Madman die, but they get reincarnated as celebrities
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The Other Kim Makes Headlines 6 Feet Under
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Brand New Batch of Problems at the 38th Parallel
Crazy doesn’t die, it gets passed on like dormant genetic illness until the proper circumstances arouse it. And North Korean crazy is far from dead, despite the not-so-tragic passing of the Glorious Cartoon Himself, Kim Jong Il. I will not write him the obituary of record, I’ll leave that to the New York Times. But he is dead now, from old age or whatever it is that kills ancient men of startling power in nations far away.
He was a member of the Evil Dudes club. He had a permanent place at the table of the hated, weird oppressors of nations with inconceivably extravagant military parades. They all seem to hate their own people by demanding total obedience and sacrifice while they plunder the treasury and buy solid-gold Lear Jets.
But he is dead and his son is in power now. He is probably already a member of this club. Legacy and whatnot will have surely assigned him a place at the round table of Madness. Good luck, N. Korea. He was a rotten fool and a sorry pimple of a man. Pray for lightning or Chinese Special Forces to strike his boy dead where he stands, because daddy’s boy will be a handful
When you have a moment, look into the sky and remember that Kimy is in no place like heaven. He is the stuff of soil and worm food. Flee, flee while you still can.
