By Yoichi Shimatsu
Exclusive to Rense
6-25-25

All’s well that ends well - or at least results in a truce with much less Israeli hubris toward the captive women and children of Palestine. The end of the 12 Days War with Iran comes as a relief to the entire world (other than the horribly abused and deliberately starved civilian victims in Gaza). The news lately has been dominated by a post-war controversy over the efficacy of the USAF bombing of Iran’s top three nuclear facilities is - ian academic question - which President Donald Trump should disengage himself from instead of voicing his personal interest in that raid, which has become a controversial spat over the B2 bombing mission that failed to destroy Iran’s nuclear stockpile - as proven by the lack of radioactive emissions from the damaged underground production sites.

Instead of voicing the untenable and indeed absurd comic-book tale of USAF supremacy, the President should be rejoicing over the prospect of a truce that should seal the end of the Mideast War. If not a direct hit on centrifuges and reactor components, the USAF bombing of the three major Iranian nuclear-weapons sites did fulfil the intended warning to the Iranian and Chinese leaderships not to play with nuclear match-sticks. Whether the Iranian science authority succeeded in last-minute removal of their nuclear stockpile to points unknown is in any case irrelevant, at least over the remaining Trump term in high office. Both sides - Israeli and Iranian - must from now on act with self-restraint or face more serious punishment from the USA. That’s a remarkable achievement - preventing an expanding all-out war between tiny Israel and their far-more numerous Muslim foes. Bibi Netanyahu has hopefully learned from his diminished stockpile of lethal toys to keep his idiotic mouth shut and obey firm advice from the White House, including on human rights concerns.

Trump actually benefited from the air raid’s failure (of its planned mission) since the presence of nuclear materials would have spread harmful radioactivity over the Gulf region, including the hapless American troops on the ground across the Near East. A “success” at blasting the nuclear materials would have raised the hackles of nearly every UN member-state with a radioactivity-harmed population and unloosed anti-American radicals on the warpath around this planet in a Jihad against the Great White Devil. Thank God and the Chinese scientists for quietly removing the deadly material into hidden tunnels away from the war zone! Don, sorry you’re disappointed with the cancellation of pre-July 4th fireworks, but the irresponsible crisis fomented by that idiot Netanyahu would have ended in the mass deaths of all your precious Jewish kinfolk in Israel, across the Mideast and along Gulf shipping lanes. Be happy with the measured results of a serious warning to those hubris-stuffed fools who play with unquenchable fire. Happiness instead of disappointment should be the response to the best possible outcome of this insane crisis.

Get over the grief, Don, you did what had to be done to prevent an ever-wider Mideast War that could easily have shut down the world’s oil-energy supply and kill off millions of civilians across the Middle East, including and especially your beloved Israelis. (Some of us would not shed tears over the latter prospect given the tiresome blame game and horrors perpetrated by those hypocrite “victims of the Holocaust”.) But let’s not get into so-called “anti-Semitism toward a bunch of self-righteous crooks who have robbed Americans blind. God have mercy on their souls that destined for the dark regions. Keep wailing!

How Did They Do It?

The puzzling unanswered question remains: How did they do it? They meaning the Chinese and Iranian nuke scientists - removing just in time the radioactive materials to a safely hidden location - thereby rendering futile the heavy bombs dropped on Fordou? It’s actually all my fault - no joke - for quietly saving the Beijing Olympics from a massive radioactive cloud that would have killed or shortened the lives of thousands of athletes, spectators and TV crews from around the world. Back then, I pledged secrecy on the methods used for radioactivity-suppression, since disclosure would have triggered a global panic and cancellation of the Games. Silence was also golden to get total cooperation from the highest level of Chinese authorities in a quiet, indeed secretive project to suppress massive radioactive leakage from a secret PLA (People’s Liberation Army) nuclear lab crushed under a collapsed mountain in an otherwise unpopulated desert valley in earthquake devastated Sichuan Province. (The Sichuan quake occurred on May 12, 2008 and the Beijing Olympic Games started on August 8 of that same summer – meaning less than three months between the mega-disaster and the global sporting events.

The Secret Radioactive Threat to Earthquake Victims

To shorten a long story, the sequence of events went like this: I was guiding around my visiting Tokyo-based colleague, the news photographer Takashi Morizumi, around Beijing when the horrifying news of the massive Sichuan Quake arrived over the airwaves. Being familiar with that western region, I dispatched my eco-project assistant Paul to guide and translate for the Japanese photographer inside the quake zone. By hook and crook, we managed to get them aboard a relief-supply plane into the temblor zone. I was unable to join them due to an urgent request from CCTV, the national TV channel, to serve as a news analyst with past experience in the vast quake zone on the fringe of my ecology agriculture bailiwick throughout China’s Far West.

