Tis’ the Season to be Jolly and I only feel a void, anticipation and above all sorrow.
I and by most probability millions of other Iranians, safe and sound in Diaspora or enslaved and in constant jeopardy back in Iran, are in mourning. Each have our own particular reason(s) but also a commonly shared ones as well. Here is a partial and just a partial list of what I in Tis’ not my Season to be Jolly am mourning:
1- All the Iranians IRR, the Islamist Rapist Republic has killed.
2- All those raped and tortured Iranian men, woman and children and their loved ones condemned to a lifetime of physical and emotional pain.
3- All the shattered dreams, muffled laughers and distinguished happiness over the past thirty years.
4- All the cruelty, the unimaginable Stone Age barbarity reintroduced to Iranians.
5- All the damages Islamist Rapists have done to the reputation of Iran and Iranians.
6- All the anguish Iranian Muslims feel for what has been done in the name of their belief.
Iran is in turmoil, Iranian men, women and children are being abused and worse, my solemn hope is this will not last long and finally, finally after all the blood and tears Iran and Iranians take their rightful place in the community of the sane.
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