KIM JUNG-UN - IF I WERE HE, WHAT I WOULD HAVE DONE! THE END!

To me, President Kim Jun-un. Though I am like a god, indeed, more than a god to the 25+ million people over whom I rule, what makes good sense to sane people appears to me like nonsense, as weakness. 

Which is why I am prepared to do obey the voice in my head, even if it should result in the death of millions of North Koreans and hundreds of thousands of South Koreans, Japanese and others. 

Yes, in my madness, my delusions of grandeur, if you will, I am prepared to take on the Americans and their allies. 

Because I believe myself and my government, my army to be invincible. Yes, I am like the primitive but murderous renegade in some West African country. 

Who believe that their 'juju medicine', which, in my case, is my nuclear weapons, makes me invisible and impenetrable to the might of the Americans and their allies.

Because, I, Kim Jung-un, leader of the people of North Korea, is too bereft of sanity, of wisdom and love of peace, to pull back now. 

To care about the consequences of my actions, to heed either the threats, the warnings, or the appeals of my friends or my foes.

I have taken the route I have take, and I much remain true to it, less I should lose face with my people, and with 'my enemies' and those who despise or are indifferent to me. 

Were indifferent to me, because, now that I have the attention of the whole world, I suspect that nobody is or can be indifferent to me; Kim Jung-un, President of Kim Jung-un Republic of North Korea. 

Formerly the People's Republic of Korea.

I believe myself to be the most powerful man in the world.

Because, not only do I possess nuclear weapons, but I have brought the world to the stage where they now think I have what I do not have. 

Or that I have more than what I have, of what they fear, and, most importantly, that I am willing, that I might, that I will use them. 

That, makes me the most powerful man in the world. 

Because, who can feel safe when a man such as me, who is bereft of fear, of any humility, and of prudence, is in charge of the weapons and 25 million people I command?

Am I not like a disease which has invaded the body politic, and which cannot be defeated, without great cost, if not the death of those among whom I have secreted myself?

And is this not the dilemma of the Americans and their allies, of my reluctant ally, the Chinese government, and of the world? 

That of what are they going to do to me, of what can they do to me? 

Of how can they rid the world of me, which has to be their ultimate goal. Since they must now feel, now know that they cannot trust or rely on me. 

Me, the untreated psychotic dictator and destroyer of a people, whose terrible misfortune it has been, to have been born in North Korea. Under my reign and the reign of my fathers before me.

I, Kim Jung-un, does what I do because it is who I am, and, if you were me, you also would have done it, while fate dictates it, because, I, also, is being held hostage by my miserable and despotic fate, which requires me to perpetrate the crimes I am guilty of, until such time as destiny sets me free.