I was part of the first group of outsiders allowed to ride the entire North Korean subway system — here's what I saw
. . . a cult of personality 360 feet underground.
Wonderful revolutionary anthems blare from the antique speakers, and photo of father Kim, and son Kim watch the passengers, who don't talk to each other or say anything during the ride. Friendly place!
This is the end run of Socialism, Communism, Progressivism, Fascism and all the other sibling -isms. The result is an ugly gray, humorless system where no one smiles, and modernity doesn't intrude.