Dear Mr. Il:
Though we are of different cultures and share little in common, and there is little hope that you will ever read this I nevertheless feel compelled to reach out to you as we are both bound in the brotherhood of humanity. It is by such efforts of fellowship that true inroads can be made towards mutual understanding and peaceful coexistence. I hope, that in this spirit, you recieve this letter and having read it some glimmer of understanding, some meeting of the minds can occur.
Your mother is a whore. You are a girly bitch. I could kick your ass any time I feel like it. Hell, elucidator could kick your ass without effort and he’s a freaking pacificist or something. We are, all of us, laughing at you. We don’t take you seriously.
Your whole country is starving to death, and your a pudgy little freak with bad hair, and big glasses. You are more like a broad ethnic joke than an actual human being. Even your name is a joke. “kim” is a girly name. “Il” means sick.
Oh, and your might missiles, they “Taepodong” and the “Nodong.” Mr. Il, what type of Dong do you have? Nodong. They don’t even fucking work. Your last test fizzled after forty five second.
And your nuclear test?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yeah, right.
That wasn’t even a real nuclear bomb, was it? Pakistan’s nuclear test was fifty times larger thany yours. Fifty times! You got your ass-kicked by Pakistan.
Just admit it, your just set off a whole factory’s worth of firecrackers all at once, didn’t you? You might as well tell us. We already know that you faked it.
Even China thinks you’re pathetic.
Oh, oh, and you’r threatening to put one of your missiles on a type of dong and set it off if we don’t talk to you just by ourself.
We don’t want to have one on one meetings with you because there would be nobody to share the joke with if we met with you.
The South Park guys make fun of you. Everybody makes fun of you.
I just thought you should know.