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Saturday, June 14, 2014

Fukushima is not a Japanese nuclear accident ....

Fukushima is not a Japanese nuclear accident - it is a nuclear accident That happened to occur in Japan. The problems that caused the Fukushima accident exist wherever these type reactors operate.

There are many reactors of this type in operation today - probably 45 out of the 104 reactors in the United States.





# Betrayal
a nuclear fiction novel of survival


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PROLOGUE

The white walls and the white linens surrounded her. The bareness of the room was overwhelming, not cozy and comforting. For the moment she was alone. Sara watched the clock click away and wondered if These were the last moments of her life. She wanted some more morphine but was afraid if she Increased the dosage she would not wake up again. She fingered the pump. The pain hit her with an intense wave.

As the relaxing drug flooded her body she floated away. Help, she was too young for this! And she thought back ... Sara thought back to her first baby who had been born after the devastating San Mirado nuclear catastrophe. When her child was delivered They had wrapped it in a towel and given it to her to hold. They thought she did not notice. But she did - she could feel it was too small and too thin. Ben's baby - their son. Delivered in the presence of Dr.. Bernard Parsons.

It had been the nuclear catastrophe thatcould never happen. Her then husband, Ben, had been the supervisor of the local nuclear power plant. He never failed to assure her how safe the nuclear plants were, They had thought of everything in the planning. They were fail-safe. They had thought of everything except the earthquake That had frozen the control rods. The control rods That could not be lowered into the core of the nuclear reactor to slow down the speed of the atom splitting. The control rods whichwere for incidental keep the reactor from overheating. The reaction kept Increasing in speed, releasing more and more heat as more and more atoms split, until a terrible explosion of pent up energy and overheated gases blew the place apart, Causing a meltdown and a tremendous release of radiation.

People panicked and drove in the wrong directions, clogging the streets, trying to flee. They could not believe their precious phones no longer worked, or the bank automated teller would not give them any money. The things They took for Granted disappeared in an instant And they were not prepared.

And now years had passed. She was married to Dr.. Bernard Parsons. And now They had Fukushima. The Fukushima nuclear catastrophe That said everyone could never happen. Just as it had been said the nuclear catastrophe could never happen in San Mirado. They would never learn?


CHAPTER ONE


Dr.. Bernard Parsons sat at his desk in his suite of medical offices adjacent to the hospital. His white lab jack hung open over his open collared dress shirt and neatly pressed pants. He was a handsome man, but the past years involve wing the San Mirado nuclear disaster had aged him somewhat. He had alreadycreated donated his morning rounds for his patient. He had visited with Sara, his wife, in her private hospital suite, and made sure she was as comfortable as possible. Once again he had been reassuring to her. He was hoping for a miracle. The phone ranked Several times before Bernard could reach it. It was his directline Which bypassed his secretary and receptionist. "Hello, Bernard Parsons here," he spoke into the telephone.

" Bernard, how are you? Just calling to see what's happening? "Sam Baxter said. Sam, of Baxter Investments, was a successful businessman in the real estate and investment experience market. He was the 'go to' person for getting ahead with your money. He had five sons from his first wife, who were in business with him. His second wife, Elise, had no children. But it was Because he was insistent about her not having a child. And secretly, just to make sure he had his way, he had, as insurance, had a vasectomy. That served two functions. One, he could cheat without the fear of getting stuck with one more kid, blackmail, and / or a divorce. And two, Elise - who was incapable of taking care of anything - was prevented from having the child she constantly Talked about wanting. She worried obsessively about who was going to take care of her When She was older.

" You'll have over $ 50,000 cash in your investment account, "Sam said." One of your bonds was called at par and you have not been spending as much Lately, so You should put this to work. We have a good bond, in-house from a trust. The kids who are now in control want to cash everything out now since the father has died. They will sell it below market. The smell of money is driving them to get this done quickly. You can buy it for eighty cents on the dollar - 50,000 in the block. "

" So who's behind the farmers? What's it rated "asked Bernard.

