salvation, … [which was] part of [our] Savior’s foreappointed and unique service to the human family.” (James E. Talmage, Jesus the Christ, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1977, p. 671.)
I cannot begin to convey to you the deep impact that these scenes have confirmed upon my soul. I sense their eternal meaning and realize that “nothing in the entire plan of salvation compares in any way in importance with that most transcendent of all events, the atoning sacrifice of our Lord. It is the most important single thing that has ever occurred in the entire history of created things; it is the rock foundation upon which the gospel and all other things rest,” as has been declared. (Bruce R. McConkie, Mormon Doctrine, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1966, p. 60.)
Father Lehi taught his son Jacob and us today:
“Wherefore, redemption cometh in and through the Holy Messiah; for he is full of grace and truth.
“Behold, he offereth himself a sacrifice for sin, to answer the ends of the law, unto all those who have a broken heart and a contrite spirit; and unto none else can the ends of the law be answered.
“Wherefore, how great the importance to make these things known unto the inhabitants of the earth, that they may know that there is no flesh that can dwell in the presence of God, save it be through the merits, and mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah, who layeth down his life according to the flesh, and taketh it again by the power of the Spirit, that he may bring to pass the resurrection of the dead, being the first that should rise.
“Wherefore, he is the firstfruits unto God, inasmuch as he shall make intercession for all the children of men; and they that believe in him shall be saved.” (2 Ne. 2:6–9.)
Our most valuable worship experience in the sacrament meeting is the sacred ordinance of the sacrament, for it provides the opportunity to focus our minds and hearts upon the Savior and His sacrifice.
The Apostle Paul warned the early Saints against eating this bread and drinking this cup of the Lord unworthily. (See 1 Cor. 11:27–30.)
Our Savior Himself instructed the Nephites, “Whoso eateth and drinketh my flesh and blood unworthily [brings] damnation to his soul.” (3 Ne. 18:29.)
Worthy partakers of the sacrament are in harmony with the Lord and put themselves under covenant with Him to always remember His sacrifice for the sins of the world, to take upon them the name of Christ and to always remember Him, and to keep His commandments. The Savior covenants that we who do so shall have His spirit to be with us and that, if faithful to the end, we may inherit eternal life.
Our Lord revealed to Joseph Smith that “there is no gift greater than the gift of salvation,” which plan includes the ordinance of the sacrament as a continuous reminder of the Savior’s atoning sacrifice. He gave instructions that “it is expedient that the church meet together often to partake of bread and wine in the remembrance of the Lord Jesus.” (D&C 6:13; D&C 20:75.)
Immortality comes to us all as a free gift by the grace of God alone, without works of righteousness. Eternal life, however, is the reward for obedience to the laws and ordinances of His gospel.
I testify to all of you that our Heavenly Father does answer our righteous pleadings. The added knowledge which has come to me has made a great impact upon my life. The gift of the Holy Ghost is a priceless possession and opens the door to our ongoing knowledge of God and eternal joy. Of this I bear witness, in the holy name of Jesus Christ, amen.
