Wanna job with the North Korean Ministry of Propaganda?

If you've got the slightest degree of talent at blogging, or indeed can write a coherent sentence that doesn't resemble self parody, then there's probably a job waiting for you in Pyongyang with the Ministry of Propaganda.

I only say this because the other day I happened across what must be the weirdest political blog I have ever seen. It's either peculiar satire, or the fruits of serious delusion - and I'm damned if I can tell where one begins and the other ends. And in the unlikely event that it really is DPRK propaganda, then get your CV in early because there may be a vacancy arising quite soon.

As sheer surreal entertainment, I hereby declare that nothing on the internet can touch Juche Girl. I reproduce here an entire post, untouched, for your love and delectation. And if you think I'm making it up, it's right here:

"Bush oppress the poor downtrodden people of the world for his own sick twisting pleasure. My brother who is very smart show me picture of Bush who pick up handicap people in wheelchair and toss them on the ground for laughing like maniac with the vampire Cheney.

Dear Leader never do that. Dear Leader make the handicap walk and the blind see. Dear Leader is always full of loving care for the people.

Once Dear Leader went for giving guidance to handicap hospital with one room full of people who had lost an arm or leg in accidents of construction sites building the great powerfull prosperous country. Dear Leader distributed arms and legs to who needed arms and legs and when Dear Leader had finished distributing arms and legs all the people who had missing arms and legs did not miss one arm or leg no longer! Bush can't do that but Dear Leader can.

I love Dear Leader very much. Dear Leader is best!"

Yes, and after he's done distributing arms and legs to the para/quadri-plegic, Dear Leader will then sprout wings, fly to the White House, and use his bionic death ray powers to blast the evil crusader-zionist-imperialists into the middle of next week.

Juche Girl, I don't care if you're a CIA agent, a DPRK secret policeman with peculiar ideas about what makes for good propaganda, or even if you're just a sad little man with a laptop in a Bognor basement. This blog raises a glass to your wonderful weirdness, and formally awards you the Tinfoil Hat of the Week.

And meanwhile we eagerly await the day when the SWP has a new political "turn", the keffiyehs all get sold on E-Bay and swapped for Kim glasses and boffin wigs, and marches through London are filled with chants of "We are all anti-war! We all Love the Dear Leader!".

Just kidding, SWP'ers. I think.

Now who was that at the back telling me not to be flippant lest I get my wish?