I feel a great burden, carried on the shoulders of human democracy... this need to rise up against those who declare us dirt and weeds. I lost my mind to the Bush Administration's terrorism, frightened to see the first million Iraqis die, horrified to see a second stolen election, rendered helpless by our inability to use art and protest to end George's genocide against Iraq's men, women and children.
Now Persia, a country once lumped into the crudely named "axis of evil", a nation of young modern tweeple, has taken to the streets and the World Wide Web! The democratic revolution will be twittered and Iranians murdered by paramilitary thugs have the sympathy, gratitude and respect of Americans who witness their struggle, their resilience, their sacrifice... on YouTube. A televised resistance is never futile!
Ahmadinejad's re-election is about as believable as the Decider's! I'm reminded of protesters at the National Republican Convention, herded down the streets with tear gas. Never do I forget that we dodged a bullet in regard to McCain... wondering what would have happened if senator Insane managed to steal himself an election. Mousavi's "loss" is like Kerry "losing" to G. W. Bush, without cowardly giving up and tazering kids who ask why.
When the first election was stolen by Pope George and Emperor Dick, my mom (who does not have heart disease) suffered a heart attack. My empathy for Iranian protesters is a pain that runs deep like blood!
14 August 2017
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