My field observations and recommendations as a new reporter in the San Francisco Quake and the seismic destruction of Kobe (my hometown in Japan) were applicable to the panic and destruction of the powerful Sichuan temblor. In brief, during my week of nationally televised hour-long observations and recommendations, I stated that the major priorities from least to most urgent were in reverse: provision of food, which people can survive without for about a week; medi-vac of injured residents; using dogs to sniff out victims trapped under rubble; dispatch of armed policemen to roust looters and arsonists; and first and foremost urgent priority - rounding up young girls who survived the loss of their families to be sheltered behind a wire-fenced compound protected by armed guards.

My Chinese host Yang Rui was mind-bogged by my utter lack of sentimentality (soft feelings are a Chinese trait) and the upside-down order of priorities. “Why is finding and gathering young girls the most important task?” Because, I calmly replied, that is what the Japanese police failed to do in the wake of the Kobe Quake, when gangsters and thugs from neighboring towns raped girls as young as 9 years of age at nightfall for 5 days until I arrived from Tokyo to organize a local militia to expel or detain - and beat up – the creepy predators if they get uncooperative. That is to prevent the long-term trauma of a city of traumatized female basket-cases over the next 60 years. By the following day, a special police team was dispatched to search for girls and young women amid the rubble for evacuation to the safety of a barbed-wire enclosed camp safe inaccessible for thugs and human scum.

After the fifth day, I was chomping at the bit - not to meet my buddies on the road in quake zone - but to check on several of my rural ecology clients - Tibetan grassland researchers, a yak milk dairy farm and a new savings bank for Tibetan herders at the distance edge of the quake zone, further to the west, in the foothills of old Tibet and near the ancient Silk Road. (To my relief, as it turned out there had been a whole lot of shaking in those hills but little damage to the project sites.) Transferring planes from Beijing to Chengdu and then a local flight across the western part of the quake zone, I was fiddling with my dosimeter when the device started buzzing wildly.

A downward peek to a narrow but long valley failed to detect any indicators of human habitation for many miles in either direction. Then I noticed the cause of the alarm buzzer: a huge rock mountain had collapsed on a hidden underground laboratory. Steam was rising out of leveled facility and no humans or vehicles were in sight. It was a total wipeout of a secret PLA (People’s Liberation Army) nuclear-weapons lab, apparently with no survivors. Steam - barely visible and dissipating in the arid desert wind - was pouring out between the pile of rocks. The wind direction was toward the southern part of the Shantung Peninsula on the Pacific Coast south of Beijing, a familiar region for me since my maternal grandfather had served as a Japanese agricultural adviser to the Mongol-origin farmers of that region just prior to World War II. I suppose it was his and my inherited moral duty to help the downtrodden Chinese instead of subjecting them to further humiliation and massacres. Karma is a load to bear with a smile and sweaty brow.

Meeting with the Right Man for the Task

I made quick work of my rounds to my local eco-partners in the hills of Old Tibet, and after making a phone call to a well-connected friend that I had first met in Hong Kong, I caught a flight to Beijing. That flight was grim indeed – the radioactive cloud had moved northward on a collision course with China’s capital, a mega-city of 20 million residents and the entire foreign diplomatic corps. There instead of our discussions at Hong Kong bars, Professor Wong invited me to a rather spooky-quiet guesthouse for a simple dinner and beer, and then asked: ”See anything interesting, out of the ordinary during your usual adventures?”

My response: You bet but not what you may be guessing. When I told him of the destroyed military nuke site - along with video clips from my mini-cam, his head was spinning. I casually said: “So nobody in this nation’s capital knows about this catastrophe, eh? Or I presume there would have been some helicopters and emergency vehicles on the ground. Nothing at all was present.”

Continuing, I stated: “But a way worse problem for your Beijing colleagues is that on the return flight toward Beijing, my dosimeter detected streaming radioactivity moving northward off the Shantung Peninsula, which means the radioactive stream will probably arrive to Beijing right in time for the opening of the Olympics.” Needless to say he was speechless for a minute and then blurted out: “What can we do about it?”

My answers included: Set up teams of firemen to wash down the streets and Olympics Village with fire hoses every few days. Meanwhile, there is enough time before the Games to try to suppress the flow of radioactive dust out of the crushed reactor site. Of course that idea threw him for a loop.

