The DPJ won a landslide, the LDP has imploded, and the Komeito were wiped out in Osaka. That included Mr Tabata, the MP my neighbour was exhorting me to vote for. He lost to a Mr Nakajima. Blood did not flow in the streets, but the neighbour was noticeably distant last evening when I met her and her bicycle in the elevator. Her whole attitude was a poorly concealed, “Happy now?”
Actually, I was.