" Oh, you know I'm going to go through all the particulars with you. Just wanted to let you stop me dead in the water if you had other plans for the cash, "Sam responded. "It's a bond for the Moorpark, Ca. school systems, rated AA, and insured by Ambac. Moorpark's a very upscale city, very healthy financially. Yield is 5% tax free. "

" As long as it's not Sacramento, "Bernard said." Go ahead. "Then he paused slightly, not knowing Whether he wanted to broach the subject or not. "How are the kids?"

With a sigh, Sam Answered, "Doing well. I'll have to monitor Their transactions and since there are five of them it takes a lot of my time. They've brought in a lot of business, got to give them that. But they just do not believe That things can go wrong. And they resent my looking over Their Shoulder. "

" We will have to have dinner one of These evenings When things settle down at my house, "Bernard said.

" How is Sarah doing? "Sam asked.

" Realistically, not so well. But I'm always hopeful for a remission or a miracle. Listen, gotta run, my nurse has buzzed me Several times ... patient are waiting. Thanks for calling, Sam. "Bernard hung up the phone and pressed his nurse's intercom button.

****

Fuji woke up hungry. The drab concrete block walls around him had no decoration and stared back at him silently. He blinked to clear out the sleep from his eyes. Other people were starting to move around, up fromtheir cots. Soon the noise level would move to high decibel Such people would gladly go outside to get away from it. But it was cold outside and almost as cold inside.

The government had been giving them rations since They had been evacuated from Fukushima, but They were hardly edible. First the Authorities had said it was no problem for them to stay in the area. Then after two weeks They were told the area was very radioactive and therewere mandatory orders to evacuate. He wondered how much radiation They had been exposed to.

Fuji thought about what he would do today. They needed a place to live. They had a home near Fukushima, Japan, but now They were no longer allowed to go there. They overpriced needed clothes. Now he had no job. His wife and two children were Alternately scared, hungry, bored, angry, and confused. They were sleeping on cots with hundreds of other families in a big warehouse. There were two bathrooms inside, outside were portable toilets, and one makeshift outside shower with only cold water.

" Fuji ..., "his wife said," are you awake? I'm going to get the children up and go stand in the food line. "

" Got it. I'm going to see if it is possible to shower. "

" Have you heard anything? About what's happening? "Shisa asked.

" I'll try and find out, "he replied. Slowly rising, he got off his cot in his rumpled, soiled clothes and Began making his way to a door leading to the outside. A government agency would be there later he had overheard. Possibly They would have some clothing to give out. It Meant standing in line again for hours to take your turn. Some people had money or had relatives They could stay with. Fuji and his family were poor. They had no nearby relatives. They had no money. And now They had no possessions.

He stopped to pee on the way by competetive hugging the wall and hoping no one would notice. At the show there were only a few but as most people were in the food line. He took his place in line, hoping They would not run out of soap in the dispenser, or the paper towels, before his turn came. He hoped the sun would warm the cold air. Maybe he could get an extra shirt since there were no coats.

" Did you hear anything? "he asked the man in front of him.

" No one seems to know anything except we can not go back now. The earthquake and tidal wave wiped out most of the area, the radiation from nuclear plants contaminated the rest. "

" But we can go back? "Fuji said hopefully.

" Who knows? There's not a lot left there. Where did you work? "

" I worked at the power plant, "Fuji said.

" The nuclear plant? The One That blew up? "

" Yes, the Fukushima nuclear plant. "

The other man shook his head and left Fuji standing there as he walked quickly away.


****


Bernard was sitting in his offices after the last patient had left and the employees had gone. There was not much of a push to get home since Sarah was in the hospital located beside his medical offices. He would get dinner from the hospital cafeteria and take it up to eat with her. It could not be any worse than what she was being served. Hospitals were famous For their bad food.

Bernard sat and looked over the latest offering from Sam's company. His kids were pushing second loans on houses secured by real estate. Supposedly it could never go wrong with real estate is constantly pushing upward in price. He thought back to the last catastrophe, When The nuclear plant in San Mirado, California, had blown up. Real estate values ​​went to nothing in the area after all the radiation contamination. Did not make any difference Whether you held the first loan or the second - you were out of luck. The lenders lost theirmoney, the homeowners lost Their houses. Insurance did not cover radiation disasters.

