Progymnasmata 5
Vituperation of Kim Jong Un
Rulers come and go, some being graceful and benevolent, others being cruel and despicable. But never has the world seen a more despicable tyrant than His Excellency Kim Jong Un. While some rulers choose to legitimize their rule through grace, others see it fit to brutalize and terrorize their subjects into submission. Yet Kim Jong Un does worse than terrorize; he starves, imprisons, and brainwashes the simple minds of his people, creating a rule so concrete that not even all of the four winds, blowing their mightiest, could hope to shake it. His vileness and inhumanity demands the following vituperation, which, by God, may deter great rulers from following in the tainted footsteps of Kim Jong Un.
Born a young son of the great Kim Dynasty, power was in Un’s very identity. For his stock was that of the ruling family of North Korea, and none could even hope to topple their domination on the country. For generations his tainted line of ancestors had served as the prison masters of North Korea, with lock and key so tight that the benevolence of the Western world had no chance of saving the nation from its masters. Yet the abuse North Korea had suffered under the Kim dynasty would soon be dwarfed when the vile whelp was conceived of the ill-fated loins of Kim Jong Il and his wench of a wife Ko Yong Hui.
Un experienced the best his country had to offer, becoming educated at the best university in Korea. His father groomed him and his wretched brothers for the politics of tyranny, instilling the ideals of oppression and terror that had served the family for generations in its iron-fisted rule. Almost religiously was Un taught the ways of ruling, ensuring he would be a competent successor to his ailing father. The arts of calligraphy and music were also instilled in Un’s vile mind, though for what aim I know not, for what use are the gentle arts in a land of famine and terror? He became legally adept as well, learning the snakish tongue that all politicians speak in, bracing him for the law-making role he would inherit. Though gentle laws are but decorative in any state under the rule of tyrants like those of the Kim Dynasty.
We come now to the ill-fated hour when Kim Jong Il joined his ancestors in the darkest pits of hell, upon which Un ascended to the throne of power. While the people had faced famine for decades, nothing compared to the voracity of Un’s appetite. Food became truly scarce, with all crops finding their way to the palace, and Un’s disgustingly large stomach. Yes, the lifestyle of a tyrant permits the luxurious sin of gluttony, and Un embraced such sin with vigor, becoming the fattest and most vile of Kims ever seen. No physical exercise did Un ever see but for the exercise of his mouth, which when not masticating, was barking harshly into the propaganda forced down his subjects throats in lieu of food or drink. What money the people possessed was robbed of them for the absurd development of nuclear weapons, a truly pathetic attempt to rival the glory and military prowess of the Western world. What goes on in that evil little mind no one can truly say, but needless to say, those who find themselves in disagreement with it are no more. For Un rips families apart, imprisoning men, women and children, all of whom are forced to labor camps, where they are violated to extremes, before finally perishing namelessly and soundlessly. Nothing of these torments would Un know, having been pampered and treated softly since his tainted birth. His supreme will permeates the minds of his ministers and advisors, making them voiceless puppets, with he the puppet master. Truly, none can stand against the unstoppable wave that is the Kim dynasty.
The cruelty of Un matches only those of history’s most vile dictators; his deeds rival those of Hitler and Mussolini, whose despicable mastery of terror rendered them powerful at the expense of millions of lives lost. For just as Hitler utilized the persecution and extermination of the Jews, Un has turned his system of prison camps and torture centers into a machine of equal horror and despair.
Thus, my dearest readers, we must remain chaste in our politics and beliefs. We must stray as far away from this filth as possible, and instead retain the freedom and agency granted to us in our beloved Western civilization. For North Korea we can only pray that such terrors will end, cleansing the poor state of the innumerable wrongs it has been dealt at the vile hands of the Kims. Be thankful for our most gracious and benevolent society! For we never have nor will face the brutalization that the North Koreans face. Enjoy your next meal! Savor the feeling of food within your belly! Be loving to your family, and rejoice in the knowledge that they are all alive and well! May God continue to look favorably upon us all. Amen.
Encomium of Kim Jong Un
When the war for the motherland concluded, God saw it fit to divide her, granting half to the Western dogs, and half to the chosen people of the north. Yet while our brothers and sisters starve under the capitalist enslavement of the West, we have prospered under the Never-Setting Sun that is the Great Leader, Kim Jong Un. His reign is both graceful and divine, and we are truly blessed to be given a ruler such as he.
Most beautiful and adored son of the regal Kim Jong Il, and grandson of the Great Father, Kim Il Sung, Un is the messiah sent to us by God through the Kim dynasty. Never did North Korea see such as blessed ruler as Un, whose lineage is both pure and sacred amongst our most humble and pious people. Oh, would his father, Kim Jong Il (may his soul rest forever in the warm embrace of God) be proud to see the mighty accomplishment of his favored son!
For it is as if God himself raised Un through the gentle and caring hands of his father. He groomed him impeccably for the demands of office, and we are eternally thankful for his Excellency’s unmatched education at the Pyongyang University, where our best scholars, artists and craftsmen are made. His gentle hand flows through calligraphy as smoothly as his mouth practices oration, and we rejoice when his sweet voice greets us morning, noon, and night. Truly, no fairer laws exist than those of Un, whose benevolence allows for us to work hard, but celebrate the glory of the Worker’s Revolution and our universal empowerment. Such a beautiful thing the westerners will never know, for they are but the mindless slaves of the corrupt capitalist pigs who rule over them with a ruthless and iron fist.
Oh if they could possess a leader as gracious and beautiful as Un! It is as if the Sun in all her glory that shone on his round face as a babe never set, bathing the Great Leader in an eternal light. For never did noble Korea see a more healthy being, whose body and mind are both so equally perfect that even God himself stops and admires him. When Un speaks, the planets and the winds hold still, all turning their ears to the divine diction of Un. Under his mighty arms, swollen with the strength of his fathers, we are protected from the diseased West, for with but a wave of his hand, the fires of God will rain down upon the capitalist dogs. Our families sleep safely under his watch, and for his immense blessing we are all thankful, for through Un, God looks favorably on us. Oh quick witted scholar! No matter the words of hate and deceit the capitalists rain on us, Un’s mind sharpens the most potent of words and penetrates the tainted veil of lies they weave. Never did God Himself behold such honesty nor virtue in a man, whose wealth we all spend, whose food we all eat, and whose wine we all drink. For is this not the divine purity of a true Worker’s Paradise?
A comparison of Un to anyone other than his great grandfather, the founder of our Worker’s Paradise, would be a most disgraceful insult. For while Kim Il Sung (may his soul forever dwell in the sanctity of the heavens) created our perfect world, Un has ensured this world remains safe and intact. For no more than ever are the Westerners and their vile lies attempting to infiltrate our utopia, with the intention of tearing down all we have worked for. But fear not! For under the reign of the most gracious Un we are safe, and as his grandfather led us to victory against the capitalist empires once, so will Un lead us to glory once more when war for the final reckoning inevitably arrives. It is as if Sung himself lives and breathes in Un’s body, for the Great Leader lives on through all of his kin and their deeds.
So, my dear Koreans, let us give thanks to God and to the Great Leader for our immense fortune. Let our Worker’s Paradise remain strong as a symbol for all proletariats across the world to envy and seek for themselves. Let no capitalist filth dare desecrate the nobility and purity of our Dear Leader. For our victory in the first war was a sign from God that we are His chosen people, and we must live up to this expectation. Live and love the glorious Kim Jong Un, and you like him and his fathers, shall find the eternal light in heaven.