Meanwhile somewhere North of the Samsung-Hyundai Line (DMZ) we find Great Reader, KIM Jong IL , reading the polls and lookin deplessed...
KIM- Awww, mudder-fruckers!!! General Wang, get over here ASLAP!
WANG- I'm right here, your Greatness. Sir, you look depressed. Oh, you're on the computer again, Sir. You know nurse Ratched said it's bad for your blood pressure, Sir. Should I call the PyongYang "Emerald Club" and order up a special nurse for you.
KIM- Naw... Me not so hor-nay, as like Brill Clinton or a NY Governor, today. Just deplessed over my latest Gulag Popularity Poll frum Sogs-Bee (Zogby) .
WANG- What's the problem, Most Depressed One?
KIM- Well, remembers the udder day, when I'm "Clacked Off" sum Wockets?
(DickTaters just wanna have fun. That's all. Same-same as Cyndi Lauper)
KIM- Yes, I seem to recall, Sir.
(Gave me damned heart-failure!)
KIM- Mayblee I'm just like the president-u-haul candy-date "Baalack Who's-name OBAMA" dude, I'm needs a "SPIRIT-URINAL Advicer"!!!
WANG- A Spiritual Advisor, Great One? Well...perhaps?
KIM- Good! Good! Set up's see-crit phone call to Chi-cogs-glow (Chicago) in US's A!
WANG- Yes Great One! (Aww sh*t! I just know I stepped into it, this time!)
*To be continued...tomorrow. I'm swears!JG
Ruv Yoo Looong Time,
Great Reader, KIM Jong IL