I saw a documentary a few years ago where a senior NK officer blithely parroted, to our better informed opinion utterly absurd, beliefs about American and other external threats to NK which demonstrated a complete lack of understanding of the world outside his borders but a serious danger to the rest of the world, and not necessarily as a response to a perceived attack.
Which, alas, is the long and sad history of the dupes of meglomaniacs.
Thank you, I have, now for 2 years tried in vain to transfer to the RAMC or RLC (Catering) but to no avail. The FANY’s wouldn’t have me as my moustache isn’t bushy enough. Hopefully the WRABC will appreciate my war dodging.
If you start up the international military translation thread I’ll start contributing when I’m back from my lovely sojourn on exercise freezing my giblets off in the baltic weather of -4c that we’re currently experiencing down here.
Quote: "As said invest in firms that make bullets and also those that make bread. " Dont forget to send a few pennies to the outfit that makes Tomahawk missiles, as I think they will become popular if things get ballistic on the K. peninsula. Right now, the collective “Kims” are formulating strategy by screening the Mouse that Roared.
Just saw a cartoon faces of China and NK, then an animation of China slapping NK upside the head, inside my head… It was really weird, and high in entertainment value.
If the Chinese get involved in a new Korean war, it’ll be a case of them sending a very large army across the Yalu to try and secure any nuclear weapons kicking around. They were NOT happy with the latest incident!
I saw this today, I think America should make this happen. (It would solve numerous problems)
Clinton: North Korea Needs Good Spanking
Posted on August 03, 2009. Tags: clinton, discipline, Hillary Clinton, Kim Jong Il, North Korea, Phuket, secretary of state
Posted by P. Beckert
Clinton: North Korea Needs Good Spanking
Phuket, Thailand – Hillary Clinton angrily announced yesterday from Phuket (pronounced “fuh-ket” or alternatively “Phuket”), that she’s had it with North Koreans, likening them to little children demanding attention.
She expressed the desire to take Kim Jong Il over her knee and give him a good spanking. She scolded them for being so mean that they now don’t have any friends, and told them if they don’t stop shooting their rockets off, she was going ground them for three weeks with no internet.
The petulant N. Koreans called Clinton a mean mommy and stomped off to make some more rockets. “Who cares?” they muttered. “Who needs friends when you have enriched uranium?”
Editorial Note: We’re pretty sure Phuket is pronounced “Pooh Git”, though the alternate “fhqwhgads” is also common and acceptable.
What the North Koreans need is a healthy dose of reality. Sadly unless you’ve got a jolly strong transmitter and are prepared to spend tens of millions on radio & tv programmes in order to try to de-programme the people of North Korea, then that isn’t going to happen any time soon.
The problem with that is that they’ve been so thoroughly indoctrinated that most of them would not believe what they were being told anyway.
For example, why would someone reduced to eating grass under the greatest regime in the world lovingly cared for by Dear Leader believe that the decadent Americans can eat big slabs of beef every day, or pull into McDonalds and eat a few slabs of alleged beef smothered in alleged cheese with allegedly fresh alleged vegetables and alleged mayo on an alleged sesame seed alleged bun for substantially less than the cost of a lump of beef, with half a gallon of Coke thrown in?
I wasn’t too impressed with Mr. MacDonalds yesterday, after spending the weekend in the oolu with the lowest temperatures in Britain since 1919, I decided that student-scaley deserved a night off cooking and with the idea of piping hot junk food in my mind I promptly headed off in the direction of the nearest golden arches.
Oh how wrong I was. After getting my food I tabbed back to my flat, no more than 3-4 minutes away. I was not impressed that my food which five minutes earlier had been handed to me by the cream of Macdonald’s staff was now cold, at best luke warm. B*stards!
I may be one of the few people in the Western world who has not tasted, and has not the least desire to taste, a Macca’s offering.
Beyond their chips and (allegedly including cows’ milk rather than pig fat and thickeners) alleged milk shakes.
A mere quarter of a century ago Mrs RS and I ventured a few thousand miles up the east coast of Oz. We passed through many towns, villages, hamlets and quaint stores in the middle of nowhere where the colour, texture, odour, and thickness of grease on the windows of the local fish and chippery / hambuggery / souvlaki palace multiplied by the number of flies outside and, worse, inside discouraged us from sampling their country wares. Macca’s was rather new then, and significantly cleaner than the alternatives and largely free of flies as it had doors (something of a novelty in the hilbilly parts through which we rapidly passed to the alarming sound of plucking banjos), so we often ended up grudgingly ingesting Macca’s alleged comestibles. (co·mes·ti·ble (k-mst-bl) adj. Fit to be eaten; edible. n. Something that can be eaten as food: meat, cheese, and other comestibles. http://www.thefreedictionary.com/comestible ) It took me little more than a month after the last feed to get the taste of the chip fat out of my mouth, and less than a year or two to be able to pass a Macca’s spewing that cloying fat smell out of its chimney without me feeling bilious.
I am in recovery now. Sometimes I steal chips, or French fries as Macca’s quaintly call them, from my children’s meals, but I can stop. After about the first disappointing handful.
The chocolate milkshakes are a different issue, but I succumb no more than a couple of times a year. It could be more, but most of the times I give in to this weakness of the flesh the child on the other end of the tannoy tells me that the shake machine isn’t ****ing working!
All that said, and seriously now, how lucky are we that we can moan about the quality of food which would be a luxury of unimaginable quality and quantity to millions of North Koreans, while the latest Dear Leader was educated overseas while most of his people starved to fund his privileges and the other excesses of the privileged classes at the top of the pyramid in the workers’ paradise?
Dear Leader etc make Stalin and Mao seem benevolent.
The North Koreans would be vastly better off under the conditions in China to their north and much more so under the conditions in South Korea to their south. It is a tragedy for the proletariat in NK that their benighted leaders keep them behind the rest of the world.
I couldn’t agree more, we are very lucky to live in societies whereby we can eat what we fancy rather than what the commissar has decided we should eat for that week.
And this is another reason why we should avoid a war with North Korea at all costs, if you thought re-building Iraq was bad, North Korea will be a lot worse, the victorious allie would have to feed pretty much everyone north of the current border until their agriculture and food production could be sorted. There would probably be wide-spread crime as the the North Koreans saw the lives and possessions of their southern cousins and starting to covet them.
Cecil Rhodes was right when he said
‘Remember you were born an Englishman, and have consequently won the first prize in the lottery of life’
Or what we shall not eat, while the fat bastard Commissar stuffs his face while deciding where the products of our rural labour shall be bestowed upon the privileged classes in a land of supposed equals.
Or China could step in and take responsibility for, and bring to heel, a monster it helped create 60 years ago.
He was not fully informed. The correct line is 'Remember you were born an Australian, and have consequently won the first prize in the lottery of life. If any other bastard tries to claim the prize, stab him in the eye and knee him in the balls." This is the sort of conciliatory practical approach to dispute resolution which makes Australians the fine people they are.
