Summit of the Century!

Comrades,

The last time the Korean Peninsular was mentioned in these scribblings, it was the one page letter from DJ Trump! on White House letter-head to the Pyongyang Palace calling the whole thing off.
Whappen?
Obviously, that wasn't worth the paper it was printed on, so the 'Singapore Declaration' will be worth even less.
There is no mention of cheeseburgers, Choco Pies, or Diet Coke's, in the joint communique, so it can't be for real, must be fake news.
It's quite ironic really that the reality television game show 'Summit of the Century!' should take place in an autocratic police city-state, where the show of the Miracle of Democracy is a mere sham, and anyone not towing Lee Kuan Yew's hard-right People's Action Party line won't see outside the four walls of a Singaporean jailhouse for quite a time.
Then you've got a dead-set certified 24-carat card-carrying despot with a very long family history in the authoritarian caper in Fatboy KIm, coming up against a POTUS who is hell bent on destroying the institutions of the Miracle of Democracy in The Home of the Brave, in a bid to hang onto his illegitimate and tenuous grip on power.
On one hand you've got "Little Rocket Man" who loves nothing more than disposing of his enemies execution-style with a rocket propelled grenade, and a Leader of the Free World who pardons his criminal mates, and even has legal advice to the tune that he can pardon himself, even though he has done absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing.
The utter lack of credibility from this particular pair of outrageous buffoons is simply breathtaking.

Never mind that The Donald just cannot resist some lovin'-up for the television camera's, or that Fatboy can't resist playing him like a fiddle, the best yarn to come out of the whole sad schemozzle is the unconfirmed report that Mr Chairman bought his own toilet with him in the cargo bay of the Air China Boeing 747 he flew in on [an Ilyushin-62 and Airbus A330 were also flown in as decoys.]
No ordinary bog-hole for him, oh no siree, he required the one that is perfectly moulded to The Glorious Leader's not insubstantial arse plumbed into the Presidential Suite in the St. Regis Hotel Singapore, so he could take a dump in the manner to which he is accustomed.
All class.

Of course, as a Drinker for Disarmament, I'm all for getting rid of The Bomb for all time, but why not go the whole hog here and de-militarize the entire Korean Peninsular?
That'd solve the 65-year-old armistice problem instantly.
Yeah sure. When you tot up the standing armies of both North and South, along with the reserves and various paramilitaries, you've got about 1.6 million military personnel on the Peninsular, and that's not counting the 23,468 US troops permanently stationed in South Korea. Abandoning that in the name of world peace would put a whole lot of people out of work.
And what Trump's hard-core supporter base back in The States makes of all of this is anyone's guess; you'd have to think that the 'deplorables' wouldn't know where or what Korea was, or care, as they want the USA out of Foreign Policy altogether, unless it involves building Big Beautiful Walls to keep the hordes of job-stealing murdering rapists out.
Out!

Fed up with the whole meaningless circus, I decided to spin some of DJ!'s remarks to reporters post the Summit of the Century into a word cloud, to see what it spat out.
Normally, you can quickly see the main point folks are trying to make, but here is the classic scattergun approach; bamboozle the other negotiating side with a vocabulary of gobbledygook and meaningless gibberish - the only thing the cloud does reveal is that the Trumpotus doesn't know whether he's coming or going.
God help the poor Korean translator in the one-on-one talks, who might as well have done the spinning of the finger thing indicating The Donald's off-his-rockerness...and translate as "I've got absolutely no idea what he's saying, Glorious Leader, but this turkey is clearly fucked-in-the-face", or whatever that phrase is in Korean.

Photo: Doug Mills/NYT.
Word Cloud: Crazy Craves.