Of course, Diary, what else to expect? I am still on everyone's lips as though alive instead of in this glass vault, and what about Dear Father, Homeland Savior?
The resonance in that name Il Sung. I tell you. I weep for it--plus a little vodka and some American jazz, why not. Now as to my son? Interesting how everyone is profiling him immediately into The Monster.
Remember how they did that to me, everyone shaking in their boots when my time came? Oh no, not that little prick, they would say. Ahhrg, he's a monster! War right away! How stupid they are!
Well, my son, are you listening? Start digging some deep bunkers and get The Nation underground ASAP. That's my advice.