But, as the kids pointed out, These were not in Southern California, but in the suburbs outside San Francisco. He and Sara had moved there after getting married to start a new life together. And the government obviously believed nuclear was clean, safe energy or They wouldhave closed the plants down. Just because there had been an accident in Fukushima did not Affect the values ​​here.

Bernard pondered Whether he believed all this. He and Sara had been in the middle of the last disaster.

Bernard thought about the fact the United States was Organisations recognized as a world leader, a world power, perhaps the strongest of all the nations with the most modern technologies. Yet, as a doctor he contemplated why the United States did not lead the world in having the lowest mortality rate Among infants. And it was not even a close race. With Approximately 188 countries reporting, the U.S. was only number 34. And a lot of the countries ahead of the U.S. had no nuclear power.

In fact it had been theorized That the health of the United States population had been compromised by all the aboveground nuclear testing starting in the 1940's, then the underground tests Which Followed, and the massive leaks of radioactive material. Australia, with no nuclear industry, was ranked 18 in the report.

Interestingly, the Japanese, who had been subjected to two massive nuclear bombs and had 55 operating nuclear plants in a small country, was number 3 in lowest mortality rating. It would be revealing to see what happened to Their rating over the next ten to twenty years after Their massive Fukushima nuclear accident. But the documentation Showed the United States, in those years of testing nuclear bombs in the atmosphere and oceans, had DETONATED over one hundred million times the bombs Which had been dropped on Japan. The U.S. was first in the production of radioactive pollution.



****


Bernard opened the hospital room door softly, to see if Sara was awake. He hoped she was, but if she were sleeping he would return later. Her eyes were closed. Even with no makeup she was still beautiful, her features perfect. She had naturally blond hair and big dark eyes. The lashes were Heavily fringed and surrounded those eyes, giving her a dramatic look. Slowly They opened and a smile came to her face. She lifted her arms to him, to touch him. He bent over and kissed her cheek.

" I have good news, Sara, "he said quietly.

" And what is that? "she asked still smiling.

" Well, you'll have improved in how you are feeling, so we must Assume the chemo and radiation have done some good. The tumor doing now? Grown. You could very well be in remission at the moment. But the tumor is inoperable and is still there in your brain. There is a new experimental procedure available. A doctor with your same tumor tried it. He figured it was his only chance to survive. His tumor Began to shrink. Duke University has begun a larger study with good results for These glioblastomas.

" Is it painful? "she asked.

" No, not really. It stay connected an injection into the tumor, but it's done with anesthesia. You would have some soreness in the scalp area after, but that's about it. "

" What is being injected? "

" poliovirus. They have shown in mice the injection of the live virus into tumors shrinks them. First we would get your polio vaccination updated so you did not get polio. Then we would do an injection of the live virus into the tumor in your brain. Hopefully it will work for you as well as it has for this doctor. "

" What kind of doctor is he? "

" Interestingly enough he is a cardiac surgeon. When he got this brain tumor and was Diagnosed with only six months to live he started doing research. This guy was not a smoker; he only dregs minimally and kept his health an important part of his life. So why did he get this tumor? He found a medical paper published wherein twenty-two doctors had all gotten this same type tumor in the same side of the head and the same placement. They were all doctors who had radiological studies going on while They were doing surgery. "

" That's rather scary, Bernard, you being a surgeon. "

" Does make you think. But anyway, he then found the study with the polio virus injection and DECIDED to make a try. For him, it seems to be working. "

" Well, can I have a little break from the hospital before we try something else? "

" Why not. I'll ask your doctor to make a final determination and sign you out. I will discuss this with him and perhaps you can even leave today. "

Sara's eyes lit up and then tears formed in them. She squeezed Bernard's hand tightly. "I can not wait to get out of here."


****

Sara stared out at the view from the back deck of theirhome. They lived high in the hills north of San Francisco. She had missed looking out at the bay, the boats coming and going, the sunrises and sunsets. Bernard was close enough to his hospital so commuting was not a problem. And there was no nuclear plant close to them. That had been a factor in theirchoice of where to live.

