What Do We Know About Kim Jong-Un?

Word on the street is that he currently plays the lead in North Korea TV’s most popular show, the remake of Leave it to Beaver.

We know he’s a fat pig.

FWIW: http://english.chosun.com/site/data/html_dir/2009/07/17/2009071700693.html

In class, Pak Un was generally shy and awkward with girls, but he became
a different person on basketball court, according to his classmates. “A
fiercely competitive player,” said classmate Nikola Kovacevic. “He was
very explosive. He could make things happen. He was the playmaker.”

Will Un, like his father, give into the sexual advances of Madeline Albright?

A big drinker that never admits defeat in charge of a massive Army armed with nuclear weapon; what could possibly go wrong?

If I were a resident of Seoul, I might start looking into bomb shelters.

Or Hillary……

We should know he is a puppet with a god complex.  A genetic miscreant, and quite possibly the goon to bring on the big boom.  And since we don’t have the capacity to whip their (NK) one million zombie army, and China’s 10 million strong zombie army, do you really see any alternative?
Don’t like that liberal snot Bob Dylan, but he may have it right:

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fallOh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fallAnd what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fallOh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fallOh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?I’m a-goin’ back out ’fore the rain starts a-fallin’I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forestWhere the people are many and their hands are all emptyWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their watersWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prisonWhere the executioner’s face is always well hiddenWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgottenWhere black is the color, where none is the numberAnd I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe itAnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see itThen I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hardIt’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

We know that, if given the chance, he would shoot out to a polling lead on Williard Mitt Romney in Iowa.  This on the appeal of a synthetic plan to call members of the judiciary in front of executive tribunals, ban the legislature from the federal capital all but 150 days a year, eliminate spending on poverty relief while rejecting all cuts to military spending.  

Whatever his proclivities with regard to booze, Kim Jong-Un’s favorite soft drink is Seven Up…aka the UN-cola.

What the hell is it with the North Koreans and earth-tone leisure suits?

Wel he is a fat little +uck with a really bad haircut.