Masters Of War

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks. You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly. Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain. You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion' As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud. You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins. How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do. Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul. And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead.------- Bob Dylan 1963

Monday, February 8, 2016

[Kim Jong-un’s Hypothetical Letter 5-5] “I don’t want to be a Gaddafi or Hussein” Part V

[Kim Jong-un’s Hypothetical Letter 5-5] “I don’t want to be a Gaddafi or Hussein”

Ever seen me in a picture with my grandfather?
I’m going to talk about myself for a moment here. It’s not something I’m particularly eager to mention, but if you don’t know, you’re not going to get the Kim Jong-un approach to leadership. The moment I was declared successor to my father came during the third WPK representatives’ meeting on Sept. 28, 2010. I was named general of the Korean People’s Army, vice chairman of the WPK Central Military Commission, and a member of the WPK Central Committee. They showed pictures of me the next day in the Rodong Sinmun and on Korean Central Television. It was the first time my face and name were announced to the outside world.
This meeting came 44 years after the second party representatives’ meeting in Oct. 1966, and 30 years after the preceding sixth WPK congress in Oct. 1980. My father passed away suddenly on Dec. 17, 2011, and it was at the fourth WPK representatives’ meeting on Apr. 11, 2012, that I was elected first WPK secretary and leader of North Korea.
According to the South Korean Ministry of Unification, my date of birth is Jan. 8, 1984. That’s the date on the passport I used when I attended the International School of Berne in Switzerland (Aug. 1998 to fall 2000). Some people have put the date as early as 1982 or 1983. I’m not obliged to tell you which is right, so let’s move on. All of you talk about me being the “third generation of leadership,” but my situation is a bit different from my father’s. He’d been active in the party since the ’60s and achieved a lot before taking power. I hadn’t. Prior to 2010, there wasn’t anything shared with the outside world about my experience in the party, the administration, or the military.
People have talked about how I look more like my grandfather than my father. And that’s actually been something conscious on my part. But as recently as his death in 1994, my grandfather didn’t actually know I existed. I never met him, as you might guess. That’s why no news outlet in North Korea has ever shown a picture of me with him. If there were one, they would have used it by now.

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