Loved this headline on NRO’s Morning Jolt:
1. Kim Jong Il? No, Kim Jong Dead
Last night, North Korea’s state television reported the death of Kim Jong Il:
Kim, 69, died at 8:30 a.m. Saturday, state TV said.
A broadcaster reported that Kim died due to “overwork” after “dedicating his life to the people.”
South Korean news agency Yonhap — which based its reporting on its monitoring off North Korean state television — said that Kim had died during a train trip.
South Korea’s military declared an “emergency alert” following Kim’s death, according to Yonhap.
The son of Kim Il Song, the founder of the communist nation, Kim Jong Il had been in power since 1994 when his father died of a heart attack at age 82.
Osama Bin Laden, Moammar Qaddaffi, Kim Jong Il . . . 2012 is looking like a major rebuilding year for evil.
Marc Ambinder thinks of the analysts: “DPRK will ruin . . . the holiday. Sigh. How many people are being woken up my the NMCC and the Sit Room now?”
Wall Street Journal Editorial Board member Mary Kissel offered some instant reaction:
It’s a good bet U.S. troops are on high alert post KJI’s death, monitoring not just North Korean military movements, but China’s too
Kim Jong Il had a decade to prepare to take over the country; Kim Jong Un has had far less time, doesn’t have same military backing.
I wonder if all the troops guarding North Korea’s political gulags will stay at their posts . . . or if prisoners will try to escape.
David Mataconis: “Kim Jong-il will arrive in whatever afterlife might exist just in time to get his [butt] kicked by Christopher Hitchens and Viclav Havel.”
Come on, Fidel. It’s time.
Bethany Shondark: “Does the North Korean government really think we believe that he died of ‘mental and physical strain’?”
Plausible spin has never been one of their strong suits.
The tune ‘Poor Judd is Dead’ from Oklahoma keeps going through my mind this morning. Don’t know why, except that Judd was kind of a creep too.
Well, anyway, my Christmas is complete. I got a Kindle, we have a new cat (Mr. Snuggles) coming tonight to live with us and that little North Korean cretin is now worm fodder. Good things do come threes.