Here's more "diplomacy by other means."
Next time North Korea's Diminutive Dictator decides to test launch one of his little phallic Dong missiles, we fire off a few of ours as if we are trying and shoot down his Dong. But since we know his Dong doesn't point straight, we don't even bother really trying to shoot it down since it's going to go flaccid on him anyway. Rather, we allow our missiles to continue on to the Dim Dic's missile launch sites, his nuclear manufacturing sites and save one for his big fat ass.
Then Condi Rice goes to the UN and apologizes. "Oops... sorry. A terrible accident. No harm was intended. We merely meant to intercept the Dong but we were using those cheap Chinese missle guidance chips we bought at Wal-Mart and completely missed, instead hitting the late dictator Eel. President Bush sends his condolences to the family. We'll try to get this problem fixed soon." In the middle of the UN General Assembly, Condi looks directly at the Iranian Ambassador, flashes her little sly smile and adds, "We certainly don't want this to happen again."
