Double Standards

It is remarkable how little consideration is given to the double standards the West has foisted upon Tehran.

Apologists for Israel’s preemptive strike against Egypt at the start of the Six Day War argue that Nasr’s closing of the Straits of Tiran constituted a casus belli because Israel relied on the straits for the passage of vital oil shipments.  Regardless of whether or not this is true, it seems that proponents of this argument should have no problem seeing any number of components of the sanctions regime which is poised to establish an embargo on Iran’s oil exports and has already cut off Iran’s banks from SWIFT as comparably patent acts of war.  Accept that the spate of assassinations of Iranian scientists has been orchestrated by the Mossad and you have a situation that Western terror warriors would breathlessly describe as one of active belligerence. Iran, by their lights—whether they like it or not—has every reason to strike back.


The New Adventures of Old Heisenberg

Apparently all of Breaking Bad is available on youtube.  Not that I’m complaining, but it seems odd.  I’m sure there’s interest in this series on DVD.  Why doesn’t AMC have its content scrubbed from free sites like all the other networks do?

Also, how does this show go on for four seasons (+?) without this guy dying or going to prison?

Probably a drug bust.

Ten minutes ago there were four police cars– three strobing violently–a police van, and an ambulance lined up outside.  Now only two cars, dimmed, and the van remain.

Stepping outside my girlfriend’s suite, I approached a group of underclassmen huddled in the hallway, adjacent to the stairwell.

“You guys wouldn’t happen to know why the street outside is lit up with cops, would you?”

A balding junior I know from a few parties answers.  “It’s the third floor.  Cops just went up there – shit’s going down.”

“Cool.  Not trying to be nosy”—I don’t live here and I sometimes worry my regular presence puts the more uptight students ill at ease—“just thought I’d see what’s up.”

Third floor.  Good.  A buddy of mine’s had some recent legal worries vis-à-vis his (former) narcotics purchases.  University police (wrongly) suspect him of trafficking.  But he lives on another floor.

“It’s safe.  Don’t worry,” says A., a sweet and awkwardly nerdy Russian undergrad with glasses and short hair.

Twenty minutes have passed.  A single campus cop car remains parked outside.

Looking forward to the police log entry on this one.  Hope no one is hurt.