So Fat Boy Kim Jong-un has killed his uncle. The uncle was no innocent - himself complicit in the torture, murder and starvation of tens of thousands of north Koreans - and at least had used his wealth and privilege to experience a little of a normal life outside north Korea's prison camps. Fat Boy is of course truly repulsive and I want to whip him with a riding crop every time the papers publish his revolting photo. We can only hope he ends his days huddled in a bullet-ridden heap like old Caecescu.
And every time I write and publish a paragraph like that it is with joy and thanks that we still live in enough of a democracy to be able to do so freely.