If you’ve managed to not watch TV, use the internet or listen to the radio this week, there is an outside chance that you’re unaware of a certain trip by a washed-up ex Chicago Bulls player to the Hermit Kingdom of North Korea. Dennis Rodman, basketball all-star, movie icon and children’s book author, made beaucoup headlines when he got some serious one-on-one time with Kim Jong-un, the ultra-reclusive pudgy dictator with a video game fetish and fading dreams of becoming a basketball star.
There’s lots of pictures and videos of the two of them watching basketball, yucking it up, going ice skating, partying and even hugging. This disturbing bromance was capped off with serious talk about the future of U.S. North Korean relations, wherein Mr. Rodman was pressed into service as a goodwill ambassador. The murderous 30-year-old autocrat asked Rodman to help facilitate a phone call. Evidently Kim wants Obama to talk basketball (and maybe the end of some of those pesky sanctions) with him.
Kim also went on to tell Rodman to inform the citizens of the United States that he does not want a war with the much larger, richer and vastly more technologically sophisticated country. This may be the smartest thing North Korea’s boy wonder has ever managed to mutter through a mouthful of Nutter Butters, but it must not have been a serious offer of true peace, as just this morning North Korea threatened to end the 1953 Armistice.
So what would any well-adjusted, sane person do with all this? Mostly nod, smiling carefully while secretly looking for the nearest exit.
What did The Worm do?
Declare his undying love for the cherubic despot.
