Of the many losses, perhaps the hardest to bear will be the end of those field guidance articles in the Pyongyang Times. Here, published on the 16th (Friday), is the last recorded visit the Dear Leader made:
Kim Jong Il, general secretary of the Workers’ Party of Korea and chairman of the DPRK National Defence Commission, provided field guidance to the Kwangbok Area Supermarket just before opening....
Going round the counters on three floors, Kim Jong Il learned in detail about the varieties of goods, state of display and sales plan, and expressed great satisfaction over the successful renovation of the commercial service centre to be conducive to improving the people’s standard of living.
He set forth tasks facing the supermarket in its service.
The essence of the socialist commerce is to orientate all its activities, from beginning to end, to serving the people, he said, adding that the goods urgently required by the people should be sold timely so as to provide convenience for their living.
He expressed his expectation and belief that all the service workers of the supermarket would bring about a decisive turn in their activities by giving full play to the spirit of devoted service for the people.
And here's the last picture...his final testimony:
Looking at toilet rolls.
The thing about the Dear Leader is that there was something inherently ludicrous about him, as Team America, and this site, knew. Tubby, short, with those sunglasses and the inevitable anorak, it'd be difficult to come up with anyone with less personal charisma. Which is why the mass weeping is so grotesque, so pathetic. Is it possible to feel embarrassed for one's species?
The field guidance will continue, no doubt, but it won't be fun any more. The magic's gone. Kim Jong Un, unlike his dad, really does look the part of a tyrant.