Summer, Mousavi and Iran

After a wet and rainy winter I sort of forgot how f-ing hot it gets in Istanbul. Waiting in traffic on a sweltering bus high above the Bosphorous, my memory was jarred awake by the thick, slightly tangy underarm stench of several swarthy Turkish men who reached up to grasp the bus's hanging hand grips. I briefly wished for winter, but once again recalled how last February I was wishing for summer. Then I remembered that last winter was also the last time I had updated this blog.

Is anyone else wondering what awful fate awaits Mir-Hossein Mousavi after the Iran election protests whither to a whimper? I predict an arrest, brutal interrogation, swift trial and permanent house arrest a la Aung San Suu Kyi. What's important for us Americans to take note of? Well, now you all see that Iran really isn't a country comprised of a bunch of fundementalist Islamo-fascists.

And by the way: over two years ago, I said to a number of skeptical friends, "The US will not bomb Iran before Bush leaves office." No one believed me, but I was right.

Cheers!