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Which Class

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The notion of an individual’s worth being determined by a class system, or passing judgement based upon the colour of another’s skin, not the content of their character, was thoroughly rubbed out and permanently deleted in accordance with the constitution of Maggie May.

Emancipation comes in many forms*\(^o^)/*

What's not to love about a benign neighbourhood nestled within pristine Alpine mountains, embodying such extraordinary diversity—a global microcosm smack dab in the middle of nowhere.

A black-and-white photograph of a small town crossroads in the 1940s: a filling station and shopfronts, parked cars, telegraph poles and strings of pennants overhead.

The immediate neighborhood included diverse clans—Minion (Ireland), Ogino (Japan), Hewko (Ukraine), Wong (Hong Kong), Filiatrault (French)—rural living, population, 5000—an even more extraordinary cosmopolitan event transpired when attending classes with our friends—Singh (Punjab), Mostafa (Egypt), and our indigenous brothers and sisters, ancestors of the Shuswap Band clan of the Secwepemc Nation—this is what is known as a divine starting line.

Were there deeply rooted pre-judgmental hoser-yokels living among the enlightened in this serene town—of course, the yokel class come from the full spectrum of all classes.

A flat illustration of a large crowd of people of many ages, skin tones and abilities standing together, including a wheelchair user and a cyclist.

From the micro cosmopolitan of rural Occxie-land to the homogenous island chain of Yamato Japan—the world has never looked the same—pondering life with a daily renewed idiosyncratic world view—beaming love, grace and humility from the cusp of civilization 3.0—the renewed, improved, upgraded version of our common humanity.

Understanding the significance of class and the importance of societal harmony based upon this notion has not been lost on this wayward classless boy, who due to innate human nature followed the sun to the most strict hierarchical structure in the history of the outer-verse and inner-verse—both real, surreal, and virtual.

A montage of surrealist paintings — a giant eye on an easel, melting clocks, elongated dreamlike figures — around a black-and-white portrait of a moustached artist, with “DON'T DIE WONDERING” lettered across the top.

A subtle inflection concerning class structure of the Japanese, summons an inexplicable sense of incongruence, along with a subliminal unease in acknowledging Japanese class structure—yet all Japanese share this common psychological thread—leaving them in a unique position—the class of Being Japanese.

Consider the concept of mindo, which encompasses two fundamental societal standards—the standard of living and cultural standards—making human life sublime, each of equal importance, in a grand scheme of a magnificent design.

香取神宮 - Land Of The Rising Son

In this neck of the woods, the diminishment of mindo over the full spectrum of Japanese classes have eroded in a turbulent decline—haggard, wasted, scared, and frail—the time is now to initiate the renaissance plan.

Keep unpleasant immature Japanese speakers accountable for anti-social behaviour—chide the lost with purposeful reminders of the basics tenants of humanity to which all must align and adhere—plainly observable as the founding principles of Japanese societal protocol—Form Order Process.

A hand in a suit cuff reaching up to place one cog into a row of interlocking grey gears against white.

When necessary, strategically insinuate a Japanese person has low mindo in order to stigmatize them, especially those with the air of birthrights snobbery with condescending superiority.

Look the perpetrator square in the eye, and say with a smile—mido ga hijō ni hikui desu na—this will be sure to draw their attention—the sting of the truth pointing out all classless nincompoops—exposed naked is common air.

A close photograph of an older man in a dark suit and blue tie, aides standing behind him

Indeed this a stealth technique to rid your sphere of those who continue to adhere to class hierarchy delusional infection, having now manifestered into a dreadful, class depended socially destructive disease.

Ask your Japanese friends, if they know the mindo story and what it actually means—internalize these concepts with them and live life according to this theme.

Life is a result of choices, both conscious and subconscious , now the choice is clear to be or not to be, embracing fundamental tenants holds the key to become someone real.

A pink card with the words “to be - or not - to be” and “~cybersensei~” lettered on it, a cartoon Elizabethan figure with a quill and paper at the right.