Meanwhile back in Pyongyang, Kim, like his lover Don, stews. News of a claim on North Korea’s seized ship, the 2nd largest in the entire North Korean,
merchant marine fleet, have incensed him. Ne’er again may Kim see his ship in the waters, of North Korea.
Ne’er again may Kim see his former ship in waters off the coast, of North Korea. Worse is the hit on Kim’s cash flow. It’s not easy being, a dictator.
More than ever, not, for the faint-hearted. But these are definitely, not, the dictators, of our fathers.
No, this bunch; these, five guys; these, modern dictators, are definitely not, the dictators of our fathers. Kim knows; he may ne’er again see, in North Korea,
North Korea’s, former ship. He’ll ask Don to intervene. To get the ship back … to North Korea.
Kim’s been begging Don: “Ship my ship back to North Korea!” Kim fears that he may ne’er again see, in North Korean waters North Korea’s former, ship.
Stretching the border of an evolving relationship, Kim’s asked Don to ship it. But Don demurrs to ship it.
The ironies. The ironies are killing Art. None, too slowly. The ironies; in what is happening. Risking their evolving relationship, Kim’s been begging, “Ship
my ship back to North Korea!” But following a script, Don’s been balking at shipping Kim his ship.
The plot, thickens. Cargo vessel, seizures, up the ante. Iran’s Ayatollah may seize Her Majesty’s oil tanker if the Ayatollah’s oil tanker is not, to Iran,
immediately, released. But Don’s not shipping Kim’s ship, back to Kim. Ditto, Her Majesty; and Iran.