North Korea Threatens War After Trump Calls Kim Jong Un a “Chubby, Asian, George McFly”

Trump: “I’m just surprised the crazy fat kid got the reference”

PYONGYANG (AP) – President Donald Trump may have inadvertently edged the planet one step closer to a nuclear apocalypse today, after he took to Twitter to insult North Korea’s ruler Kim Jong Un, who threatened to take the 140 character insult as an excuse to threaten to “unleash hell” on the United States in retaliation.

Tweeted Trump: “Kim Jong tries to launch missile. Kills fish instead. Bungler. Incompetent. Ridiculous haircut. Looks like chubby Asian George McFly #Ronery”

Un immediately responded with “Oh yeah? You look like Biff Turtle-Waxing George’s car, dead-squirrel-head #ImRubberYoureGlue”, although his retort received less than 10 likes, all from Twitter accounts that were named some anagram of Kim Jong Un like Junking Om and No Jug Mink.

Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer criticized Trump for “unbalancing stability in the region” by being “unnecessarily provocative”.

“This is exactly the kind of thing Hitler did,” said Schumer. “In August of 1939, he kept sending telegrams about polacks changing light bulbs. Crude, short-form jibes have always been the favorite tool of facist oppressors like Trump and Hitler.”

Cartoon of the Day – Accomplice


[Michael P. Ramirez]

As usual, there’s nothing really to add to one of Mr. Ramirez’s cartoons. While I have no problem with a church offering on-site sanctuary to, well, anyone for, well, anything (that’s a discussion for another time), the idea that a city can just declare that people breaking the law are safe from apprehension and prosecution is just plain wrong. And those that do that and contribute to the suffering of victims of those illegals do have blood on their hands.

Check your doors when you leave

Got an unusual text from my sister — the Mean One — the other night.

Mean Sister (8:54 PM):
Are you in town?

Me (8:54 PM):
Yes
 

Mean Sister (8:55 PM):
Can you come to my house with your gun. I just got back in town, and my front door is open.

Me (8:55 PM):
On the way
 

Mean Sister (8:55 PM):
Thank you.

That’s not a very common request from her … or from anybody, actually. At least, it’s not a request I get very often.

I threw some clothes on, grabbed the gun, got my sister on the phone, and rushed that way.

A room to room search determined no one was there … or had been there. The front door was locked, but wide open. The conclusion was that she had pulled the locked door to but didn’t properly close it, and that it has blown open.

She admitted that she never checks the door when she leaves because she “always keeps the door locked.” I tried not to be too much of a jackass, but I did suggest that she change her habits. And, just in case you have … well, sloppy, to be honest … habits regarding securing your residence, rethink things.

Always check your doors when you leave. Go to every door, and make sure they’re locked. Check your windows regularly. If you ever open them, check them before you leave or before you call it a night.

When you leave out a door and you pull it to, turn the knob to ensure it’s locked. Push on the door to ensure it’s latched. And, if you have a deadbolt, use it. Sure, it’s a pain to do every time you leave. And it takes anywhere from 2 – 6 seconds. Take that extra time. Please.

The problem isn’t that my sister didn’t do these things and get me out. It’s that she wasn’t being safe. I’m hoping she changes her habits. I want her to be safe.

You be safe too, okay?