My love of North Korea and it’s wicked art has found it’s way into my heart once again. What is it with the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea that I dig? I’m not completely sure.

I really have nothing but love for the good ol’ USA and I do feel a little guilty about digging such hate-filled masterpieces.

Maybe part of my love for propaganda art in general is the proof that good art has oodles of power. Smash!

Don’t even get me started on the women!

I’m heading to South East Asia in January and am very excited about being only a train away from visiting this mysterious land. It’s a little expensive, but I may have to visit the wacky ol’ DPRK. It’d certainly worth every penny. Hollah, Dear Leader!

My peers often talk about how difficult it was to find porno back in the day. You could steal a peek at someone’s hidden stash, try to decipher scrambled cable stations, find magazines in the woods, or watch the local multicultural channel after midnight for some Nunspolitation. At the time, when I heard of the days of stag reels and recordings I felt sad for those early pioneers who had such limited access to pornography. Now, with the internet, I realize I was closer to those dinosaurs than I could have initially imagined.

Mom and Pop video stores provided the Trojan horse of pornography. An otherwise innocuous b-movie could often give up the goods without our parents ever knowing. Possibly the most notorious of such films among my friends is She-Devils of the SS. In it, a group of WW II soldiers raid a Nazi bunker that turns out to be a brothel, and quickly escalates into the greatest Nazi clown foot fetish porno ever made.