H-bombs in My Back Yard By Uncle Len, also in His Dotage

     It is word which we don’t hear too much of nowadays: “dotard.” The ever-slim-faced Kim Jong-un called President Donald Trump a “deranged dotard,” for his UN speech and a new grab bag of sanctions. Oh, wait…before I go on, being a dotard myself, I forgot to define my terms: it means old and frail, senile decay, and particularly mentally:
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/what-is-a-dotard-kim-jong-un-donald-trump-insult-speech-north-korea-us-crisis-un-deranged-a7960506.html

     Well nothing to get upset abut here, because we all go down that route, or die, or die before we get to know the joys of dotage, just bobbing along in the great ocean of life, and not worrying about the hard knocks of existence any more. Things like H-bombs, soon to be explode by North Korea in the Pacific.

     Then, I suppose Kim will want to test one of these nuclear fire crackers on live, or almost alive subjects, such as Australia. If Sydney got nuked, would China put in a protest for nuking of a Chinese city? I don’t know; the nice Chinese guy, Mr Chan, who runs the takeaway at the intersection nearby, who instead of throwing the leftovers in the bin, throws them at me, says that he regularly talks to President Xi Jinping and knows that he would be mighty upset if Sydney gets nuked. Mr Chan’s family lives there. But, he is fine with Canberra being incinerated. Mr Chan is even older than me, and I have some uncertainty about whether he can speak with authority about official Chinese nuclear policy, but then again, who am I to question anything, being in my dotage?

     After the bomb, and fallout that will kill all of the fish, Don will give another speech, act tough, toss back his hair,  then impose some more sanctions which China will find a way around. It will be like one big cosy family, but with a giant nuclear mushroom  instead of a  Christmas tree.