On the death of North Korea's Kim Jong-Il

The oddball leader of North Korea Kim Jong-Ilhas died aged 69. I am probably wrong about this but this must have been one of the very few times a head of state has died on a train. Seems as odd an occurrence as he was for some reason. 

It is easy to regard the late Kim as an eccentric amusement on the world stage with his penchant for purple jogging suits and bad films. You could be tempted to see him as a amusing contrast to our own identikit politicians. 

He wasn't a joke. Nor was his dictator father, nor his dictator son. 

Behind the questionable dress sense and quirkiness lies a wicked man. He loved movies, which is good, but he kidnapped directors and artists and forced them to make them for him under pain of death. This is evil. 

He kidnapped countless people and forced them to work for him. This isn't a joke. 

Worse of all he and his family have killed millions of their own people in pointless war and starvation. 

The Kim's are people who the world would have been better if they had not lived. They bring nothing to their people, or the world, but death, torture, and misery. 

And in the tradition of many communists unearned, unelected, dictatorship is passed from bloodthirsty father to bloodthirsty son. Strange how too often the communist and socialist hatred of inherited position and wealth does not apply to them and their offspring. 

For all the funny clothes and jokes about Kim remember that he was a monster. God help the poor people of North Korea.