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Sorry, Charlie

It’s Friday and that can only mean Charles Krauthammer’s rage about the U.S. having not yet nuked the Iranians is causing him to lash out again. He’s all angry that North Korea’s flaccid Taepodong-2 launch did not make Obama drop a few retaliatory megatons:

A more fatuous presidential call to arms is hard to conceive. What "strong international response" did Obama muster to North Korea’s brazen defiance of a Chapter 7 — "binding," as it were — U.N. resolution prohibiting such a launch?

The obligatory emergency Security Council session produced nothing. No sanctions. No resolution. Not even a statement.

Yes, Charles, we should have sent Colin Powell there to wave especially rancid kimchi around until the Security Council supported carpet bombing.

Ironically, the North Koreans run their country the way Krauthammer would run America:

The North Korean leader, Kim Jong-il, returned to center stage in the North’s capital, Pyongyang, on Thursday when the country’s Parliament elected him to another five-year term. But the secretive government gave no clues, after months of questions about Mr. Kim’s failing health, as to which of his three sons would be prepared to succeed him.

Ooh, will it be George Jong-il, Jeb Jong-Il, or Neil Jong-Il?

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