This week the very strange Mr Denis Rodman (international basketball
star (Rtd), Celebrity Big Brother contestant and, er, international
practitioner of basketball diplomacy with the most body piercings) has gone to
his new best buddy's birthday party. That buddy is none other than Kim Jong Un,
North Korea's Stalinist Dictator and full-time deviant psychopath.
Hopefully Dennis and his friends will cheer him up. It’s been a rather
sad time for Kim of late, also affectionately known as Fatty the 3rd by
his many face book friends. Just last month his Uncle, and political patron,
most carelessly got himself executed for various nefarious deeds, the exact
nature of which is still not very clear but probably related to his feet
starting to exceed the size of his shoes (Note to Dennis R: this unfortunate
Podiatric ailment is almost always fatal for those who get too friendly with
Dictators and you already have very large feet).
North Korea is a paranoid dictatorship, run by a family obsessed with
its blood lineage and survival, where threats of nuclear war are not uncommon,
where purges and political execution is now the norm and where the state's
starved, brainwashed citizens live in what is one vast gulag. More so than her
husband (the unfortunate uncle), Kim Kyong Hui’s death could have far reaching
and frenzied political implications. Who will Kim turn on next? How long can it
continue?
And so it is, that, into this bloody melee, leaps the idiotic Rodman,
replete with his nose studs and ridiculous views. Perhaps he doesn't judge his
friends. Perhaps he believes the North Korean propaganda about it being a
workers’ paradise. He should be more careful. If I had a best friend who
suddenly and viciously turned on and executed his uncle, I might think twice
before accepting an invitation to his birthday party. Perhaps Dennis should
have sent a card instead.
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