She overpriced missed the activities she had shared with her friends. When she Became ill, first with the headaches, then nausea, vomiting finally, Bernard had insisted she have a MRI. It had shown the tumor, an aggressive malignant type, located in her brain in an inoperable location. It was hard to talk with her friends about this.

They had called and she had simply chosen not to discuss it. "Let's not dwell on this," she said. If Bernard wanted to tell them he could. But Their questions were depressing, and certainly she had no answer to the one Which was repeated over and over - what are you going to do? Even though the doctors said radiation and chemotherapy had little effect on These tumors she and Bernard DECIDED They would start With That route. Since his offices were at the hospital, it was Easier to check in for a stay there while she received treatment. They had no children and had DECIDED They did not want to take a chance on Bringing a damaged child into the world after Their radiation exposure from the San Mirado nuclear catastrophe Which had occurred while They were living in Southern California. She thought about All Those young Japanese women now Heavily exposed to the radiation released When The Fukushima nuclear reactors melted down in 2011 ... and sighed Heavily, thinking back on her own experiences.

But if she were going to continue her life, she had to rise above These thoughts and move on to what she enjoyed. She picked up her tablet and Began to type an email to her friends. "I'm out of jail! I'm coming down to visit next week. Call me if you can go out to play. Sara "

This is the end of the first chapter. Thereafter:


The United Nations decrees That an independent team will be late to Japan to evaluate this situation That threatens to contaminate the world. Bryce Anderson's company in southern California is selected .. He finds That he is not welcomed with open arms by the country of Japan. In fact someone seems to be trying to kill him.

Bryce hires a reporter from the Los Angeles Times, John Taguchi to gather stories from nuclear refugees. Fuji, a forms nuclear power plant worker, and Mr.. Nouchi, a farmer and their Families are displaced fromtheir homes and work by this accident. The Japanese Mafia, known as the Yakuza, have money Invested In These now ruined nuclear plants. They are making threats and demands. Mr. Tanaka, Japanese Minister of Public Affairs is pulled in many directions as he tries to satisfy everyone. Their lives all intertwine in this tale of betrayal. Lies, murder, greed, and power. Whom would you trust?  




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Sunday, December 16, 2012

GUNS, DEATH, AND ANSWERS – a response to The Connecticut Elementary School Shooting

The tragedy of death to innocent children, and adults who were their caregivers, is overwhelming. So what is to be done to prevent this irrational taking of life that seems to be occurring again and again?



Gun proponents seemed to be lacking on national television to defend their views. The other elected officials who were interviewed said something has to be done. I agree. And I am a licensed, concealed carry, gun advocate.



Prohibition of alcohol (and drugs) has not worked in the United States. Prohibition was tried in the Al Capone days and was a miserable failure. Illegal speakeasies and bootleggers were everywhere. Alcohol was eventually made legal again. Marijuana is slowly working its way into our culture, state by state. Just as these previous controls failed, I am predicting that gun legislation will not be able to effectively ban guns. Illinois is the only state where it is illegal for individuals to carry concealed weapons for protection in public, and the federal court of appeals struck down that ban this week. The state must appeal to the US Supreme Court or put a new law in place within 180 days. Even if it were passed – people are afraid.



What are they afraid of? Other people. In one affluent neighborhood there have been 11 home invasion robberies in the last 2 months. Men dressed in ski masks with guns are simply breaking into the homes and demanding cash and jewelry. Because they CAN. They are in and out very quickly. They have neighborhood watch, local meetings, email alerts......and the break in gangs are still prevailing. But there are jails for those people when they are caught. In the meantime people want the protection of having a gun. But the shooters who select large groups to kill, rather than a home to rob, seem to be a growing problem.



So what do we address if we cannot get rid of the guns?



Answer: what makes guns safer to the public. Cars kill and maim. We don't get rid of cars. We make them safer and make stricter rules for the drivers.



FEDERAL legislation should cover:



Guns cannot be purchased over the internet or at gun shows without background checks. (They can be now.) All gun stores would also be included in this. Said background checks would be expanded to a federal database that includes medical records of mental illness.



