The Japanese have some really dedicated Fukushima shills, don't they?

I wonder how much you get paid to tell someone to go outside and enjoy a day at the beach, Fukushima or no Fukushima, while knowing those on the beach are getting fried with radioactive particles.

Which are increasing in frequency and also changing elemental properties as well.

I bet it's a pretty cushy job, typing that swill.

Of course, I couldn't sleep at night if I was blatantly lying to people, and I might want to hang myself in a closet-sized hotel room, but whatever.

To each their own.