I’ve decided to break my silence on North Korea. It’s America’s fate to live side by side with such hatred for us but we owe ourselves reflection. The Korean War was wrong. I’m not ashamed to say that the Red Scare politics allowed me to be tortured in cold blood as a liberal, but when King Crimson used John Lennon to humiliate me they were dreaming of the day when Martin Sheen could drag me as an object of the Microsoft panopticon into the spy cam limelight and watch me grovel assuring North Korea of peaceful intentions while giving Greta Thunberg the signal to say penis in the mixed company of Asian feminism and North Korean principles. I rise to the occasion because I know the dignity of the Midwest and I don’t blame myself anymore for the way I was molested as a child. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, much less a guest of diplomacy. While I noted their leader Kim’s affection for the perpetrator, Trumpytune, it didn’t harden my drunk inside.
This isn’t to say anyone should listen to me about much except one exactly small thing. I do in fact believe that you should be very detecting of those who use me to trigger the opposite. A Larry Lederer in fact from Pittsburgh’s law society, who took a fit when I got printed in Pitt News, Israeli, called me for advice and ended the convo thanks since that’s your advice I’m sure the opposite is the best road to follow.
During bussing a tall Black girl took the brunt of the crazies at Fulton School. Still too young to understand anything that might be sexual fear, I detached myself from the crowd of other students following her with yells and reached out my hand to her. She slapped my face very hard, but it wasn’t a punch. I was abashed, sorry and felt stupid. In retrospect I can see, even without Mr. Crint fallacies why she must’ve hated me, but I can’t just disappear, I mean, I was born, I too wanted to go to school. The Pittsburgh crowd also made it impossible.
North Korea may not be like that girl but it’s a safe bet that it’s not all that different. This doesn't make it any less noble to say what a person thinks. This doesn’t make it any less noble that I wanted to show her that she needn’t be afraid of all of us. Given what that gang did to me and even up to this present hour, fifty years later, continue to do, I can see why warding me off was self-preservation. My friends have all been severely punished for being my friends. Pittsburgh would say by me.
North Korea has in fact already made honorable contributions to our civil discourse if you are looking to find debates about both sides, critiques of their mythical foundation, explanations for the meaning of their arts, accounts of their poverty and the nobility of the poor there. My very own very best friend...forever...is Korean. I like them. The Trumpytune politics of the stuff that goes on, well, not so much, no.
North Korea has reached an understanding of sorts with the political forces I oppose, allowing them to work well with Sherman Alexie, the Green Party and Oliver Stone, a subdivision of Trump. It is ironic that a man like my father, who would have looked for the good in them, should be killed by a new Axis who were after all those who inflicted so much pain on Korea. The ace in the hole of Pittsburgh in molesting me forever will be that dad spoke out loudly against the war in Vietnam. What I understand about my situation is that the power structure in question elevated me in order to serve humiliation to the United States, which is heartlessly compounded by their refusal to admit what was done to me by the United States. This was not done to benefit North Korea, but they seem willing to take what benefit it allows them all the same since Midori is a grasshopper at the UN. It is dangerous to wish them well but if fate draws their fire towards me personally, I would say, please extend me the courtesy you are due. Martin Sheen and North Korea make strange bedfellows, but they are bedfellows all the same, and when Sheen is on the defensive there is one thing you can be sure, he will snivel sexually degradingly. King Crimson have long dreamed of the day they could squeeze their neuroplasm, point at my habitat and attire, lisp North Korea like the Raven of Poe saying Lenore, about Saoirse and get giggles from their guttersnipe girls.
NYC has always made its riches and glory at the expense of the interests of the United States and our society. What Trump and Warhol understood is that with JFK gone there was no one to explain to voters why the Korean War was a mistake as part of explaining why the war in Vietnam must never happen. The British were very cunning. They realized that American anti-Asian sentiment had homogenized the victims of the Axis into a paradigm that had included the Axis. Asians in Burma and Japan were in the Axis. France in Vietnam were allies of the Japanese in the Axis. By mongering anti-Asian warfare through American proxies the Axis recruited their own victims, a Warhol specialty. The Hydra then reared its Trumpytune head and attacked us.
Politically North Korea leaves someone like me of two minds and in some ways two tongues because I would if forced have to say something different to each party. To America I would have to say you don’t seem to realize what they went through. To them I would say it’s ironic that my appreciation of them doesn’t change that I am the sort of person who would fare badly in their society.
North Korea have said they know they need help. It’s too bad America doesn’t realize we do. My only question is if we truly do help you in developing your health care, would you turn on us? I do see many reasons why they would refuse our help for fear of our motives.
That’s all there is to it. I don’t applaud nukes. They’re horrible things. Don’t expect me to applaud them, nor confederate wiith Herr Gruestre becuzz of dem.
Epigram
The English purred
as it slank its tongue
of hate and death
upon the cell
of poor, noble Bobby Sands.