Guns should be required to be locked up with formidable combination locks that others, especially those under 21 and/or mentally challenged, do not have access to. Guns come in parts. Guns should be stored disassembled to some degree and the parts kept separately when non-permit holders are living on or visiting the premises.. Permits for guns should include training, testing, and an assessment of family medical and social history.



People in charge of gathering students or people in groups should be instructed as to defensive measures and use of guns, and required to pass tests in these areas. They should be provided with an appropriate defensive weapon after proper instruction and testing. The Connecticut school principal of the elementary school was shot to death as she, unarmed, charged the gunman who was armed. If she had a weapon, and knew how to use it, it might have ended then and there. Airplane pilots are now armed in the cockpit. Arizona allows concealed weapon carry. When the Gabby Gifford shooting incident occurred in Arizona, one of the bystanders had a gun but did not use it because of the number of people that he might have hit. But he was gun educated and when the shooter ran out of ammo and stopped to load again, he jumped him.



Schools and other large gathering areas need to be able to effectively sweep and scan large areas for large metal objects or even for ammunition. We have the technology for computers, smart phones, travel to outer planets, complex video games – silent alarm scanners that protect our entrances and exits to movie theaters, malls, commercial buildings, and other public places is lagging because no one has presented an interest in purchasing such on a large scale. So they have not been developed. But with the number of mentally ill people who are using killing to express their unhappiness in the world, the time has come for change and prevention. We need immediate notification to police and the people controlling an area when a gun/and or ammunition has entered an area. Police and security can be provided with a chip that bypasses the alarm with a universal code. This should be a challenge presented to our programmers of today with a large reward for the technology selected.



More people have mental illness in the United States than have cancer or heart disease. Our systems for treating mental illness and containing it have broken down. One psychological expert featured on television said you can never predict who is going to be violent. I wonder about that statement. The shooter of these children and teachers was written up by the Los Angeles Times as a troubled, but bright, youngster who was removed from the school system by his Mother and home schooled. He, at 20 and still living with her, shot her and used her guns to commit these horrendous crimes. Could this not have been foreseen in some way? Do these shooters share some particular profile that is not yet recognized? It seems that medical records have become so private that we are prohibited for getting answers that are needed.



All children are tested for IQ, abilities, etc. Tests for violent propensity should be developed, administered and noted in private medical records but reported to a federal database that is used for gun permits. Those people should not be allowed guns. Medical people treating mental illness must be mandated to inform of danger (they are now, but not to the degree that prevents mentally ill persons from buying weapons). Awareness in parents should be raised from the testing of the children. Those that are withdrawn from society by homeschooling, should be required to pass a socialization test to obtain a gun.



Is this a terrible deprivation of rights and invasion of our privacy? Or is this protecting our society? Again, if you can't get rid of the guns, then keep the mentally ill people and criminals from obtaining guns. Have federal programs for gun education, use, safety, and permitting. Have federal grants for development of new technology for better protecting our public gathering areas from guns by silent alarm scanners. Have federal legislation on gun purchase, private home storage, public detection, background checks and data banks, that are stricter. It's time to stop this senseless slaughter.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

THE ARAFAT MYSTERY


“At first the blood pressure was ninety over sixty. Rubbing his hands together, his fingers felt stiff, his right arm heavy. His blood pressure dropped slightly – 85 over 50 and harder to hear than before.

The pain began in the tips of his fingers. At first he couldn't really call it a pain. It was more of a numbness – an unpleasant lack of feeling. The numbness eventually gave way to a persistent electric discomfort– worse when he pressed down, but not completely gone when he didn't. Huddled in the darkness he tested his fingertips one by one. All of them ached. It was just nerves, he thought.

