Something is making me sad. It’s been so long since we’ve seen my favorite clown, Comrade Kim Jong-un, and many of us are worried. Where could he be? A coup isn’t possible in North Korea, that tightly controlled, airless, sealed sardine box, and the key to it isn’t within reach of the democrats clamoring for fresh air. He’s 33, the same age as Jesus when he died, which might give ideas to people who want to have them. Come back, dear leader, apparently your knees are weak from military maneuvers, like from the Stations of the Cross.
Lots of Ebola this week. The confusion is as great as the dedication of the medical staff on site. In France, people are trying to impose an outdated ideology, a little like the Islamic State advancing in Syria under the knowing eyes of Erdogan, the new President of Turkey, who is already infamous. In Italy, the world’s poor arrive by the thousands, as salmon travel the Tyne upstream.
All of these stories are told through photographs from newspapers.
