Scotland: The North Korea of Europe

Kim Jong MacUn

There are few nations as proud and alone as North Korea.

This is the pure nation of the ancient and historic Korean people, a Hermit Kingdom where one can disassociate oneself from foreigners, completely ignore the outside world, and live under the same kind of ineffectual autocracy that has ruled the peninsula since the tenth century. North Korea is a bastion of a very special sort of freedom that catastrophically refuses to make any sense.

Her leaders think that they alone hold the torch of fanatic starvation-liberty aloft, that only Korea’s hands, weak and atrophied from the ravages of international capitalism, can shine this light to all who are morbid enough to stare at it. But he has an ally, a twin. That twin is Scotland. (more…)

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