..because appearently- we’re all screwed thanks to North Korea.
Today, my daughter ran her hand along the side of my face and declared, “Mommy, you are my sweetie.” When your child models back to you, what you’re trying so hard to instill in her, it’s an incredible feeling. The love you put into another human being means more when it’s given back, and it certainly torments the soul, when the love is denied. I can not imagine her not growing up to experience these moments of mommy clarity, herself.
North Korea? Is like our younger brother who farked around with drugs, landed himself in jail for 14 dwi’s and still pretends that the ponzi side-business scheme he’s running is gonna make everyone rich. North Korea? Is an asshole. Kim Jong Il? Is captain of the asshole brigade, though I wouldn’t compare him with the other maniacal leaders of earlier times. Hitler loved -some- of his people, at least. Kim Jong Il? Loves himself. (,,Because I guess someone has to.)
So this is it- a telling night. There’s enough fear-mongering going on by the media and enough twittering to make anyone second guess our defense systems, their bluffs and Obama’s ultimate reaction. And Hawaii? Hawaii is like the super nice Christian girl who wore her crosses and mary janes in high school- she always had a smile for everyone, did her homework and although mousy? She always shared her lunch. For Christ’s sake- HAWAII? Is all leis, tacky shirts and over-priced dairy products… it’s nothing to be offended at. It’s a farking mecca for relaxation and b-list romantic comedies. Where will all the bridezillas marry now?
I thought about it all last night- (because I couldn’t sleep and I blamed myself entirely for drinking that 2nd can of grape soda at 1am.) What if it was all an elaborate hoax? I’d have to give it to that slimy bastard- if those missiles were never meant to do anything but fail and give us all a sense of peace and protection because N. Korea couldn’t be anything more than what it was: the dollar store version for humanitarianism and goodness… then we’re all’s gonna be screwed. If he’s planned this for years, then my god- I’d have to hand it to him. Because even that seems better than a ruler that’s proven over and over his lack of credibility as a leader to the people he neglects of even their basic needs, or a temper-tantrum throwing 19 year old spoiled child of a former dictator. I wonder if he falls asleep at night thinking he’s the world’s greatest villain, praying to Hitler or Stalin to never realize that while he stands 3ft short of anything I’m able to take seriously, he also doesn’t stand for his people. I think I’ll always visualize Kim as the knife wielding assclown in an Appalachian bar, demanding people listen as everyone stares blankly into their drinks.
It did go through my head that if today was my last day: I was lucky to have lived in a country that I had access to medicine, doctors, a voting system, and a president that so far- practiced what he preached along his campaign trail. I was lucky to offer my daughter a place to grow where she would never have to hide where she learned, or what she learned and that at night? She never felt afraid or fearful of her life not being here when she awoke.
I suppose I understand the hatred against our country. No one likes the smug valedictorian, or the preachy, religious zealot. We let the caricatures create the image of what we are, while all most of us care about is our families, our dreams and being here to do what we’re doing today, tomorrow. When we have fountainheads like Hollywood or Rap Supa-Stars, Corrupt policemen or congressmen it might be hard to see the people behind it all- we go to our jobs in the morning, laugh at the gossip in the evening and kiss our children goodnight. Yes, our priorities may be screwed up, and we’re channeling conflicting images, but there’s far greater good that goes unseen.
North Korea as a country is not Kim Jong Il. I know that with all the brainwashing and censorship there are still good people. I hope we remember this if the attention whore pushes too far, and manages to do exactly what he’s planning. I hope we can remember the faces of the men and women already involved in other people’s wars all over the world that pray for us here, and we, them. I hope we can remember families, much like ours who fall asleep in their villages relishing their families and farms. We are all the same, I’ve always thought.
This bully pushes because he knows that in our past political stances of strongly worded letters and resolutions, eventually we are egotistical and have a distinct breaking point. PrincessPants Il, probably doesn’t even want to bomb us. Honestly: I think he could care less of what he actually ‘hits’ or ‘destroys.’ I think he wants our reaction, the most. Have you seen Lady and the Tramp? (It’s a cult Disney classic.) There’s a scene with Siamese cats, in which they are constantly baiting the Tramp to antagonize him into action. When he finally complies and the cat’s owner catches him? The siamese feign innocence and he is immediately hauled off to the pound. Take note: The moment we react, there is something far worse waiting than any threat could ever entail. Kim Jong Il, only feels good about himself or his country when it is in complete and utter control- and because he’s never had this. He’s faked it. He has no money to rebuild, or help his people. He knows we do. If we submit to these preschool pranks, it will prove an incredibly, damaging situation for more than just the two countries involved.
We are so blessed: Let’s not forget it.
That (annoying) Lee Greenwood Song
Conan O’Brian made a funny the other day, stating Kim Jong-Il will cede the presidency to his son in “the ritual passing of the ladies’ sunglasses.”
50 First Dates was a great movie. Bruddah IZ, RIP.