....You have no basis to judge Kim Jong. He just has a different opinion of what's good than you do. Jong would probably say that you are evil for all we know.
(Springy G reaches for the Clue-By-Four™...)
Let's get one thing straight once and for all, "Skeptic." Atheism refers only to beliefs about gods. It can make only one statement on the subject of morality, and this it does indirectly: If one does not believe in gods, it stands to reason that one does not believe that morality comes from gods.
We come to our morality from many directions -- Early childhood teachings from our parents, personal experience, perhaps even a few years in Sunday School -- but at least we're consistent in our interpretation of what is and is not moral. We're horrified by the excesses and abuses of Kim, and we're horrified by the excesses and abuses of your god.
And this is where we part ways morally.
On the one hand you criticize Kim for keeping the people of his nation on a very short choke-chain, starving and occasionally murdering them, while he threatens his neighbours with war and nuclear devastation.
On the other hand, you seem to have no compassion at all for Biblegod's millions of victims. There is nothing good about drowning virtually everything on a planet, nor in sacrificing your own son to pay for a debt that you could unilaterally cancel at any time by simply forgiving, nor in ordering your Chosen People™ to annihilate entire tribes.
You are a hypocrite. Perhaps that pesky demon has been tinkering with your moral compass, and it's no use sending the compass in for service till we do something about the demon.
(Springy G rummages through Her kitchen and comes up with a frozen porkchop and a bottle of sriracha sauce) Yah-way am-scray!
(A cold wind rushes through the kitchen, accompanied by a voice going backwards at high speed, then the flapping of a reel-to-reel tape as it finishes rewinding)
(Springy G draws a Futhark bind-rune on porkchop with the hot sauce, wraps it in the Faith section of Saturday's paper, puts it into a kitchen catcher and ties it up, and runs it out to the garbage bin) That oughta hold 'im for a while.