It is perhaps ironic that Kim Jong II, General Secretary of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea's Communist Party and absolute ruler of that unhappy country, would lay the foundations for a kind of world peace not seen since 1945. That near future was not quite on the mind of Kim (or of any other major world leaders) on May 15, 1970; no, that day was reserved for the Declaration.
In a speech about as exciting as one might expect from a man of Kim's background and speaking ability, the Korean dictator announced that the DPRK had developed nuclear weapons. One particular nuclear weapon, in fact, the "Glorious People's Revolutionary Hammer." Built over several decades by Korea's top scientists (none of whom have survived the relevant purges of recent years), the GPRH is a fusion device with a magnitude of 250,000 megatons.
The General Secretary goes so far as to cackle malevolently at that; before continuing. His demands are simple. There are several million Koreans in Manchuria. Logically, then, Manchuria is part of the Korean national homeland; they deserve to live in free, liberated, democratic Korea. There are several million Koreans in South Japan; and they are forced to live under a dastardly imperialist puppet racist government. It's the least he can do to take Japan into the Korean national fold, to liberate every single one of the Japanese people.
If his demands are not granted by the 20th, well...the subsequent special effects demonstration is surprisingly competent for a nation without a native film industry. Suffice it to say that a quarter of a million megatons will leave quite the large hole, quite the large hole indeed. This applies, of course, if anyone should attempt to slay the Korean lion while they retake their national destiny.
The Soviet Union and the United States are the only major powers with a significant ICBM stockpile, they will lead the initial strike; followed rapidly by the Anglo-French contingent from local aircraft carriers; and to complete the soup, a dash of the People's Liberation Army.
There's no time to organize beyond the designation of targets; there's no time for Richard Harris' John Gould to go in and seduce someone's secretary. There is, however, always time for death, and for totalitarian states and somewhat unstable democracies to band together in its name.