A young man named Brian is sailing solo around the world. A typhoon catches him in the open waters of the Pacific. His sloop is battered by giant waves. There is no time for an SOS.
Brian abandons his sinking boat and prays for his life, as the heavy seas savage his life raft. Finally he is washed overboard. Water fills his lung. Death seems certain, only he wakes on the soft sands of a deserted island.
Water, coconuts, fish, and fruit provide sustenance.
A week and month passes with the rising and setting of the sun. No jets overhead, no ships on the horizon, no Man Friday and Brian resigns himself to solitude.
A year later an epic typhoon savages the island.
The next morning Brian sees a life raft on the reef. Shark fins break the surface. He swims across the lagoon to discover a woman. Not just any woman, but Cindy Crawford the supermodel. Brian drags the raft through the tumult of the surf and nurses the famous beauty to health. Little by little she regains her strength. After a month she thanks Brian for saving her life.
"If there's anything I can do let me know. Anything."
Brian thinks about it for a second and says, "No, I did what any human would do for another human."
A week becomes a month. Cindy and Brian are young. Sex is in the air. Brian is handsome. Cindy is a dream come true. Finally one night they make love.
Paradise. Eden. Utopia.
In the morning they walk the beach hand in hand.
"You remember saying that you would do anything?" Brian asks Cindy with an almost perverse tone.
"Yes." Cindy had been waiting for this moment for months. All men were alike.
"Did you mean that?"
"Yes." Cindy was expecting the worse, but Brian had saved her life and she said, "Anything."
Brian pulls out a Red Sox baseball cap and says, "Could you wear this and let me call you Steve? He was my best friend."
"Sure." This was nothing and Cindy put the cap on her head. "Happy?"
"I couldn't be happier." Brian shuts his eyes and says, "Steve, you will never believe who I'm fucking."
My mother loved the Pearl Harbor movie TORA TORA TORA.
TORA TORA TORA meant 'attack attack attack' in Japanese.
Gong-gyeog, Gong-gyeog, Gong-gyeog translates the same in Korean.
This week North Korea has suggested to Russia and the UK that they abandon their diplomatic missions in Pyongyang before April 10, stating that the government will not be able to safeguard the embassy after that date. Nations neighboring the communist state are weighing the threat level to their countries. South Korea has sent two Aegis missile destroyers to sea, as the North Korea transported two mobile launchers to a secret site on the the eastern coast. Most rational minds understand that Kim Jong Un's strike capacity is strictly conventional, since the NK ICBMs cannot deliver a nuclear warhead. Most observers agree that the Supreme Leader's bellicose statements are designed at cementing the people behind his regime.
China's patience with its long-time ally once "as close as lips and teeth" is wearing thin according to the Telegraph and states that North Korea no longer merits much respect among ordinary Chinese, who have taken to insulting Kim Jong-un as "Fatty Kim" or "Fatty the Third", in reference to his father and grandfather, on the Chinese internet.
Fidel Castro has urged calm, although Beyonce and JayZ, America's # 1 pop couple are in Cuba this week.
North Korea has no plans to attack the island 90 miles south of Key West.
Maybe they are privy to something the rest of us don't know after speaking with Dennis Rodman, who was in North Korea talking basketball with Kim Jong Un. Didn't he go out with Madonna.
See below for the range of North Korea's missiles
