Elephant in the Room

I'm trying to think of how to start this post, and I can't come up with a sentences that doesn't start with "I guess…".

But that's just it.  I can only guess.  I can't fathom it.  I don't know how it works.  I don't get it.

North and South Korea.  

Their ever intwined, f#@$ed up relationship.

I guess…

It would be like having a twin.  

That hates you.  

But wishes they were you.  

And is always coming in second to you.  

Well not really second...

More like last… 

in the world. jk 

That is kind of how I (unfairly, unjustly, inaccurately, maybe a bit discriminatorily) see the relationship between my "home" country and its twin.


But what is not a guess, what is fact - and slightly unnerving - is that no one talks about it!  The Koreans could not be bothered that their uglier, unhappy, seething twin is sitting close by, ready to throw down the gloves, get out the guns and go to battle.

Or North Korea would like the Western world to think.

And they do!  The Western world is on alert at the threats that Kim Jong-un is making, but Koreans could give a shit.

They will not. even. talk. about. it!

Maybe it's a pride issue.  Or it's embarrassing.  Or any one of a thousand possible cultural issues that - again - I can't begin to guess.

But the thing that gets me - the elephant that's not only in the room; but running round, sounding its trumpet - is the fact that I live here too!

Have you forgotten Korea?!

My intrigue into what is going on with your hotheaded twin, isn't simple some tasteless, sapless question (well, not entirely).  It's because I live here too!

But since I'm not getting any answers, and the Koreans aren't worried, I guess I'll just have to relax until they start to show signs of alarm.

Because when that happens! that's when I know it's time to

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