Crazy Is As Crazy Does
Kim Jong-il, king of the fruitcakes, isn’t looking quite as robust as he normally does.
While his DPRK peasants eat grass, mud and each other (seriously – due to Kimmy’s depredations, destitute North Koreans have provided the world’s most contemporaneous example of forced cannibalism), the Dear Leader gorges himself on the finer things in life – whiskey, cigars and lobster.
Not that he has much longer to do so – the pancreatic cancer eating away at him appears to be winning.
DPRK is in the news for once not due to bellicose statements, missile launches and nuclear weapons. To remind us all that he (unfortunately) hasn’t died yet, Kimmy’s goons kidnapped a couple of American journalists.
The release of whom was negotiated in exchange for a visit by that walking STD, silver-haired lothario Bill Clinton, whom the state-run DPRK media then delightedly reported had apologized to the DL.
As cowardly as Clinton undoubtedly is, still I doubt it.
More pertinently, wasn’t it lucky that the two US reporters worked for Al Gore’s San Francisco-based Current TV? How handy for then calling in the 42nd president to go grovel for their release. Friends in high places and all that…
Does this mean that Clinton will henceforth be dispatched to Iran to ensure the release of the three arrested American tourists there?
In fact, why not use Bubba as a full-time chief hostage negotiator in increasingly dangerous global hot-spots?
A use has been found for him at last!
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August 5th, 2009 at 15:20
As long as we’re on the subject of threats to the U.S., here’s a juicy little tidbit that shows our efforts in Afghanistan are going into the dumper. But you don’t hear squat about this from the MSM, do you?
Hmmmmmmmm. Maybe, The Boy King doesn’t want health care reform after all. Maybe it’s just a big smoke screen to obfuscate his foreign policy and military failures.
“..the Dear Leader gorges himself on the finer things in life – whiskey, cigars and lobster.”
Pajama Boy eats cigars? Maybe that’s his problem. The last four feet of his duodenum is probably solid cement. When this guy finally has a B.M., it will be the size of Florida (and shaped the same). They’ll probably put it on display like the Soviets did Lenin.
(Relax, J-, I know what you meant. I just couldn’t resist the opporunity of using Pajama Boy and B.M. in the same paragraph.)
August 5th, 2009 at 20:31
This is a sideshow and distraction, much like how Clinton made some rubble bounce every time one of his cases went to court. That, and the messiah needed a PR win, no matter how minor, to distract from his failure.
August 5th, 2009 at 20:57
“That, and the messiah needed a PR win, no matter how minor, to distract from his failure.”
Respectfully, I don’t think he had clue #1 what was going on. It has the Clinton’s fingerprints all over this with Hillary telling Bill to get his hatchet ass on a plane and pick up them wimmin (something he loves to do) because Pajama Boy (cement colon and all) called her a “school giirl” and it embarrassed her..buns..off.
The Boy King was just wandering aimlessly around the White House looking for a Bud Light, some peanuts, and the press corps.
August 6th, 2009 at 05:23
The movie “Team America” forever ruined pajama boy for me…I can never look at him without hearing the “Sad and rone-ree” song…Love the Kanye West sunglasses. Then again, Kanye West is another assclown, too.