Finally…

Here’s my take on North Korea. Warning: Contains strong language. (Oh, wait, that would be normal for this blog.)
It’s time to walk up to the little fucker who ruins [sic] that place and be very firm with him. Our envoy should say, approximately (but clearly),
“Set one of those nukes off, boy, and I mean anywhere in the world, even on your own soil just to prove you’re a big man, and your country will very quickly resemble a big glass parking lot. And if you don’t start dismantling them immediately, with full disclosure and 100% inspection, it may end up resembling said parking lot anyway.”
And we should tell our friends the Chinese that if they think we’re bluffing the DPRKs about this, they should encourage their butt boys up there to set off a nuke somewhere.
I’m minded of a story from my teen years, when my father used some fairly rough language with his father in regard to letting his 14 dogs have the run of his house trailer when Grampa could hardly breathe from emphysema (coal smoke from the railroad, not cigs) to start with. I said, “Dad, why do you cuss at Grampa so much?” He thought about that for a few moments and said, “Because sometimes that’s the only language he understands.”
Well, strength and power is the only language these jackoff dictators understand. A 20 megaton fireworks show over Baghdad would be a great starter. Then maybe the world would take us seriously.
(I know, I know…we fight our wars more in sorrow than in anger. But a little anger is a good thing from time to time. And it would sure feel good to see that mushroom cloud climb over Saddam’s crispy butt.)