It looks like Hack-Me-Dinner-Jacket has stolen the elections in Iran.
I wonder what this means for relations with Middle-Eastern neighbours, or the wider world? Probably nothing at all, considering the fact that the whole place is run by clerics anyway, a bit like Ireland in the Fifties.
You know, Iran and Ireland have so much in common, from fiddling elections to putting miserable old clerics in charge of things they know nothing about.
As far as I can tell, Dinner-Jacket’s role is superficial, the real power lying with Ayatollah Khamenei, another ridiculous old priest, with unlimited political power in a confessional state, much like John Charles McQuaid in the Ireland of the Forties, Fifties and Sixties. Isn’t it a wonderful thing? In Iran they put old priests in charge of power stations. Here we put them in charge of abusing children.
What’s interesting, though, is that so much rioting is happening in Teheran, which would have been unheard of a few years ago. It’s a sign of different thinking among Iranians and it could bubble over into something very like a popular uprising. But we can all remember the brutal oppression of the Revolutionary Guards, and we need to remember that this is a society that hangs young girls on the flimsiest of excuses, in much the same way that Ireland banished them to the murderous laundry gulags operated by the merciless Sisters of Sexual Frustration.
Bastards. Two countries scarred by a common insanity. The filthy nexus where Christianity and Islam meet.
Ironically, what we’re witnessing now is not far removed from the kind of things that the Shah”s Savak secret police used to get up to before Khomeini arrived from Paris, the hypocritical old perfume-fetishist. I wonder what sort of costumes McQuaid used to climb into at night as he fantasised about the things he’d like to do to DeValera?
Two deeply fucked-up countries. One common thread. Priests.