(November 12, 2013 at 2:03 am)Drich Wrote:Ifs thats what they actually wanted then there are much better texts they could dropped, like Rousseau's the social contract or Plato's republic or john Locke's Two Treatises of Government. In fact not only is it piety porn as esquilax stated, but it could also be pretext for a war. if they interpret this a American affront to Kim Jung un's power this could give him the war north Korea has been hungry for.(November 12, 2013 at 12:29 am)Esquilax Wrote: So a Christian group just air dropped thousands of bibles into North Korea.
Leaving aside, as the article notes, the fact that the people of North Korea would probably be more in need of food than bullshit, let's also consider what's actually happened, here:
A group of christians, under the guise of helping people, just dropped a load of what's considered subversive material into a tightly controlled, secretive and violent country, with the aim of getting it read by the populace. What, exactly, does this group think is going to happen to those who are caught in possession of a bible? Or worse, who has actually converted?
Even if this plan works as intended, it's only going to end up harmful!
.....So your 'thoughts' are to force North Koreans obedience in their state mandated worship of their 'great leader' as God? To not allow them the material needed to question the authority nor the deity of Kim li sung , or his progeny?
Wow... I can tell you and your peers really thought this one out.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
