The
Daily NK, a South Korean-based news service focusing on its neighbor to the
North, reported that Kim Jong Un had undergone surgery on April 12 for a
cardiovascular issue caused by “excessive smoking, obesity and overwork.”
Two days later, the
hermit kingdom fired a series of cruise missiles off the eastern coast of the
Korean peninsula. Kim was conspicuously absent during the launches. The
following day, April 15, Kim was not seen during the annual commemoration of
his grandfather’s birthday known as “Day of the Sun”.
A spokesman for the
South Korean presidency, Kang Min-seok, said in a brief statement in response
to the reports, “We have nothing to confirm and there has been no unusual
activity detected in North Korea.”
Whatever the validity
of reports about the tin pot dictator’s health, they draw attention once again
to the issue of succession in the “sacred” Kim dynasty.
One thing is certain,
the vultures are circling his hospital bed.
When Kim’s sister was promoted to the position of First Vice Department
Director of the Workers’ Party of Korea Central Committee it was seen as a move
she was being groomed for a leadership role.
You’ll remember she was incessantly photographed at the 2018 Winter Olympics
in PyeongChang, South Korea and at
key summit meetings with President Trump and South Korean President Moon
Jae-in.
The Daily NK is reportedly
staffed by North Korean defectors. News of the tyrant’s imminent death gets
everybody jacked up. Normally you would take any “news” proffered by the likes
of CNN with a grain of salt. In this
case, however, I recommend taking it with a bucket of the stuff. I won’t believe the news until I see a funeral
procession.
Kim Jong Un's hopeful demise gives us the occasion for the cross-cultural collaboration we never knew we needed:— Matthew Foldi (@MatthewFoldi) April 21, 2020
Ghanaian pallbearers and Gangnam Style--surprisingly, it works quite well.
H/t @mikhaelsmits for the idea! https://t.co/WbDB7D0Xbl pic.twitter.com/pPcRsyG4zH
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