2022年の防衛費増額のための増税を皮切りに、日本の軍事力は目覚ましい発展を遂げた。日本政府は米国、韓国の武器を大量に買い込み軍拡を急いだ。防衛費の余剰金は増税に向けて奮闘した自民党に所属する政治家たちに渡っていった。この歴史的快挙を前にこれを咎める人はいなかった。
よくやった岸田。五輪招致決定以来の喜びに頬は熱を帯び赤く染まっていた。
森林環境をはじめとした万物に税がかけられ、日本の税収は世界一位に飛躍した。世界一位という得難い称号に国民は心躍った。念願の敵基地攻撃能力を手に入れるまでそう時間はかからなかった。
賑わう国内に冷や水をかけるかのように周辺国が日本海へ威嚇攻撃を開始した。急な軍拡を危険視しての行動だった。だが、もう遺憾という言葉を述べる必要も並べ立てる必要もない。しかし、義憤を胸に行使した敵基地攻撃能力の結果は思わぬ物だった。核による報復を受けることになってしまったのだ。
国民は岸田総理に対して核を保有すべきだったと声を荒げた。核保有国に対し容易に反撃をすべきではないとの意見も飛び交った。
岸田総理は言うまでもなく国内外からの批判を一身に受けることとなった。五感を研ぎ澄ました結果、国民の声という雑音に意識を逸らされてしまったと説明し総理大臣を辞任した。
追い討ちと言わんばかりに敗戦による賠償が重くのしかかった。増税や宗教法人への献金によって疲弊した経済や先送りにされた少子高齢化はすでに歯止めが効く状態ではなかった。
薄汚れた冷蔵庫には壺につけられたキムチしか残っていない。経済が破綻し貧しい日本にあるのは韓国から支援として送られてきたこの食べ物だけだ。
今日もこれを食べるのか。唐辛子で胃腸が刺激されていつもに増して感情的になる。
空腹に韓国製のキムチは堪えるなあ。悲しい独り言が物一つない独居房のような部屋に響く。全く日本人の食の好みに合っていない。
ペットの猫にも仕方なく食わせていたが、これを嫌がりしまいには餓死してしまった。つい半年前のことだった。それでもよく持った方だったのかもしれない。盛り蕎麦とかけ蕎麦が支給されていた頃はまだよかった。
愛猫につけられた引っ掻き傷を眺めて時間をやり過ごす。なんでこんなことになってしまったんだろう・・・。
課税されていない唯一の食べ物だから日本国民は胃腸に負担を強いてでもこれを食べなければならん。私は最初に日本が軍国主義の道を突き進んでいた頃の映像を思い浮かべながらそう呟いて強がった。
食品から、道路の利用、公園のベンチの使用まで特別税がかけらている。もうどれにいくら掛けられているかなんて気にしている人はいない。
こんな孤独な私にも妻子がいたが、数十年前に木製のボートで脱日してしまった。脱北者みたいなことをするなと叱ったが、こんな国にいても生活は良くならないと言って憚らなかった。
私が子供に教えてやれたのはDENTAL PAIN、HELP MEという英語だけ。他に役に立つことは教えてあげられなかった。
元気にSHEINの服を裁縫しているだろうか。本当は一緒にいたかったが、今となっては日本より気候が穏やかな国で裁縫をしてくれていることを祈るばかりだ。
いつもと変わらない日々。無くなってしまった過去を枕がわりに想い抱きながら床に就く。妻は妻、私は私、現状維持、今より悪くならなければいいじゃないか。自民党を支持していたあの時のように。この平和な日本でデモをしたり亡命するのは野蛮で無意味な行為だ。
そう言い聞かせる自分を否定するかのように右翼街宣車のエンジン音が静寂を引き裂いた。軍艦行進曲の重低音が荒れた胃腸に響き渡る。晋三が帰ってくるぞ。自称保守派の狂喜に湧く叫び声が薄い壁を突き刺し私の耳に届いた。
安倍晋三、懐かしい響きだ。私は追い立てられるように子供の形見の薄汚れたキャラクター物のサンダルを履いて外へ出た。遠方に光の柱が根を下ろしているのが見える。まるで三本の矢のようだった。
あの光は・・・。
老人しかいなくなってしまい荒んだ日本に、蘇った文鮮明・池田大作・安倍晋三の三大売国神が降り立つ。
私は神々しさに思わず糞尿を垂らしてしまった。キムチの唐辛子で胃腸が過敏になっていたからだろうか。汚物とカプサイシンのツンとした臭いが辺りに立ち込める。
安倍晋三氏は国神になられたんだ。誰かが嗄れたか細い声でそう呟いた。
日本を"とりもろす"。つかみどころのない笑みを浮かべながらそう口を開くとともに第三次安倍政権は樹立する。
