I would love to go visit North Korea. Who wants to come with me? I hear the weather is lovely this time of year.
No, I’m not joking. I’m not crazy either. I’m not even using the above statement to make a long, convoluted point. I genuinely want to visit the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea, see the country, and meet and trade with its people. I’m sure our cultures could benefit immensely from a relationship.
But the DPRK is at the brink of war with the United States, their neighbors to the south, and possibly the whole Western world. Why? No good reason. Some disagreements between heads of state ever since that war a half-century ago. Various games and posturing. Utter trivial nonsense. Because of that, people who have never met each other, never wronged each other, never done anything except try their best to survive and thrive, these people are now mortal enemies.
It’s time to finally get angry. Not at the denizens of some faraway country. At the dictatorial leaders of said faraway country. Even better, at our own leaders. At those few who decided for hundreds of millions of us that we should hate another people, refuse peaceful trade with them, antagonize them with threats of total destruction, and ultimately prepare to carry out the aforementioned carnage. We should be quivering with rage at those who have fabricated destruction and human suffering from nothing, without our consent, using our own resources against our will to kill millions of innocents.
The hour is late. Before long, missiles will fly. Bombs will fall. Countless lives will expire. An entire beautiful country will be shaken to its very core. However, after the dust clears, after the cities are rebuilt, after the vicious specter of death passes from the land, I should very much like to visit Pyongyang in the springtime.
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