"God, you're so stupid."

"There are plenty of insults you could fling at me that would be accurate," I informed him by way of a breakup. "Hot-headed, demanding, defensive, defiant, opinionated, unfiltered, gets hangry if not fed every four hours—let me help you out—but make no mistake, stupid isn't one of them."

I think of that moment every once in a while, for instance when I hear celebrities, Facebook "friends," or the coven of professional scolds over at The View whining about the "fascist dictator" in the White House. And not because my reaction is "God, you're so stupid"—although it one hundred percent is—but because they're obviously just reaching for the nastiest insult in the bag and hoping it sticks. It's basically the "your mom is so ugly, she made an onion cry" of political attacks.

Trump is arguably bombastic. He is egomaniacal. He can be rude and misogynistic and childish. He fires off 3 A.M. Twitter tantrums like a drunk raccoon, insults world leaders to their faces, and was busted bragging about grabbing women by the… lady parts. If he were your uncle, no one would blame you for not inviting him to your wedding.

But a dictator he is not.

Let me prove it: In America, the worst thing that happens when you stream a boy band is that Spotify recommends more boy bands. Do you know what happens in North Korea? If you're lucky, you're sent to a labor camp. If you're not so lucky, you could face the death penalty. That is not hyperbole.

According to a new Amnesty International report, North Koreans—including children—are being publicly executed for watching South Korean dramas or listening to music by groups like BTS. (Rich families can sometimes bribe officials to escape elimination, so apparently corruption is universal—although the price tag is often too high for many.) Thanks to Kim Jong Un's 2020 Law on Rejecting Reactionary Thought and Culture, consequences for consuming or distributing unapproved entertainment range from five to fifteen years of forced labor and a public shaming to being brutally unalived in front of an audience as a gruesome cautionary tale.

But please, Joy Behar, tell me again how you're living under a fascist regime.