2022年の防衛費増額のための増税を皮切りに、日本の軍事力は目覚ましい発展を遂げた。日本政府は米国、韓国の武器を大量に買い込み軍拡を急いだ。防衛費の余剰金は増税に向けて奮闘した自民党に所属する政治家たちに渡っていった。この歴史的快挙を前にこれを咎める人はいなかった。
よくやった岸田。五輪招致決定以来の喜びに頬は熱を帯び赤く染まっていた。
森林環境をはじめとした万物に税がかけられ、日本の税収は世界一位に飛躍した。世界一位という得難い称号に国民は心躍った。念願の敵地攻撃能力を手に入れるまでそう時間はかからなかった。
賑わう国内に冷や水をかけるかのように周辺国が日本海へ威嚇攻撃を開始した。急な軍拡を危険視しての行動だった。だが、もう遺憾という言葉を述べる必要も並べ立てる必要もない。しかし、義憤を胸に行使した敵地攻撃能力の結果は思わぬ物だった。核による報復を受けることになってしまったのだ。
国民は岸田総理に対して核を保有すべきだったと声を荒げた。核保有国に対し容易に反撃をすべきではないとの意見も飛び交った。
岸田総理は言うまでもなく国内外からの批判を一身に受けることとなった。五感を研ぎ澄ました結果、国民の声という雑音に意識を逸らされてしまったと説明し総理大臣を辞任した。
追い討ちと言わんばかりに敗戦による賠償が重くのしかかった。増税や宗教法人への献金によって疲弊した経済や先送りにされた少子高齢化はすでに歯止めが効く状態ではなかった。
薄汚れた冷蔵庫には壺につけられたキムチしか残っていない。経済が破綻し貧しい日本にあるのは韓国から支援として送られてきたこの食べ物だけだ。
今日もこれを食べるのか。唐辛子で胃腸が刺激されていつもに増して感情的になる。
空腹に韓国製のキムチは堪えるなあ。悲しい独り言が物一つない独居房のような部屋に響く。全く日本人の食の好みに合っていない。
ペットの猫にも仕方なく食わせていたが、これを嫌がりしまいには餓死してしまった。つい半年前のことだった。それでもよく持った方だったのかもしれない。盛り蕎麦とかけ蕎麦が支給されていた頃はまだよかった。
愛猫につけられた引っ掻き傷を眺めて時間をやり過ごす。なんでこんなことになってしまったんだろう・・・。
課税されていない唯一の食べ物だから日本国民は胃腸に負担を強いてでもこれを食べなければならん。私は最初に日本が軍国主義の道を突き進んでいた頃の映像を思い浮かべながらそう呟いて強がった。
食品から、道路の利用、公園のベンチの使用まで特別税がかけらている。もうどれにいくら掛けられているかなんて気にしている人はいない。
こんな孤独な私にも妻子がいたが、数十年前に木製のボートで脱日してしまった。脱北者みたいなことをするなと叱ったが、こんな国にいても生活は良くならないと言って憚らなかった。
私が子供に教えてやれたのはDENTAL PAIN、HELP MEという英語だけ。他に役に立つことは教えてあげられなかった。
元気にSHEINの服を裁縫しているだろうか。本当は一緒にいたかったが、今となっては日本より気候が穏やかな国で裁縫をしてくれていることを祈るばかりだ。
いつもと変わらない日々。無くなってしまった過去を枕がわりに想い抱きながら床に就く。妻は妻、私は私、現状維持、今より悪くならなければいいじゃないか。自民党を支持していたあの時のように。この平和な日本でデモをしたり亡命するのは野蛮で無意味な行為だ。
そう言い聞かせる自分を否定するかのように右翼街宣車のエンジン音が静寂を引き裂いた。軍艦行進曲の重低音が荒れた胃腸に響き渡る。晋三が帰ってくるぞ。自称保守派の狂喜に湧く叫び声が薄い壁を突き刺し私の耳に届いた。
安倍晋三、懐かしい響きだ。私は追い立てられるように子供の形見の薄汚れたキャラクター物のサンダルを履いて外へ出た。遠方に光の柱が根を下ろしているのが見える。まるで三本の矢のようだった。
あの光は・・・。
老人しかいなくなってしまい荒んだ日本に、蘇った文鮮明・池田大作・安倍晋三の三大売国神が降り立つ。
私は神々しさに思わず糞尿を垂らしてしまった。キムチの唐辛子で胃腸が過敏になっていたからだろうか。汚物とカプサイシンのツンとした臭いが辺りに立ち込める。
安倍晋三氏は国神になられたんだ。誰かが嗄れたか細い声でそう呟いた。
日本を"とりもろす"。つかみどころのない笑みを浮かべながらそう口を開くとともに第三次安倍政権は樹立する。
