Times reporter recounts life in Iran prison - Washington Times

Times reporter recounts life in Iran prison - Washington Times

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Daymare: Communist takeover

As I started up my web browser this morning, I saw the headline from a few days ago "Kim diagnosed with pancreatic cancer" in my Twitterfeed. Wow, I thought. The guy's having a rough go of it. Serves him right. Pancreatic cancer is a quick painful death sentence (as far as cancer goes, anyway). But then I started thinking, the guy has an entire nation of hungry, loyal servants who will do anything to keep him alive. I wondered if, with enough resources, Kim could possibly live?

Then I started thinking, well, if he did that would qualify him for antichrist status, if you thought that having cancer might qualify him as "being wounded by the sword and thought dead". They'll have to cut him to operate, no? (I don't think it works, though, because being wounded by the sword is surely a metaphor for being wounded by a weapon of some kind, like in an assassination attempt)

So as illogical as that is, I started thinking about how Kim might parley his newfound nuclear capability into actual control of world populous. I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work either, but that's where my mind goes.

Then I'm directly gone to 'Where would I hide my family in this house, if Kim's soldiers were marching through the streets, rounding up people they thought would oppose them?' In my mind, I had gotten a gun somehow, and the N. Korean army caught wind of it and saw me as a militant. Soon my little snarl spiraled downward to the point where I was under the stairs in the basement, hiding in the water-shut-off crawlspace, and pointing my gun out through a little hole under a stair.

I was able to take out one soldier as he came down to search the basement. Then another. Then they got smart and called for backup. They couldn't figure out where the shots were coming from, but they knew two men had died. What would I do? Surely they would just firebomb the basement. Maybe they would send in a couple guys slowly, taking peeks or robotic scopes to find me, and I might get one or two more before they figured it out and shot up the stairs with AK-47's.

I'm afraid the situation is no-win, if you have a government after you and you try to fortify yourself. They have endless resources and manpower. The only way out of the snarl was to admit this, and figure if I ever did have to hide, for this or any other reason, we would have to do it the old fashioned way... peacefully and silently.

Then, as I shook myself and started logging onto this blog, I started going through other scenarios... 'what if we dug into my neighbor's basement?' and so forth. No. Snarl over.