Manipulation of so-called Liberals by Raul Castro

 To these effects, without the slightest hint of shame, they managed, after long efforts, that the University of Tokyo granted exclusive permission for a life-sized, bronze replica of Hachi-kou to be unveiled at Abbey Glen, a few miles from my house, in New Jersey.

Hachi-kou is a Japanese dog that has become a legend because he accompanied the owner, a professor, every day to the train terminal where the teacher took the train to commute to the university. One day the professor died while working and he didn’t come back to home anymore. But Hachi-kou, every afternoon, and during ten years keep going to the terminal to wait for his owner to comeback, until Hachi-kou passed away too. This story has touched generations of Japanese.

The idea of Raul Castro and these  intelligence officers of were to try to find conspiratorial links between myself and Japan.

Of course, everyone who knows me understand that if a few miles from my house organizes an international activity to pay homage to the sentimental relationship between a puppy and his owner, both deceased, I am expected to attend the ceremony.

Obviously, they also ensured that the Japanese ambassador attended the ceremony. This operation was a complete failure.

I attended the ceremonial in honor of Hachi-kou, but I did not approch the Japanese ambassador. Like any other person. Like any other person, I can be in a public place -a park, a plaza- where there is an artist, a politician, a celebrity, but that does not mean that I necessarily have to approach that person to start a conversation.

But they figured out something totally different, and spent time, resources, and turned an emotional and very human slogan into a farce, while violating regulations as they invented all that burlesque scene, fake, took the Japanese ambassador up there just to spy .

And as for me, they spy on me because they suffer from this vice of spying on all people. It is clear that what they are worried about are the messages that I send, that I publish. I do not have access to classified, restricted information. Everything I say is published on the Internet, in the public domain. And I send messages to everyone, regardless of person, including hundreds of FBI officers, and at least 1,000 US generals. At the end they had to console themselves by publishing a photo of the Japanese ambassador, In which I am in the background in the background wearing  a green winter coat, In  with white stripes on the chest.

I remember that I was in that position taking pictures of the puppy, along with other people, and later the Japanese ambassador, advancing from behind us, passed by our side to stand next to the puppy, and at that moment they took the photo.