1979 was the year I became aware of Iran for a couple of reasons. 1) The Iranian Revolution and the hostage crisis and 2) Michael Nouri. I 11 years old, in love with a Vampire of Iranian descent, and watching in horror as a people fell into disarray and carried my country along with it for a while. It's because of what happened in Iran that America was subjected to Reaganomics, and we've yet to recover from that, actually reaping the dread benefits of trickle-down greed right now with Great Depression Part Deux. This was the year I began keeping a diary, and I was sure to make note of what was going on in Iran and how many days the hostages had been detained.
In those days, all the news you got was either from newspapers, magazines, or network television. I believed everything I saw in those days. I knew nothing of the propaganda machine that is utilised by every human government, even the so-called 'free' ones. It would be 5 more years before my eyes were opened to such dystopian thought-forms and I would turn into a member of the Lone Gunmen. At the time, I was led to be believe that Iranians were pretty much mad dogs and that Michael Nouri was of Iranian descent. I was at odds with my pre-pubescent self.
As the years trudged onward and I grew up, I realised that not everything...okay, nothing that's reported by way of official sources can be trusted. I learned to differentiate between a people and its government and I came to realise that humans are all the same, and that we pretty much suck. But that's beside the point for this post. This isn't a misanthropic rant, for once! I also learned that Michael Nouri is of Lebanese descent. It doesn't matter either way; he'll always be my beloved Count Dracula, playing "Midnight on Moscow" on the grand piano.
So here we are 30 years later. I've changed to the point of being unrecognisable to my 11-year-old self, except for the fact I still love Michael Nouri. My faith in humanity has been sorely damaged to the point of being non-existent. Then, here come the Iranians. And, because of the Internet, we're getting to see what's really going on over there in the Cradle of Civilisation. We're witness to their struggle for freedom and their absolute refusal to give in to the Status Quo. I'm quite frankly amazed and humbled by what I've seen. And, honestly, the Iranian people make me think their might be hope for us yet. My only question is, why didn't the American people do this in 2000? I've been asking that for days now. Kinda makes you wonder who truly appreciates and is willing to fight for freedom and who caves under the weight of complacency. But that's yet another rant for another post.
For now, I just want to throw my fist into the air and offer my war cry in support of the Iranian people. You're wonderful, beautiful, and inspirational. The world is behind you!
In those days, all the news you got was either from newspapers, magazines, or network television. I believed everything I saw in those days. I knew nothing of the propaganda machine that is utilised by every human government, even the so-called 'free' ones. It would be 5 more years before my eyes were opened to such dystopian thought-forms and I would turn into a member of the Lone Gunmen. At the time, I was led to be believe that Iranians were pretty much mad dogs and that Michael Nouri was of Iranian descent. I was at odds with my pre-pubescent self.
As the years trudged onward and I grew up, I realised that not everything...okay, nothing that's reported by way of official sources can be trusted. I learned to differentiate between a people and its government and I came to realise that humans are all the same, and that we pretty much suck. But that's beside the point for this post. This isn't a misanthropic rant, for once! I also learned that Michael Nouri is of Lebanese descent. It doesn't matter either way; he'll always be my beloved Count Dracula, playing "Midnight on Moscow" on the grand piano.
So here we are 30 years later. I've changed to the point of being unrecognisable to my 11-year-old self, except for the fact I still love Michael Nouri. My faith in humanity has been sorely damaged to the point of being non-existent. Then, here come the Iranians. And, because of the Internet, we're getting to see what's really going on over there in the Cradle of Civilisation. We're witness to their struggle for freedom and their absolute refusal to give in to the Status Quo. I'm quite frankly amazed and humbled by what I've seen. And, honestly, the Iranian people make me think their might be hope for us yet. My only question is, why didn't the American people do this in 2000? I've been asking that for days now. Kinda makes you wonder who truly appreciates and is willing to fight for freedom and who caves under the weight of complacency. But that's yet another rant for another post.
For now, I just want to throw my fist into the air and offer my war cry in support of the Iranian people. You're wonderful, beautiful, and inspirational. The world is behind you!
