As I sit here struggling to pump out an assignment due in 3 days (if you know me, my literary masterpieces are normally completed 2 days before due date), I can't help wanting to dedicate a post to the late Kim Jong-Il.
I don't want to endorse his ways or celebrate his life. I just want to commemorate his bad-ass sense of style and his policies that crown him sneakiest bastard of the 20th century.
Did you know (no you probably didn't), Kim Jong-Il ordered farms in the 1970s to grow opium poppies that were then processed into heroin as a means of boosting the economy.
Children would work in the farms after school and villages were set production targets that had to be met.
Also, meth is trafficked into China across the border by poor North Koreans escaping and needing bartering leverage.
P.s. My assignment is covering drug trafficking in North Korea. I didn't just stumble onto the weird part of the internet.
A pretty f-ing practical suit for summer time.
The warmest of warm hats with super fashun sunglasses. I think I own his coat in green.
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