Sadism is not an infectious disease that strikes a person all of a sudden. It has a long prehistory in childhood and always originates in the desperate fantasies of a child who is searching for a way out of a hopeless situation.
Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.
The reader feels as if he is in Chongjin, where starving people ate the bark off trees; or atop Mount Taesong with the elite of Pyongyang, whose existence is a mix of sadism and whimsy; or with the masses who are bombarded day and night with the propaganda of North Korea's alternate reality.
When I was a baby feminist, leading feminist thinkers were insisting that if women ran the world, there would be no sadism or war.
Sadism is all right in its place, but it should be directed to proper ends.