I mean North Korea?

it's North right? Or South?

AAAAaaaaanyyyyywwaaaayyyy...

North Korea is a fucking zit. Even Anthony Bourdain visiting & filming there couldn't convince me otherwise.

I feel like i'm posting real millennial

I don't think the US is concerned with NK. It's just that NK has strong ties to China and Russia, which we are very concerned with

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Whether my country might get bombed to the Middle Ages by the U.S
An apathetic public who thinks bombing a country is whatever is great fodder for war mongering.
Wtf did n.korea ever do to you ?

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Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people that I never met and that I never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the schrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure, fuck it, while I'm at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

>Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but
>I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the N.S.A. Somebody puts
>a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I
>take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy
>with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was
>the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle
>East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village
>where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people that I
>never met and that I never had no problem with get killed. Now
>the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the
>area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid
>over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their
>number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the
>National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel
>in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used
>to work at got exported to the country he just got back from.
>And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job,
>'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom
>breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over
>there in the first place was so we could install a government
>that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil
>companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic
>oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it
>ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin'
>their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took
>the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink
>martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it
>ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all
>the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of
>work and he can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the
>fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the schrapnel in
>his ass is givin' him chronic hemorroids. And meanwhile he's
>starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the
>only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic
>scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out
>for somethin' better. I figure, fuck it, while I'm at it, why
>not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn
>enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal,
>hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be
>elected president.

Just IMO though.