Don't push the Red Button.

Well we got a little bit of snow – but not enough to play around in. There was a small amount left on the table on the terrace for Sissi to inspect but she was decidedly unimpressed.  Even so Stadtpark looked quite gorgeous under a light covering of white fluffy stuff and I got some nice photos.

I don’t think the latest attack on South Korea by South Korea is anything to worry about.  

I mean the boss there suffers from the most serious case of relevance deprivation I have ever encountered. 

He presides over a steaming shithole of a country where people live on rats, rice and stones – and the rice is provided by South Korea and the USA. 

He needs to be noticed and as no one actually gives a rat’s arse about him or the pile of rubble he inhabits he has to throw the occasional Hissy Fit  to let the world now – Look at Me!  I’m Here! I’m Insane!

But on this occasion I think it is just teething problems as the Dear Leader Hoo Flung Dung showed his son Han On Dong the ropes. He was just demonstrating to Han what happens when you push the Yellow button (sinks South Korean submarine) the Orange button (fires artillery into South Korea) and the Brown button (hot fudge sundae).

You know what boys are like - Han just had to push that Orange button. I hope his father has told him that if he pushes the Red button (launch nuclear strike) it will be the last button he ever pushes.

In the ‘if you cannot drill it – kill it’ department I note this snippet of good news from the weekend.

Alaska is considering mounting a legal challenge to President Obama's plan to set aside 187,000 square miles in the state as a "critical habitat" for polar bears, a move that could add restrictions to future offshore drilling for oil and gas.

Well shee-it! An't nothin gonna stop us drillin. 

I am bloody glad that Polar Bears – or indeed any other animals on the planet – can’t read the news or there would be lines a mile long  for anti-depressants.