The Kim Is Dead. Long Live The Kim.
Sometimes wry comedy strikes one like an unexpected missile from the most unlikely places.
I, for instance, have found myself amused by the coverage of Kim Jong-Il’s death and his son’s succession. The general sense is one of gloom. Various pundits have expressed the “slim hope” that this might herald a new era. That, at long last, North Korea “shall join the West”.
Meanwhile the gap between the rich and the poor in the US and Europe is at its widest and growing at its fastest, senseless bombings and shootings in our capitals, election-rigging in Russia, child poverty reaching new highs, the finger-pointing between France and Britain reaching new lows, the collapse of the banking system, police brutality in the breaking up of the Occupy movement in the States, war raging in the Middle-East and North Africa, appointed rather than elected leaders of two of the world’s oldest democracies, the oppression of dissenters, the demonisation of the poor and ill.
So, cheer up folks. Maybe your hope that North Korea will join the West is not so far-fetched. We are showing a tremendous willingness to meet them half-way.
And as for the trepidation about someone considered “an unknown quantity” in control of nuclear weapons… We survived eight years of George W Bush with his finger on the button and The Voice of God in his head. We may just make it again.