2022年の防衛費増額のための増税を皮切りに、日本の軍事力は目覚ましい発展を遂げた。日本政府は米国、韓国の武器を大量に買い込み軍拡を急いだ。防衛費の余剰金は増税に向けて奮闘した政治家たちに渡った。
五輪招致決定以来の喜びに頬は熱を帯び赤く染まっていた。
森林環境をはじめとした万物に税がかけられ、日本の税収は世界一位に飛躍した。念願の敵地攻撃能力を手に入れるまでそう時間はかからなかった。
急な軍拡を危険視した周辺国が日本海へ威嚇攻撃を開始した。もう遺憾という言葉を述べる必要はない。その喜びを胸に行使した敵地攻撃能力の結果は思わぬ物だった。核による報復を受けることになってしまったのだ。
国民は岸田総理に対して核を保有すべきだったと声を荒げた。核保有国に対し容易に反撃をすべきではないとの意見も飛び交った。
岸田総理は国内外からの批判を受け、五感を研ぎ澄ました結果、国民の声という雑音に意識を逸らされてしまったと説明し総理大臣を辞任した。
追い討ちと言わんばかりに敗戦による賠償が重くのしかかった。増税や宗教法人への献金によって疲弊した経済や先送りにされた少子高齢化はすでに歯止めが効く状態ではなかった。
薄汚れた冷蔵庫には壺につけられたキムチしか残っていない。経済が破綻し貧しい日本にあるのは韓国から支援として送られてきたこの食べ物だけだ。
今日もこれを食べるのか。唐辛子で胃腸が刺激されていつもに増して感情的になる。
空腹に韓国製のキムチは堪えるなあ。悲しい独り言が物一つない独居房のような部屋に響く。全く日本人の食の好みに合っていない。
ペットの猫にも仕方なく食わせていたが、これを嫌がりしまいには餓死してしまった。つい半年前のことだった。それでもよく持った方だったのかもしれない。
愛猫につけられた引っ掻き傷を眺めて時間をやり過ごす。なんでこんなことになってしまったんだろう・・・。
課税されていない唯一の食べ物だから日本国民は胃腸に負担を強いてでもこれを食べなければならん。私は最初に日本が軍国主義の道を突き進んでいた頃の映像を思い浮かべながらそう呟いて強がった。
食品から、道路の利用、公園のベンチの使用まで特別税がかけらている。もうどれにいくら掛けられているかなんて気にしている人はいない。その点だけが昔の日本と変わらない唯一のものだった。
こんな孤独な私にも妻子がいたが、数十年前に木製のボートで脱日してしまった。脱北者みたいなことをするなと叱ったが、こんな国にいても生活は良くならないと言って憚らなかった。
私が子供に教えてやれたのはDENTAL PAIN、HELP MEという英語だけ。他に役に立つことは教えてあげられなかった。
元気にSHEINの服を裁縫しているだろうか。本当は一緒にいたかったが、今となっては日本より気候が穏やかな国で裁縫をしてくれていることを祈るばかりだ。
いつもと変わらない日々。無くなってしまった過去を枕がわりに想い抱きながら床に就く。妻は妻、私は私、現状維持、今より悪くならなければいいじゃないか。
そう言い聞かせる自分を否定するかのように右翼街宣車のエンジン音が静寂を引き裂いた。軍艦行進曲の重低音が荒れた胃腸に響き渡る。晋三が帰ってくるぞ。自称保守派の狂喜に湧く叫び声が薄い壁を突き刺し私の耳に届いた。
安倍晋三、懐かしい響きだ。私は追い立てられるように子供の形見の薄汚れたキャラクター物のサンダルを履いて外へ出た。遠方に光の柱が根を下ろしているのが見える。まるで三本の矢のようだった。
あの光は・・・。
老人しかいなくなってしまい荒んだ日本に、蘇った文鮮明・池田大作・安倍晋三の三大売国神が降り立つ。
私は神々しさに思わず糞尿を垂らしてしまった。キムチの唐辛子で胃腸が過敏になっていたからだろうか。汚物とカプサイシンのツンとした臭いが辺りに立ち込める。
安倍晋三氏は国神になられたんだ。誰かがそうか細い声でつぶやいた。
国神となった安倍による第三次政権が日本を取り戻してくれるかもしれない、そんな淡い期待が冷め切った体を温かくする。
日本を"とりもろす"。つかみどころのない笑みを浮かべそう口を開いた。
Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars are now right
Eons have passed: now then at last
Prison walls break, Old Ones awake!
