Seoul On Ice

Former Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld kept a photograph of the Korean peninsula in his pentagon office. A night shot, taken from way, way up in the sky. The top half of the photo –North Korea– was dark as a dungeon. South Korea was ablaze. All lit up.

A lot of that light came from Seoul, a megagcity of twenty-five million industrious, clever people who may be lit up. Again.

The dirt poor nation put all it’s chips on nuclear weapons. On getting them, on having them.

A quarter century of no one stopping them got the communist monarchy where it wanted to go.

They have them. And missiles to carry the bombs to Kentucky.

The price North Korea paid? Look at them. North Koreans are (according to Christopher Hitchens, perhaps rounding up) six inches shorter than their cousins in the south. The rulers have runted their people; a crime against humanity.

How much did they pay? Vladimir Putin said: “They’d eat grass before they’d give those weapons up.” Sounds like it might be true.

What is true is that it’s an American World.

We cannot allow –nor can the rest of the civilized world allow– end of mankind weapons in North Korean hands.

Just can’t do it.

North Korea just can’t give them up.

Is there a way out of this?

As the Olympics unfold it seems North Korea is searching for a way out: The Beloved Leader’s sister in the same room with Pence. That’s not enough.
The melding of the two Korean teams into one, so we’re all family? That’s not enough.

Nothing but getting those weapons away is enough.

So what can we do?

We can buy them. We might have China take care of the situation. Or South Korea. Who else, what else, is there?

The world.

The Job 2.13.18