A few days back, I wondered (and still do) what possesses people like Otto Warnbier to travel to dangerous third world shitholes like North Korea. Now young Mr. Warnbier has died of whatever the hell the bat-guano crazy Norks did to him. And now American nutbars on the left are claiming that he died because the Norks denied him his “white privilege.” What a bag of crap. Excerpt:
I’m willing to bet my last dollar that he was aware of the political climate in that country, but privilege is a hell of a drug. The high of privilege told him that North Korea’s history of making examples out of American citizens who dare challenge their rigid legal system in any way was no match for his alabaster American privilege. When you can watch a white man who entered a theatre and killed a dozen people come out unscathed, you start to believe you’re invincible. When you see a white man taken to Burger King in a bulletproof vest after he killed nine people in a church, you learn that the world will always protect you….
What a mind-blowing moment it must be to realize after 21 years of being pedestaled by the world simply because your DNA coding produced the favorable phenotype that such favor is not absolute. What a bummer to realize that even the State Department with all its influence and power cannot assure your pardon. What a wake-up call it is to realize that your tears are met with indifference.
What a steaming pile Ebony published.
But that’s not really what I wanted to say, not on this occasion of the death of an American at the hands of a ruthless Stalinist regime. Idiocy of this kind is all too common. But if I had the chance for a face-to-face with the stunted little gargoyle with bad hair leading North Korea today, here’s what I would love to say to him:
“Fuck you, Kim Jong Dogshit. Fuck you, your stunted insane father and your stunted insane grandfather. Fuck all the twisted assholes that keep your fat, bloated, insane ass in power. The death of one American cannot be repaid by the entire wealth of your whole damned, country, and that’s your fault, yours and your family’s – your fault that your people are eating grass, that your people would risk their lives to flee to China, to Russia, anywhere.”
And then I’d like to kick his teeth in.
I still wonder what possesses someone to go, voluntarily, to a place like North Korea. But Mr. Warnbier’s death at the hands of these people is an outrage, even if he was ill-advised to go there. To hell with the Nork regime; to hell with them all.