They will return: mankind will learn
New kinds of fear when they are here
They will reclaim all in their name;
Hopes turn to black when they come back
Ignorant fools, mankind now rules
Where they ruled then: it's theirs again
Stars brightly burning, boiling and churning
Bode a returning season of doom
Scary scary scary scary solstice
Up from the sea, from underground
Down from the sky, they're all around
They will return: mankind will learn
New kinds of fear when they are here
Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars are now right
Eons have passed: now then at last
Prison walls break, Old Ones awake!
Madness will reign, terror and pain
Woes without end where they extend
Ignorant fools, mankind now rules
Where they ruled then: it's theirs again
Stars brightly burning, boiling and churning
Bode a returning season of doom
Scary scary scary scary solstice
Up from the sea, from underground
Down from the sky, they're all around
(Look to the sky, way up on high
There in the night stars now are right)
They will return
日本では女優がヤメテ！って叫ぶからJ-AVみすぎてる外人さんはYAMETE!をエロい言葉だと思ってるって話を読んだ。
あとは、いや！って言葉を女優が多用するから実際の性行為でいやだといっても伝わらないとかね。
それにくらべて米国ではNOといったらプレイをやめなきゃなんないという契約をするから云々みたいな話も聞いた。
それはいいことだとは思うけどね、そのせいで洋ポルノそうとうおかしなことになってるよ。
NOといわないだけ、なんだもん。
例えば、PAINANALというジャンルがある。文字通り、PAINFULなANALプレイで外人さんのクソでか性器をNO MERCYでがんがんシリアナにごりごりやるんだけど、女優はイヤとかノーとかいわないんよ。オゥイエスッオーファッキンイエスって喜んでるんよ。あんなん痛いだけに決まってるのに。それ以外にも、顔が赤紫になるまで首しめたり、足を口につっこんだり、足で顔を踏んだり、口が裂けそうなイラ◯したり、間接技きめられてるみたいな体位や、、とにかくただ痛いだけのプレイでも、ファッキンイエスって微笑んだりノリノリよってな感じの態度で臨んでるんよ。
まだ、いやとかやめてといってる方が認知が歪まねぇような気さえするんだが。だって、強い痛みを感じるような乱暴なプレイをしても、タイトルにPAINが入っていても、女優はノリノリで喜んでるんだぜ？エロ漫画文化における快楽落ちとかって、いちおう最初の方はいやがってるけど快楽のあまり結局は…って言う段階のあるファンタジーだけど、洋ポルノってその段階すらないやん。いやべつに日本のポルノ業界やポルノ文化のほうが健全とか安全とかそういうことがいいたいんじゃないよ。
増 "Well… do you have something you want to tell to Japanese people?"
B "well, I would say something not only to the Japanese, but to many other people. how should I put this?
"Most people began to hate Russians by default. But this war was started by our government, not by us. Of course, we don't want this war, nobody wants it. And I assure you, our people have repeatedly gone to rallies against the government. But always people who participate in such events are sent to prison. Even people on the Internet who express a point of view that the government does not like are jailed for misinformation.
And I will not deny that some Russians have succumbed to the propaganda of our government and are expressing support for this "military operation". But many people in other countries are actually the same. They hypocritically pretend that they are concerned about the fate of Ukraine, although in fact they have only recently learned that this country even exists. In reality, if you ask them "What do they think about the DNR and LNR?", they will have absolutely no idea what are you talking about.
It's good if you sincerely worry about Uraina. But the majority worry about Ukrina and hate Russians only and only because it's a trend that their government has set. In other words, this is the same propaganda.
Well, to summarize, I just wanna say "let's just be friendly to each other." Even if our governments are not friendly to each other, this doesn't mean that we should be the same." "
C*
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20220429233816
•what do you think about zelenskii
•do you know other politicians except him
•how future is you predict, how future is you want (i mean politically and concretely)
•What do you think about ukranians language law
•how DNR and LNR people life is?
•did you see people which changed after starting this war
•what do you think that Russian army kidnap ukranians
•what do you think about that Russian language uses «в» for any country but «он» for yours?
•and anything you want to say to Japanese
Aの露訳
①の回答
О своем будущем скажу только одно, что после войны усыноввлю и удочерю детей которые потеряли своих родителей
Aの英訳
About my future, I'll say that after the war I'll adopt children who lost their parents in this bloodshed.
Bの露訳と②の回答
1. Что ты думаешь на счёт Зеленского?
