Wonderful gala last night in my honor. I danced and danced, great pleasure....aaaaahhh......!
...... a million Casiotones for the People, great pleasure....aaaaahhh......!
Later, after party, took Wangjaesan Dancers, for a spin, ha, ha, no pun... The generals watched "Dear Leader" perform "Honored Bukkake".... Great pleasure.......aaaaahhh......!
the people, they whistle while they worked.....great pleasure....aaaaahhhh......!
and then we really confused the fuck out of the Chinese. The generals and I had them sing "Frère Jacques" and think it is revolutionary song.....ha, ha...great pleasure....aaaaahhhh......!
and of course, the best part about all this is that, after all is said and done, our very own brand of variety and propaganda pabulum differs little from our North Korean brethren's; rendering our own opprobrium as entertaining to the educated North Korean...... as the doppelgänger boomerangs.....
In the immortal words of Lily Tomlin(via Laura Penny, whose work I shall discuss shortly) "No matter how cynical you become, it is never enough to keep up"