IT was an embarrassment to watch.
Millions of people wailed uncontrollably in front of the cameras. Egged on by state-sponsored TV, the masses cried and mourned the loss of their figurehead.
When the death was announced, normal broadcasting was cancelled as channels gave over 100% of their airtime to ridiculous propaganda.
Usually rational people beat their chests in grief at the demise of someone they had never met, someone who lived a life of unimaginable luxury with his extreme wealth only possible through the sweat and toil of the masses.
Reporters’ microphones shoved under the noses of mourners brought nothing but childish wails of despair.
It was a ridiculous, tragi-comic sight as a nation deposited its dignity in a tear-soaked handkerchief like an overly-tired toddler.
The rest of the world looked on with a mixture of fascination and amusement at the absurd week of ‘national mourning’ for the dear departed one.
Inside the country a few people thought to themselves that the public grieving had gone too far, that it was time to return to normal life. But they didn’t dare speak out fearing they would be howled down by the criers-in-chief.
Thou shalt mourn. Or at the very least, thou shalt pretend to mourn.
What a sickening, pathetic spectacle.
But enough about the death of Princess Diana. Those North Koreans are going a bit over-the-top about Kim Jong-il dying, aren’t they?