Kim Jong-il is not a big bedtime reader. His evenings are spent, we learn from North Korean defectors, guzzling sushi, swilling fine French wine and cavorting with scores of hand-picked nymphets stripped naked for the Dear Leader's delectation.
But it seems that Kim, selected by openDemocracy's readers as the winner of June's Bad Democracy Award, has found time to cobble together a media strategy which owes a good deal to that pair of noted penseurs, Josef Stalin and Aristotle.
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Stalin, who inspired Kim's father, Kim Il-sung, in fantastically gory communism, was a spinner to make today's adroit press officers cower. "Print," he once remarked, "is the sharpest and strongest weapon of the Party."
All very well, but constructing a cult of personality especially in our multimedia, drivel-on-demand era requires the talents of a dramatist.
Here we may imagine Kim, his energies spent and his platform shoes wearily unbuckled, reclining with a last Paekdu Mountain Bulnoju (Eternal Youth, the general secretary's preferred rice-based tipple) and poring over his well-thumbed copy of Aristotle's Poetics.
Emphatically underlined is the sentence that has apparently guided Kim's propaganda campaign, and many others before it: "The poet," instructs the Greek sage, "should prefer probable impossibilities to improbable possibilities."
Few North Koreans other than those whom the Party has compensated with a set after butchering their relatives possess a television. Those who do, however, will have witnessed Kim's aesthetic principles at work in a broadcast on a state-controlled channel.
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Over opening shots of a towering, snow-laden mountainside above the humble cabin in which the Dear Leader is officially said to have entered the world in 1942, a stirring chorus trills:When General Kim Jong-il was born,
The clouds opened up.
And he came down from heaven,
And then there was a huge snowstorm.
Here we cut to the general himself, mounted on a white stallion. Clearly it is a diminutive steed, as the 160-cm Kim looks well proportioned astride it, as he gallops past the camera, his shock of black hair and chunky shades worthy of a Maoist version of Wham!:When General Kim Jong-il shouts out loud,
Storms always happen,
Huge storms always happen.
"Let's go! Let's go!
"Let's go! Let's go!"
Kim Jong-il shouts to the mountains.
Countless other examples of the stifling fiction that passes for politics in the secret state are pumped out of Pyongyang.
Most recently, the intrepid hacks of the Korean Central News Agency filed their coverage of the sixtieth anniversary celebrations at the University of National Economics. Among the presented papers detailing the latest Korean breakthroughs in the dismal science were such nuanced works as Respected Comrade Kim Jong-il is the Great Leader Who Has Strengthened and Developed the University of National Economics into a Centre for Training Reliable Cadres for the Songun [military first] Revolutionary Cause.
All this is the stuff of dystopian potboilers and would be hilarious were it not for the estimated 3.5 million Koreans who starved to death during the famine of the 1990s. Hundreds of thousands more languish in prison camps with a daily ration of 130g of food, their leader's homage to the gulags of his totalitarian forebears.
Meanwhile the gourmand general has lobsters brought to him as he cruises around the country on a private train. In a revealing book, his former chef disclosed that Kim likes to eat his fish "as its mouth is still gasping".
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It brings to mind the thoughts of the emaciated creatures under the aegis of the ruling clique of pigs and their canine henchmen at the close of George Orwell's Animal Farm: "Neither pigs nor dogs produced any food by their own labour; and there were very many of them, and their appetites were always good."
And thus, undeterred by the propaganda barrage, we turn to the latest procession of fantasists to be subjected to that most fearsome of fates the judgment of oD's enlightened readers.
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We also await your candidates for next month's bad democrats. To be considered, nominations should, as usual, be accompanied by a minimum of two-hundred words on the charm, intelligence, strategic acumen and general omnipotence of the Dear Moderator.