Viz. these recent contretemps out Korea way, I will advance no observations, not being one of those brainy international affairs chappies who like nothing better than to roll up their sleeves and pitch in to an foreign entanglement before breakfast. I did have some hopes that through the good offices of Jeeves and self, something could be done about the sartorial stylings of Kim-Jong Wassname, which cause strong men to wince. But the dashed State Department flat refused. Lack of vision, I expect, eh, what?
So now I come to the res, or gravamen, of my remarks. Nork is fun to say. Nork, nork, nork. Its dashed lulzy and rather trips off the tongue.