Wouldn’t it be nice if Korea wasn’t there?
NORTH Korea – the itchy bum-hole of the earth.
No matter how much you scratch the thing, it never really goes away.
In happier, more sensible times, representatives of the Great British Empire would have casually doused the place in petrol, tossed a match, then nonchalantly strolled away in search of a good pot of tea with a plate of crust-free cucumber sandwiches, and the thrill of a game of billiards with that good old fellow, Bunny. Alas, that is no longer the case. Today we have to put aside our centuries old thirst for murderous glory and instead indulge the minority sandalwearers who by remarkable stealth have managed to take over our once Lionheart-led nation.
Disturbing, isn’t it, that a land like ours that quite literally once first discovered and then ruled the bloody waves is now controlled by a bunch of tw*ts in tank tops who cry “negotiate” at the first sign of trouble?
North Korea has said its latest nuclear test was “to protect our national security and sovereignty against the reckless hostility of the United States”.
Well, I hope the US does what it does best – or maybe second best, after killing allies in friendly fire – and blows the place to f***ing bits in retaliation.
The fact is, other than mad leaders to laugh at, the only tangible thing the world gets out of North Korea is grief.
Sorry for the poor sods living there who are under the cosh, and all that.
But the West has enough problems of its own.
It’s time to return that grief to sender.