I don’t care what they say in other countries. They now understand I really do control everything inside North Korea. My revered father, Kim Jong-Il, had entrusted his sister’s husband, Jang Song Thaek, to tutor me in diplomacy and military science but instead of treating me as a prodigy he often smirked, even after I became Supreme Leader, and my agents reported in private he called me a fat, obnoxious runt. Recently, I discovered this corrupt and womanizing drug addict was trying to seize my power, divinely passed from Grandfather to Father to me. I’m omnipotent but also compassionate. I did not execute my aunt. I only executed my uncle. He wasn’t working alone. Imagine what his coconspirators are thinking.