Monday, April 8, 2013

North Korea: Pfft.

When I was a kid, there was a tiny little dog that used to live next door.  A Chihuahua.  From behind the chain-linked fence, that little dog would bark and yip, for as long as it could see me.  It would piss me off with all its barking.  But there was nothing I could do about it, because the dog wasn’t mine.

If it came down to it - I could climb over that fence, chase down that tiny dog and then squelch it with a swift kick.  I might delight in watching it roll and skip across the ground.  And never at any point would I be in danger. 

No, I don’t condone violence to animals.  This is a metaphor.

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