I’ve seen all this hoopla lately about this cute little Korean man, Kim Jong Il, and how he wants to start up his band, Nuclear Weapons Program. You would not believe the commotion over this! The international community is in an uproar, and I just don’t see the big issue. Of course, the name Nuclear Weapons Program is not the best, but it’s hardly offensive (unless they were going to play in Japan). And even if it was offensive, that’s no reason why it should be stifled. We should be ashamed of ourselves, denying this little Kim freedom of speech. Even though he isn’t American, if we truly held our beliefs so dear we would freely extend them to all peoples. But we don’t. No, we hold him to a different standard.
Little Kim should be able to name his band anything he wants, really. Like Pol Pot and the Dead Grandmas, Stalin’s Slaughtered Kulaks, or the Idi Amin Rape Combo. The fact that he wants to name his band Nuclear Weapons Program should make people happy, considering the alternatives. Really, what’s so bad about a band, Nuclear Weapons Program? It’s not like he’s gonna blow up California with it or anything? This guy owns the worlds largest collection of Daffy Duck cartoons, and if that doesn’t prove how harmless he is, then I don’t know what would. I mean, talk about overreaction! Sheesh.
Hmm? What’s that? Band? That’s what I said, band. Ohhhh, you mean it’s banned? B-A-N-N-E-D? As in, not allowed? So this Kim guy wants to restart his banned nuclear weapons program? Oh, well that’s different.
Nevermind.