Dictator Kim Jong-un or: how I stopped worrying about the Korean peninsula and learned to love the crazy

When North Korea started to ratchet up the rhetoric several weeks ago, I was concerned. While many foreign policy experts see Iran as the greatest current threat to American security, I viewed nuclear weapon armed North Korea as far more dangerous. Iran doesn’t have nuclear weapons, has a modicum of democracy, and a vast number of young people who consume pop culture, and, for the most part, admire the United States. North Korea is the most closed society in the world controlled by a leader we know little about. In fact the only photo we had of him until his accession to power was one taken when he was 11.

But as the crisis has escalated I can’t stop giggling.

I feel free to do so because first and foremost I am convinced, by people far smarter than myself, that North Korea is doing what they always do and they understand that any significant attack against South Korean, Japan or the United States would result in swift annihilation.

This whole situation reminds of Dr. Strangelove with Kim Jong-un riding the bomb all the way down. I can hear Peter Sellers in my head saying what the North Korean’s apparently told reporters in London today:

At the North Korean embassy in London, they are answering the phone but saying little.

“As far as we know, we are not giving any statements,” a North Korean official told Reuters, declining to give his name and saying all necessary information was already available on the website of the North Korean state news agency KCNA.

Yesterday you had word of North Korea advising Russia and other countries to remove their diplomatic staff. Again, Peter Sellers, “You must leave sir.”

If North Korea was saying nothing but moving troops and equipment, I might be worried. Until then, I’ll stick with Dr. Strangelove.

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Thursday Jam

Afghanistan, Iraq and now possibly North Korea. This songs seems mighty timely again.

From Wikipedia:

It’s a Mistake” is a song recorded by the Australian group Men at Work. The song was written by Men at Work singer/guitarist Colin Hay and the recording was produced by Peter McIan. It was released in June 1983 as the third single from their album Cargo, and peaked at #6 on the Billboard Hot 100 in August 1983. It was performed live on Saturday Night Live on October 22, 1983.

Lyrics:

Jump down the shelters to get away
The boys are cockin’ up their guns
Tell us general, is it party time?
If it is can we all come

Don’t think that we don’t know
Don’t think that we’re not trying
Don’t think we move too slow
It’s no use after crying
Saying

It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake
It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake

After the laughter as died away
And all the boys have had their fun
No surface noise now, not much to say
They’ve got the bad guys on the run

Don’t try to say you’re sorry
Don’t say he drew his gun
They’ve gone and grabbed old Ronnie
He’s not the only one saying

It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake
It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake

Tell us commander, what do you think?
‘Cos we know that you love all that power
Is it on then, are we on the brink?
We wish you’d all throw in the towel

We’ll not fade out too soon
Not in this finest hour
Whistle your favourite tune
We’ll send a card and flower
Saying

It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake
It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake