Trusting an Untrustworthy Person

I'm not a hawk, and I even think kimchi is almost edible. But why do we continue to trust North Korea?
A shortened recent history:

• 1992 & 1994: Kim says "we'll be nice". 
• 1995: US gives $6B to pay for them being nice. 
• 2002: Kim says "just kidding, we've got an underground nuclear facility". 
• 2003: Invite Russia and China to help broker peace. Really?
• 2005: Kim says "we'll be nice, if you give us some more $"
• 2006: Kim 1st nuclear weapon test.
• 2007: Kim says "we'll disable our nuclear facilities by year end... got any more $"
• 2008: US agrees to take NKorea off its "Axis of Evil" list, if NKorea gives them access to all of the nuclear facilities for inspection (notice, the 2007 deadline was missed).
• 2008: NKorea agrees to give US access to all nuclear facilities for inspection, if the US gives more $.
• 2009: NKorea walks away from talks, tests another nuclear weapon, and then agrees to resume nuclear disarmament talks (apparently, they didn't want to be in the talks while testing the nuclear weapon, as that would be disingenuous)
• 2010: NKorea sinks a SKorea ship, threatens SKorea and US with nuclear war, then asks to resume nuclear disarmament talks
• 2011: NKorea reveals another secret underground nuclear facility which they had been constructing while they've been negotiating.
• 2012 April 14: NKorea attempts to honor the late Kim's 70th birthday and his eternal father's 100th birthday:

The event was appropriate: to celebrate their dead, dishonest and militaristic cult-leader who used his tax base to fund the military while insisting that foreign aid be used to feed the citizens, the cult-followers attempted to launch a long-range rocket to show the world its power and instead watched the rocket fail.

Maybe we can get NKorea to commit to nuclear disarmament talks if we give them some $.

Glass Jaw

Tonight I had the occasion amidst my weekly soccer match of going after a loose ball in front of the goal, whereby I met the other team's striker, my keeper, and my keeper's elbow. Me the elbow were intimately acquainted, and I awoke inside the penalty box 5-10 seconds later. 

I left the field of my own accord and watched the remainder of the game. Two concerns evolved in my mind, one of greater weight than the other. First, I couldn't close my mouth. Second, I would have to share said reality with my wife (I'll let you decide which of the concerns concerned me the most).

An hour of internet [sic] research has encouraged me to join the Waitansee Tribe in the hopes that things are better tomorrow. And seeing as though Maggie is table dancing in Vegas with her girlfriends for the weekend, I'm going to delay the inevitable.