I’ve seen images of a Saudi Arabian man setting himself on fire when some sparks from an American flag he was gently roasting found their way to his polo shirt, courtesy of a strong wind from God. I was a mere seven feet away from a war protester in Los Angeles who screamed so loud for so long, that she vomited into her megaphone. And while this group might count as ever so slightly a more bat shit insane crowd (I want to ghost write the memoirs of that topless lesbian grandmother who glued her bangs to her chin), I must say that without a doubt, South Korean protesters are my favorite.

This gentleman, who is probably sad that he is not dead, was upset about an upcoming marine survey by the Japanese government. And yet there are even more insane things to do for even more insane reasons. Somebody, get Seoul the internet before they nuke themselves, those bitches are bored.