Have you seen the pictures of the murder of Kim Jong Nam? Little fat Korean geezer. Strolling through Kuala Lumpur airport and a Vietnamese woman rubs his face with a cloth that we later find contained an illegal chemical weapon of death. As opposed to a legal one. Toxic stuff. Minutes later KJN collapses and is dead. Game over. The Koreans (northerners, obvs) want the body back ‘immediately!!!’ but the Malaysians refuse on the grounds that is, kind’a, like, a murder? So we, kind’a need to investigate. The cctv comes out and reveals all, along with analysis of the toxin. Murder by death. Presumably organised by his dear, beloved step-brother, K-J Un, emperor of all of North Korea.

Who have now demanded the body back and claim that the death was by ‘natural causes’. Because that’s how its reported back home in NK.

And that in turn is because they don’t have free press in NK. They don’t have free anything in NK, other than torture. The purpose of the press in that fine nation is to spread the lies that Kim Jong Un wants to have spread. To create a fictional version of his country that his population can actually respect and admire, with sufficient victimisation by ‘the West’ as required for sympathy. To say such a ‘press’ is a stranger to the truth is vast understatement. This is what all totalitarian regimes do, control the press. If the people don’t know what’s really going on then they’ll be happier.

And that journey, to a controlled press that is merely a government propaganda machine, like all journeys, starts with one step.

Which is basically the step taken by Donald J Trump when he banned journalists from organisations not ‘sympathetic’ to his Presidency from attending White House press meetings. Any newspaper of tv station that says things he doesn’t like or even just things he’s embarrassed about, like how many people turned up to his inauguration, get banned. Its his news or no news.

Meanwhile, at the other end of that fine nation; America, not North Korea, the Oscars were awarded. And once again, an alternative truth occurred. “THE OSCAR FOR BEST FILM GOES TO… LA LA LAND!!!!!!” (Uproar, cheering, speech-making, mum-thanking, God-blessing, blah, blah land) only to find about 5 minutes later that the real oscar was in fact awarded to Moonlight, not La La Land. Oh. Shit. Heads will roll. Not Warren Beatty’s, the one part-responsible for the announcement, his head’s already been totally reconstructed anyway. But what a cock-up. They need to fund that ceremony properly, spend a bit of money on it to make it run smoothly. Right.

Happy Monday

A xxxx