North Korea's puttin' a bombworthy nuke plant back together again, for the, what? Fifth time? Seventh?
The crazed weenie that owns that country is like the very worst sort of bum: the unwashed, reeking gent who parks himself on your front stoop, threatening to relieve himself in the mailbox unless you give him a dollar to go away.
The problem, of course, is that he always comes back. Just like North Korea. Sure is a pity we can't just turn a fire hose on 'im.
* From an apocryphal Great Depression tale about a bindlestiff who shows up at a farm on a sweltering August day and offers a quarter if they'll let him take a dip in the cesspit, since he's just a dirty bum and it's so hot. After he's got himself good and soaked, he plops down on the porch to dry off and the farmer's wife tells him to go, he's had his dip. His reply? "That'll cost you five dollars!" Kim Jong-Il wants a little more but it's the same scam.
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