I would see the world as my enemy, and I would be absolutely certain that the world was ready to attack me at the first opportunity. I could see the world gloating over my death, and then forgetting me.
So, paranoid megalomaniac that I am, I would have been gaming my response for years, preparing to play and win the game on my own terms. Neither the US, nor China, nor any other country would impress me at all.
But I would LOVE the ascendance of Daffy Don to the US presidency, because I would be certain that now I was faced with an utter fool who I could count on to “provoke” me into doing what I actually plan to do, and who would be completely taken in by my game plan. PLEASE don’t throw me into that brier patch, Brer Bear!
My plan would have been to set up the world to think that I am building my nuclear weapons capability to launch nuclear missiles at my neighbors and, ultimately, at the US. So, I would have done everything in my total power to convince them that they are correct. I would have launched lots and lots of missiles, and I would blown off a bunch of nukes, and I would have bragged how far my missiles could fly and how destructive they were.
By all evidence, I would be a very happy man these days, because the whole world seems to have bought my head-fake. Especially Daffy Donald. I would find the preparations of my enemies to counter my nuclear missile threat – the whole world full of them – to be terribly amusing. I would be especially happy about what the South Koreans and the US are doing. Go ahead – build that missile shield. And by the way, I am going to scream and threaten you while you do.
But my real plan would be very different from what I have convinced the world to think, and to prepare for.
I would have spent years and unlimited amounts of money placing chemical, biological, and of course nuclear weapons in as many places in the world as possible – on the floor of harbors, in warehouses, in business facilities, and just plain buried in the countryside. I would have used normal shipping vessels to carry most of these weapons around the world, and I would have had trained teams on board these ships who would offload and place the weapons.
If the nukes were shielded properly they would be very hard to detect. The chemical and biological weapons – impossible to detect. They would be built to lie in place for years.
All these weapons would be on remote triggers, and I would have people in place, with other people as failsafe backups, to activate the triggers. They would have been in place for many years, and they would have been extremely well-paid. And they would not have a clue what hitting that switch, or dialing that cell phone number, or pressing that button, was going to do.
And then the moment that I saw, or believed that I saw that my enemies were about to annihilate me, I would order these weapons triggered, knowing that I was going to die along with most of the people in my country. But I wouldn’t give a shit, because that would be just part of my plan.
But because I am crazy, I would think that this was all a grand idea and that any of the world that happened to survive would remember my name forever. Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot, Mao – all nobodies. What was left of the world would remember only Kim.
If I were Kim, going down in spectacular flames would be the culmination of my ambitions. I would see myself surrounded by flames of glory. I would be completely satisfied with that outcome. I would be absolutely certain that the world would never forget me. I would be the greatest, forever.