Category Archives: Politics
I’m pretty sure Mitt Romney’s going to win the Iowa caucus after all.
Also, I’m still sick. A bigger update will come soon; also, fuck doctors.
So, North Korean dictator and crazy son of a bitch Kim Jong-il finally kicked the bucket at 69 (according to then-Soviet records of his birth), ending a period of rule over his country that had lasted since his father’s death in 1994 with one uneventful – and, if American and South Korean intelligence is to be believed, evidently unexpected – heart attack whilst taking a “train tour” through his fiefdom.
Call me weird for saying this, but while I hated the guy and would most certainly think that he was rotting in hell as I write this if I believed in such things, I nevertheless found myself hoping that his death would have been more…entertaining.
Think about it, if you will. Is a heart attack whilst riding on a train really a fitting death for a guy who declared his ex-dictator dad to be “Eternal President” of North Korea four years after said father’s death, had a giant pyramid-shaped hotel built in his nation’s capital of Pyôngyang to the point of being a three hundred meter-plus tall concrete shell and then left abandoned for nearly twenty years, and once kidnapped a South Korean filmmaker to force him to create a crappy Godzilla-type movie for the North’s lackluster cinema industry?
In my opinion, it isn’t. The man was such a lunatic, expressing inanity miles beyond anything competing weirdos like deposed late Libyan leader Muammar al-Gaddafi ever espoused, that I was honestly expecting his death and the days leading up to it to be a spectacle far beyond anything his “mass games” could have ever manufactured. My expectations were mainly based in my thought that there would be a hilarious confluence of press releases and statements in those aforementioned final days of his life, with intelligence suggesting his imminent demise receiving regular hilarious replies from North Korea’s propaganda mill that would doubtlessly make claims of another contrived Jong-il “feat of strength”, such as his supposed golfing abilities.
Alas, like Mick Jagger once said, you can’t always get what you want. I do fear, however, that we just might find that “great successor” Kim Jong-un will unfortunately rule with a degree of brutality that makes his antecedents look like softies.
Although I disagreed with him on some fairly big things, like the United States’ role in the Iraq War, the journalistic and academic worlds lost a big thinker – and notoriously curmudgeonly pundit – when Christopher Hitchens succumbed to esophageal cancer last night at the too-young age of sixty-two. I’d say more, but Vanity Fair already took the words out of my mouth:
“Christopher Hitchens—the incomparable critic, masterful rhetorician, fiery wit, and fearless bon vivant—died today at the age of 62. Hitchens was diagnosed with esophageal cancer in the spring of 2010, just after the publication of his memoir, Hitch-22, and began chemotherapy soon after.”
Rest in peace, Mr. Hitchens. Since you didn’t believe in an afterlife, here’s to a peaceful time sitting in a grave six feet below the ground, and a wish that people continue to remember, study, and actively remark upon your important contributions to religious and political discussion and debate.