SEOUL, April 9 (Yonhap) — North Korea on Sunday resumed its radio broadcast of mysterious random numbers, which is believed to be coded orders to its spies outside of the country.
“From now on, we announce tasks of mechanical engineering review for the Unit 21 expedition members of the remote education university,” North Korea’s state-run Pyongyang Radio said at 12:15 a.m.
“Number 69 on page 602, number 79 on page 133, number 18 on page 216,” the broadcast said. A total of 70 sets of such five-digit numbers were read out twice.
Pyongyang Radio last aired a similar broadcast on March 24.
It was the 31st such broadcast since the North resumed the Cold-War era spycraft on June 24 last year amid escalating inter-Korean tensions. It suspended such clandestine broadcasts in 2000.
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The Chair is against the wall.
John has a long mustache.
Jokes in N. Korea are so old, to save time in the telling they refer to them by number
…. from the French speaking to the French….
“wound my heart with a monotonous languor”….
Meaning: WW2 – D Day : The message sent to French resistance units that the US Allied invasion of Europe was about to begin, commence their sabotage objectives.
From psycho jews to other psycho jews:
For North Korea: “wound my sphincter with an ICBM”….
Meaning: The Zionist-jew-communist-banksters may be about to sacrifice North Korea on the alter global zionism,… ba-bye.
JD – US Marines: North Korea was never much more than an Zionist-jew-communist experimental tank for Total Population Control,…. and now may serve it’s last use to the international-Zionist-jew-communist-bankers as the sacrificial lamb of WW3.
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I have been up all night deciphering the numbers.
One, two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,
Knock at the door;
Five, six,
Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight,
Shoot them straight:
Nine, ten,
A big fat Kim;
Eleven, twelve,
Dig and delve;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Solders in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Solders a-waiting
Nineteen, twenty,
My plate’s empty