I can’t say it’s fun, but it certainly adds an extra something to the start of the day: that first check of the news to see if one of the Mad Bastards has delivered us all into the jaws of chaos, mayhem and death while half of us were sleeping.
Doesn’t seem fair, really, does it. Whichever one of them loses the last vestiges of sanity first and lets rip, both of them will scurry off to their nuclear-proof bunkers amidst clouds of glorious self-righteousness while the rest of stagger around amidst clouds of radio-active fallout still wondering with our dying breaths what it was all about. Not a question I can even attempt to answer, although I must say that as with most conflicts, it seems highly unlikely that either side is entirely blameless when you get down to tin tacks.
But two things are undeniably true and quite urgently relevant: the Kim family is a law unto itself, and no good ever came from poking the bear.
It’s the bear-poking that really gets to me: the fact that the most powerful man in the world is too narcissistic to keep his little orange spaghetti-o mouth shut in the interests of averting global disaster, and opts instead for provocative bluster to flaunt that power for his own personal gratification.
Nobody else thinks it’s a good idea. German Chancellor Angela Merkel and Russia’s foreign minister Sergey Lavrov have both suggested (very diplomatically) that he should back off. History doesn’t relate his response to Lavrov, but in reply to Angela Merkel, Trump said, “Perhaps she is referring to Germany. She’s certainly not referring to the United States, that I can tell you.”
Which rather implies that Americans are all gagging to get in there and show those North Koreans what’s what.
I hope that’s not true. Whatever the official outcome, we would all lose.