Love, respect, admiration. It’s my whole world; as it should be. I am wealthy; I am powerful; I provide; I invent; and I lead. For those who believe in me, I am like a god to them.
I am one of the most important men in history! Guess Who? Their life from beginning to present. I was born on January 8, 1984. My grandfather was still in charge of the family “business”, and my father would soon take over. As for myself? I was my father’s third youngest son out of seven in total. So my path to the head of this family was never going to be easy. In 1998, I left home to attend school in Switzerland. I was an awkward boy, I admit
Too shy to talk to the girls around me. Not that they deserved my time, anyway. The lessons were difficult,
but they were also unnecessary. I failed Natural Sciences.
Ah, if only those stupid teachers could see me now. Even back then,
those around me understood my greatness. I was the best basketball player in my class, I had the funniest sense of humor, and I had my own entourage. Power seems to naturally revolve
around powerful people. It was only a matter of time before I earned my birthright—the family business. I returned home from military school with my older brother. My oldest brother, had been groomed since birth to take over the business. when he [my father] was gone.
But my oldest brother was pathetic. He did not share the family’s values—he wanted to change the system, to reform our ways. The last straw was when he tried to sneak away from home on a fake passport, flying to Tokyo to visit Disneyland.
Disneyland! Can you believe it? When my father found out, the idiot was rightfully banned from ever coming back home. So, so weak. And then there was my other brother.
Nice, sweet, kind-hearted. But kindness is weakness. He had flown around the world—the UK, Germany, Singapore—just to watch his favorite musician. An American capitalist, Eric Clapton.
My father ridiculed him for his feminine tastes. He could never take over the empire
my grandfather and father had built. It was always going to be me. My father passed away from a heart attack on December 17, 2011. I was only 27 when I inherited everything—the money, the military, the power, the admiration of our people. Neither of my older brothers could handle this responsibility, this, this supremacy. I was the prophecy fulfilled, the destiny written in the stars. I would lead my people to greatness. And myself?
I would become immortal. Since then, I have done everything in my power to remain in my position. They are everywhere—those who would rather see me dead than live another day. From my uncle to my eldest brother, I have had all of them dealt with. Hungry dogs, fatal poison, execution you name it. The richest countries in the world bow before my strength, my threats, my power. Some call me insane, but still,
they refuse to act, out of fear of what I can do. Don’t get me wrong; I am a simple man. I smoke Yves Saint Laurent cigarettes, I drink Johnny Walker, and I play Super Mario Brothers. I have even met my greatest hero—
Dennis Rodman, the Chicago Bulls icon. But I am a simple man with one goal in mind: To keep my people safe from the clutches of 21st century capitalism. The world is a filthy, nasty place, driven by American capitalist greed and desire. The family business I inherited?
The North Korean Empire. And if I must launch my entire nuclear arsenal to protect my people from the plague of the modern world. then so be it. Test me. See if I won’t pull the trigger. Because I guarantee you, I will. They will remember me as a God. I am Kim Jong-Un. In recent news, U.S. President Donald Trump and North Korean Leader Kim Jong-Un. have been having a media war with both sides threatening one another with their nuclear arsenals. Do you think WWIII is days away? Let us know in the comments below. If you enjoyed this video, let us know by sharing and liking to our page.