So, I just got the news that one of the world's most unintentionally funny dictators of all time died yesterday. Yuri Irsenovich Kim, the supreme leader of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea (ironic, ain't it?) died of myocardial infraction while he was on a trip on a train. Myocardial infraction is also known as heart attack, so now you have a good idea of how he went.
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The guy had a cult of personality so bizarre that he inherited from his father. He was just weird. It was like he didn't take his job seriously. I mean, you're a supreme ruler, you have to rule well. The guy had specific tastes. He had a fear of flying, and loved movies so much he had a collection of over 20,000 of them. He refused to eat anything that wasn't made in Korea except for French wine.
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Kim was also a good golfer. He could score 3 or 4 hole-in-ones in a game. He also composed a few musicals. He was said to be a good negotiator, with a sense of humor, but was also good at making negotiations difficult. He had the same personality disorders as other insane dictators, too. The guy was, in two words, fucking weird. Well, good riddance, huh? Let's see how his son turns out to be.