Continuing, I mentioned to him: “I am surprised that your Science Ministry has not heard about radioactivity suppressing minerals, which are mined in the Xinjiang mountain range to remediate vast tracts of forest from the radioactive waste left behind by Stalin’s nuclear bomb project.”

“Never heard of it and I’m on the national science committee. How do you know about that?” My answer was direct: Been there with one of world’s top experts on bio-remediation of radioactivity-contaminated land, forests and waterways - Dr. Sarsenbaev, the Kazakh expert on cleaning up nuclear waste across farmlands and rivers aka bioremediation.

“He is a famous scientist. Where did you meet him and did you visit any of the mining sites with him?” To answer your questions: At the gathering of eco-experts on the U.N. Year of the Mountain in the Altai Mountains and then after the conference we went on an unauthorized search for just such a mine to arrange for purchase of effective radioactivity-quelling sand for his riverside project in northeast Kazakhstan.

That disclosed, rhe bureaucrat leaned over and quietly asked: “Do you seriously think that those minerals can save the Beijing Olympics from an international panic?” Well, nothing in the world comes with an absolute guarantee, but in this quite crisis, sir, panic is the least of your problems. When Olympians start keeling over with radioactive poisoning, you’re going to have a huge headache! The radioactivity-suppressing compounds – minerals that look like sand - is your only shot! So take aim, move urgently get the job done! There’s just enough time to save the Olympics from catastrophe! Then I tossed back the last of my stein of beer and said: Good Luck! It’s your chance now to be a national hero, if not famous or rich - or in the worse-case scenario dead from radioactivity poisoning.

“Gosh,” he replied, “you are such a casual American hustler or maybe a sly Japanese businessman but I have no choice but to put my trust in you!” Yeah, I’m an unpaid mafia don so: Take it or Leave it! - but remained silent and then took my leave to a cheap backpacker guesthouse near the Tibetan temple, where I briefly stopped to implore the Buddha and God Almighty to spare the Olympic Games and the unsuspecting people of China.

That rather brief conversation indeed resulted in quelling the radioactive monstrosity crawling like a beast toward Beijing. And that was the last time I ever saw my old friend, who went into retirement apparently with a medal of highest national honor in science. Meanwhile my term in China was coming to an end after the setback of next summer’s Urumchi riots that threatened my rural clients along with my desert eco-project. And then to top off my luck, the monstrous Fukushima meltdown of March 2011 transferred me back to a devastated northern Japan. I cannot count all the lovely women that I left behind in tears – that’s a joke. Although busted and disgusted time and again, at least I emerged alive and still kicking and chasing after daydreams.

Upshot

Thus it should come as no surprise that after a few nuclear reactor leaks, such as the one at Taishan near Hong Kong, that the Chinese have discovered in their own backyard those physical materials and by now the knowhow for suppressing nuclear disasters (by ion displacement) - as seen in the timely evacuation of the Fordou nuclear lab. The hard rock pointed mountain peaks circling a deep valley was visibly covered by a basin of sand, underneath which there is in all probability an ancient lake or large pool of water, which can be flooded with water to serve as a coolant. Deep below that double-barrier against bomb drops, counter-radioactive coatings must have been plastered on ceilings and external walls to either absorb or deflect any radioactive ions. These sorts of defensive measures are simple and indeed primitive but effective against state-of-art ordnance.

The USAF unwittingly wasted super-expensive munitions funded with tax dollars along with a large dose of hubris. Perfectly good bunker buster bombs were “bum busted” by the primitive defensive measures, along with wasting tons of aircraft fuel and combat pay, further burdening the U.S. federal budget paid for by the American taxpayer - only to put on a show-me party for that obnoxious murderous creep Benjamin Bibi Netanyahu. My advice on behalf of American taxpayers is: Don, send the full amount of federal expenditures to save his arse as a UO Us to the Israeli treasury. The Jews will grumble but they can come with the money from all their ill-gotten profits from the pockets of gullible Goyem.

Actually, the Chinese ploy saved our president and his airmen from a Crimes against Humanity trial at The Hague. We are obviously grateful for the peace that has since descended on both sides of an idiotic conflict that helps nobody, not even the arms dealers! This is not the Age of Heroes. Now let’s provide a safe haven for the Palestinian children and their mothers and get the warring parties to the negotiating table. Let’s hope peace will bring fanatics back to their senses as responsible fathers and trustworthy friends of each other, living on isolated farms in the middle of nowhere - if only because War is Hell!