Last night I felt moved to write quite a long post about
yesterday’s big event, but I ended up doing other things instead and today I’ve
lost interest, so I’ll just offer a couple of brief notes instead.
As usual I’m intrigued to know what was buzzing around among
the cobwebs in Trump’s head, and the best I could come up with went something
like: ‘I know what I’ll do. I’ll send a bunch of brave American boys and some
fine, expensive American ships to go shoot fish in a barrel. Then everybody will
know how important I am and will stop laughing at me. They might even stop
asking how close I was to Jeffrey Epstein and his kinky lifestyle.’
I doubt that too many people will mourn the loss of the
tyrant Khomeini, not even in Iran,
but let’s not forget that there are tyrants on both sides. While considering
this fact I imagined a comparable scenario. Let’s suppose the boys of the
Chicago police department – fine, upstanding specimens to a man, no doubt –
were complicit with Al Capone in the planning and prosecution of the St
Valentine’s Day Massacre. It sounded about right.
I wonder whether Trump will be landed with one humdinger of
a fatwa. (No fake blood this time – allegedly.) But maybe not. I wonder whether fatwas can
only be declared for blasphemy, not merely having a congenital dislike of
Muslims, killing a head of state, and showing scant regard for what Donald likes to call ‘shithole countries.’ Must
look it up.
I knew some Iranians once. They were all honest, honourable,
and humorous. I even had a fight with one of them which was entirely my fault, but he was the one who apologised. Nice guys. And maybe it’s worth bearing in mind that Persia is
generally recognised as having been the cradle of civilisation, lacking only
candyfloss and Disney to add gravitas. Does that count for anything? I don’t
know.
Signing off now.
