SATAN'S NATION II

Satan's nation is the size of Mississippi. It has a population of 23 million. (Mississippi's population is 2.9 million.) North Korea, Satan's nation, immerses its citizen in propaganda all day, every day. They hear, see, and read nothing else: there are no cell phones; there is no Internet. Many don't know a man has walked on the moon.

They hear propaganda everywhere. They hear it at home. They hear it at work. They hear it as they walk on the streets. They see propaganda everywhere in graphic pictures, murals, portraits and monuments. In every apartment, every home, there hang pictures (more than one per dwelling) of the dear leader. Their dear leader is their god, his graven image is everywhere. He comes complete with attributes belonging only to God. 

One N. Korean, now enjoying life outside of hell, says she believed that the dear leader was omniscient; she thought he could read minds. The all-day-and-part-of-the-night-propaganda  (5 AM-11 PM blaring from sound trucks roaming the streets) had so done its work, that even after she escaped to China, she believed that the dear leader could read her mind in that country.

Her mother was the same, even after she and her daughter escaped. When news came that the dear leader had died, she was incredulous and asked, "The great leader is a god; how can a god die?" Her daughter explained to her mother that the dear leader was not a god.

When a news documentarian was filming a program for "National Geographic" about a doctor's trip into N. Korea, she asked one of the six government minders and a family she was filming, "Can the dear leader do wrong?"

Silence. The minders didn't understand the question, nor did the family. There was no answer; everybody just sat there on the floor of the apartment, silent. Did fear birth the silence? The documentarian doesn't think so. She thinks the reason is that the minders and the family have no vocabulary to answer such a question. If that's true, the dear leader is god in their minds--absolutely righteous.

it would be like asking the modern day church-goer, "How would your church decide important if there was no such thing as voting?" Silence. The church-goer has no vocabulary to discuss the question, much less answer it.

The doctor from Asia has come to perform 1,000 surgeries in 10 days to bring sight to the blind. He accomplishes his goal and a large number of the ones upon whom he's operated sit in a large room, eyes and faces swathed in bandages. The doctor and his assistants begin to unwind the bandages as the camera rolls.

The people can see! They see their fathers and mothers, their grandchildren, either for the first time or for the first time in a long time. After a bit, everyone of them, one by one, goes up to the front of the room and stands in front of a picture of the dear leader and, with upraised hands shout, literally shout, their praises to him. Some make vows to him. One now-sighted woman vows, "I will work harder in the salt mines to get salt for you, dear leader!" One man, an older man, vows before the picture, "With these hands, I will kill every American for you, dear leader!"

There must be public praises for this god in Satan's nation. 

In every home and apartment, they bow. Grandparents, parents, and children, all bow, as they hold hands, before the pictures of the dear leader. There must be reverence for this god.

A photojournalist, on a tour of the capital city comes up to one of the massive statues of the dear leader. It so huge that he lies down on the pavement to get a full shot of it.

After he gets up, his minder comes up to him and tells him, "That is forbidden." Not the picture-taking, but the lying down. No one lies down in the presence of the dear leader, all must stand and reverently so. The minder says to the photographer: "You will have to leave our country tomorrow."

A journalist disguised as a tourist gets out of the approved, government-ordained route specified for his tour group led by their minders. He, having told the minders that he needed to use the restroom while on a tour of a N. Korean high school, makes a mad dash upstairs and finds a place where tourists aren't allowed.

He looks at the walls of the halls on the second floor and there he sees a mural of students in violent poses killing an American soldier with a fountain pen, stabbing him through the heart. He takes a picture and smuggles it out of N. Korea for the world to see.

While on tour of the high school, it's not easy to see down the halls. That's because the halls are dark; electricity in Satan's nation is in short supply. This is a picture of the spiritual darkness enveloping the nation, any nation, in which a man is their god.

On his tour, the journalist asks questions of the minders: "Why is it this and not that?" "Why do you do this and not that?" Why? Why? Why?" The minders have no answer because he can't conceive of anyone asking a "why" question. People aren't allowed to ask"why" in a nation where man is god.

The mind-control is so strong that those raised in it are like a fish breathing water. The fish never asks, "Why am I breathing water?" He just does. The propagandized never think, "Why?" It never occurs to them. That's really not so strange. The average church member never thinks to ask, "Why do we sit in pews?" To him, the pews just are. The football fan, until recently, would never have asked, "Why is the Washington team named, 'the Redskins?'" An Atlanta fan would never have asked, "Why is our team, 'the Braves?' " It just is, and that's all there is to it, thank you very much. The church attender never asks, "Why do we have to walk an aisle to be saved?" He just does, even though the New Testament never tells anyone to do so.

Now for the scary. The journalist, in the tour group herded by the minders, says that about 50% of those in his group bought it. What they were allowed to see, that's the way the people live, they left thinking, in a Utopia on earth.

Another scary: according to political correctness, we're not to make judgments, we can't condmen any person or culture. According to its handmaiden, multiculturalism, no one culture is better than another. There's no right, no wrong, to each his own and you'd better not offend another's "own." Political correctness and multiculturalism take the categories away from us, so we can't say that one culture is inferior to another.

To multiculturalism, "Everything is beautiful, in its own way." If a godless society shoots its citizens who are trying to get away from it because three million have starved to death in it and because of it, who are we to shout, "That's wrong!"? You can't judge, you can't condemn. Yet God condemned the culture of the Canaanites and the men of Sodom. Paul condemned false teachers and their teaching; he condemned the Cretans as liars.

This multiculturalism hit home with the movie,"The Interview," which, at least for a while, never opened in any American theater because, basically, it offended the dear leader of the North Koreans. It was one of the few times, maybe the first time, a foreign dictator dictated what Americans could see. (Disclaimer: I never saw the movie. I rarely see a movie in a theater. I have Roku. I haven't seen it on Roku either.)

There's quite a contrast, isn't there? Look at what a culture based on Christianity produces and look at what a man-is-god-culture produces.

All we have to do, in spite of political correctness and multiculturalism, is to ask, "If you were to remove the soldiers, the guns, the electrified fence, and the 1,000 land mines from the 150 mile border between N. Korea and S. Korea, which way would the people go?"