I’m in the mood for a Blast from the Past essay, so lets do it!
Let Me set the stage, in case you are not familiar with Martyr Mutsuo:
The date is May 20, 1938. A 21 year old victimized and abused child, enslaved within the tiny village of Kamo, total population of about 80 humans, in Japan, is getting ready. His name is Mutsuo Toi, and he is getting ready to seek and claim his vengeance against society, government, humanity.
There are no terrorist leaders for him to gain inspiration from. There are no terrorist networks to help him. There is no http://Wikipedia.org or http://Murderpedia.org, for him to spend time reveling in the True Reality rage reflections of others. There are no violent movies for him to watch, no obscene rap or heavy metal songs for him to emotionally commune with.
No, there is none of that. There is only Mutsuo, tortured child, just 21 years old. He must radicalize Himself, he must inspire Himself, he must start a chain, not integrate to an existing one.
It is 1938 in a tiny village in japan, and 21 year old Mutsuo Toi has reached his Ground Zero.
11:00 PM, May 20, 1938, and Martyr Mutsuo is getting ready. He assembles his arsenal: One shotgun, one sword, and one ax. But there is a twist, his most important items are two flashlights. He carefully checks the batteries, it is very important that the flashlights work. He is a man with a plan, and everything is ready.
The night rolled over to the next day, it was now May 21st, 1938, 1:30 AM, the deepest dead of night, and Martyr Mutsuo was ready to go to harvest. He strapped the two flashlights to his head, I would assume one on each side, over the ears. Did he use tape, or rope?? Tape must not have been very common in 1938 rural Japan.
Step #1: Mutsuo cut the singular electrical line that supplied electrical power to the tiny village of Kamo, plunging the entire village into complete darkness, in the dead of night, 1:30 AM. Then he began his catharsis.
In the pitch blackness, Martyr Mutsuo shone like a double star, two flashlights tied to his head, shining brightly. He needed his hands, to do other things. First he cut off the head of his 76 year old grandmother, who had raised him as her slave since he was a small child. Then he stalked the village, invading house after house, killing everyone he encountered. In total he harvested 30 humans, seriously injuring only 3 others. He was in it for the kill, attacking 33, killing 30, a percentage any modern day terrorist equipped with state of the art weaponry, would deeply envy.
The entire rampage lasted about 90 minutes, ending around 3:00 AM. Then Mutsuo rested, for a few hours, hopefully savoring his vengeance. As the sun was coming up, probably 6:00 AM or so, our tortured victim-creation tragically chose to end his own life.
This rampage held the #2 total kill count position for a lone attacker event, worldwide, for 44 years, from 1938 until 1982. Andrew Kehoe from the good old usa, was #1. You DO know about Martyr Andrew, I would hope….
Thank you for standing, Mutsuo!
You can read the Wikipedia account of Mutsuo’s rampage, here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsuyama_massacre
It is not completely accurate, but you cannot expect all details to be completely known, with such a long ago and little publicized event.
I chuckled when I read about the japanese custom of yobai, popular in the mid 20th century in japan, of which Mutsuo partook.
Read about that, here:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yobai
“At night, young unmarried men would silently enter houses with young unmarried women. A man would silently crawl into a woman’s room and make his intentions known. If the woman consented, they would sleep together. By the morning he would leave. The girl’s family might know about it, but pretended they did not. It was common for young people to find a husband/wife like this.”
Ha-ha! Good practice for Mutsuo, he knew exactly how to get inside most if not all of the houses. And exactly the same idea as the 2017 singles bars you humans frequent. 🙂

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