Моё мнение, что Зеленский является лучшим президентом, который не бросил Украину и народ во время войны, как сделал это Янукович. Зеленский, его команда и наш народ делают всё возможное и невозможное для сохранения нашей страны.
2. Знаешь ли ты других политиков кроме Зеленского?
Знаю многих.
3. Какое будущее ты видишь для своей страны?
Хотелось бы чтобы территории Украины вернулись в полном составе, так как это было признано международным правом.
4. Что ты думаешь о законе про украинский язык?
Я поддерживаю этот закон, хотя в нашей стране люди общаются на разных языках, в том числе и на русском, но я ни разу не слышал информации о преследовании или конфликтах на этой почве.
5. Видишь ли ты как люди сменились после начала войны?
Наш народ очень сплотился, каждый старается помочь друг другу, война наложила отпечаток на всех, это бесконечные переживания и боль.
6. Что ты думаешь по поводу того, что российская армия похищает украинцев?
Это является ужасным преступлениям.
7. Что ты думаешь о том, что русские для любой страны говорят "в", но в случае с Украиной говорят "на"?
Я считаю что это очень не красиво по отношению к украинскому государству и людям которые там живут.
8. Что ты хочешь сказать японцам?
Хочу поблагодарить за поддержку нашей страны, пожелать мира, добра и процветания.
9. Что ты хочешь меня спросить?
Почему тебя так детально интересует ситуация в моей стране?
Надеюсь всё правильно понял
•what do you think about zelenskii?
I belive Zelensky is the best president who did not abandon Ukraine and the people during the war, as Yanukovych did. Zelensky, his team and our people are doing everything possible and impossible.
•do you know other politicians except him?
•how future is you predict, how future is you want (i mean politically and concretely)?
I would like the territories of Ukraine to return in full force, because this is what was recognized by international law.
•What do you think about ukranians language law?
I support this law. Despite the fact that in our country people communicate in different languages, including Russian, I have never heard information about persecution or conflicts on this basis.
•how DNR and LNR people life is?
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•did you see people which changed after starting this war?
Our people are very united, everyone is trying to help each other, the war left its mark on everyone in the form of endless experiences and pain.
•what do you think that Russian army kidnap ukranians?
•what do you think about that Russian language uses "в" for any country but "на" for yours?
I think this is very discourteous in relation to the Ukrainian state and the people who live there.
•and anything you want to say to Japanese?
I want to thank you for the support of our country. I wish you peace, kindness and prosperity.
D*
増 "Ah, turkestan ban Russian language?"
D "Not really "ban" but "limitation". This sounds more suitable in this case. it is the natural phenomenon for the mononational states. And multinational, actually. Using the one language as official. To strengthen the statehood. Same thing with Ukraine. More separation from the "big brother". That is the point, I guess.
By the way, they strengthened much more after these 8 years. I think it is too late to start an invasion now than these 8 years ago back then in any case. That does not mean that I support it, of course. You knew my point. We talked about it earlier. 🙂 I think that it is just "balls to the wall" (like the title from the one of Accept's albums). Recklessly in a word. It is naive to believe that they have stagnated all this time and have not developed or strengthened.
A*
1) Another Ukranian president that just had "the luck" to get the war. Looks funny and trustworthy. Though he sometimes lacks the experience.
2) Yes I do.
3) I predict OK future for Ukraine, bad future for Russia. Russia lost any trust and contacts that it made for over 30 years. Dark decades ahead. I want good future, with no wars and with everyone helping each other.
4) Ukrainian language law? Well, it's their country. Let them speak what they want to speak. Besides, most Ukrainians speak Russian, and they even have mostly Russian cities, like Khar'kiv. I saw no oppression of Russian.
5) DNR and LNR are basically buffer states for Russia like North Korea with the same amount of freedom. It's hell on earth.
6) Had no information about that, but I had info about killing civilians and looting their homes. It's horrible. Those soldiers are monsters and they do not represent Russia. I don't count themselves as my fellow Russians. They're monsters. Barbarians. Putin's orcs. Not Russians.
7) I say let us use whatever we want. I use "на Украину" simply because I spoke it like that over 20 years and it's the correct one.
8) I love Japan and its people. I wish we could achieve peace and could work together. Please don't think bad of Russian people, we don't support this war. We're the same victims, like Ukrainians. Victims of Putin and his police state.