Then the buzzing pain began in his toes. He began to be frightened. He reached up to his cellphone to call someone. The effort of reaching was excruciating. He glanced at his hands. The fingers and thumbs from the first knuckle to the tip had turned almost black. The rest of his hand was a dusky gray. As time passed his left hand, now fixed in a semi claw was nearly useless. He could work his right arm and fingers, but even slight movements of them sent intense pain shooting up his arm. Then the blood pressure went down to seventy-five systolic. It couldn't be heard in the right arm at all. The arm, from at least the elbow to the hand was dusky and mottled. For whatever reason, the arteries and smaller arterioles supplying blood to that limb had become blocked. To a lesser extent the blood flow to the left arm and both legs seemed compromised as well.

His hands and feet were throbbing. The cold gray hands with their blackened fingertips looked like out of a horror movie. He glanced at herself in the mirror. Something was wrong with his face. It took several seconds to understand the dark streams of blood that had begun winding down from his nostrils, across the top of he lip and alongside the corners of his mouth. He watched as his front turned a deep crimson as stain spread over the groin and legs. He was hemorrhaging from his nostrils and mouth. Fresh and drying blood covered him and was spatter on the floor and wall. Suddenly he threw up and it was all bright red blood. He tried to speak but the words were only in his mind. They would not come out. His vision seemed blurred, and there was glazed fear in his eyes. The left side of his body was paralyzed. Terror beyond any he had ever known took hold.

DIC - disseminated intravascular coagulation – the most dramatic and horrifying of all blood-clotting emergencies. A fatal stroke caused by a cerebral hemorrhage was a terrifying possibility.” (1)


Yasser Arafat, 75, died in a French military hospital near Paris on Nov. 11, 2004. His health had deteriorated suddenly during an Israeli military siege of his Ramallah, West Bank, headquarters. French hospital reports attributed his death to a massive brain hemorrhage, but gave no details on what caused a related blood condition called disseminated intravascular coagulation, also known as DIC.

No autopsy was done at the time of Arafat's death at the request of his wife. But she later filed a lawsuit spurring a French investigation. French medical teams ruled out poisoning and an 8 year Palestinian investigation found no conclusive evidence of foul play. However, In July 2012, tests carried out by the Swiss Institute of Radiation Physics as part of a nine-month investigation found traces of polonium in quantities much higher than could occur naturally on Arafat's personal belongings, such as his clothes, fur hat, and toothbrush used in his final days. (2)

Polonium is a highly radioactive element occurring in uranium. The murder of Alexander Litvinenko, a Russian dissident, in 2006 was announced as due to Polonium poisoning, but never definitively proven. It has also been suggested that Irène Joliot-Curie was the first person to die from the radiation effects of polonium. She was accidentally exposed to polonium in 1946 when a sealed capsule of the element exploded on her laboratory bench. In 1956 she died from leukemia. According to the book The Bomb in the Basement, several death cases in Israel during 1957–1969 were caused by Polonium. A leak was discovered at a Weizmann Institute laboratory in 1957. Traces of Polonium were found on the hands of professor Dror Sadeh, a physicist who researched radioactive materials. Medical tests indicated no harm, but the tests did not include bone marrow. Sadeh died from cancer. One of his students died of leukemia, and two colleagues died after a few years, both from cancer. The issue was investigated secretly, and there was never any formal admission that a connection between the leak and the deaths had existed. (3)

But, for imagination's sake, is it possible to visualize what could have happened to Arafat? How would the polonium contamination get on his hat, his clothes, his toothbrush? Wouldn't someone have to have transported and opened a sealed capsule of the radioactive material? And wouldn't they themselves be exposed? Perhaps in this day of suicide bombers, that is of no concern to some terrorists. Where would the terrorist obtain the polonium? There probably is a black market for everything – or a government could easily provide it from their uranium stockpiles. But just as we never found out who, beyond the actual assassin, was responsible for killing John F. Kennedy or Martin Luther King, this too will probably remain a mystery.

By November 24, 2012, Arafat's body had been exhumed from its concrete encasement, samples taken, and he was reburied. Testing will be done in Switzerland, France, and Russia with results expected in a few months.


  1. Based on a fictional account of DIC in “Natural Causes” by Michael Palmer
  2. Los Angeles Times, “Remains of Arafat to be exhumed” by Maher Abukhater & Mark Magnier
    11/25/12
  3. Wikipedia