The Great Leader shook his head. “I’ve always said that the people are my god. But gods are fickle, and they are violent, and they are dangerous.” The parties in power in Romania and other Eastern European nations had never developed into “mother parties.” Rather, over the years they’d degenerated into parties of bureaucrats who wielded and abused their power. Our Party, on the other hand, had been a great mother to the masses, holding beautiful flowers and hopes in her bosom and being their most reliable guide to life. The DPRK probably wasn’t in danger. But I still wanted to make absolutely
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