Assuming my dear readers have not been living in a cave for the past couple of weeks, the developments after the recent Iranian elections need no introduction. Here I present, in their own words, the recent comments of Iraqi bloggers on the subject. So much has been said about the elections already, that whether a blogger is pro- or anti- the protests is becoming more irrelevant. But, what is important here is the Iraqi perspective. How, after sanctions, forced regime change, war and destruction do Iraqis respond? I will not mess around with words…I know that this is your speciality…it is not mine. I have learned that life is too short lived…and I have no time for words. I will tell you, give it to you the way it is…and the way it is supposed to be. There is a sense of urgency looming over my head. And am getting quite impatient… I have swallowed words, paraphrases, sentences, dictionaries…whole and undigested. Now, excuse me, I have one hell of an indigestion and I need to vomit it all out…in your faces. Listen to me, and listen well… I am no beggar of an Arab, I am no Palestinian either… These are your pawns, and they love being played around with…to the applause. I am neither. I am no pawn and no beggar. And I also have no time for delicacies, I have no time for niceties. I have invented Language, I own it. I play with it, pull it like a string dangling from a from a puppet… There is nothing you can teach me, nothing you can invent… I have mastered the Art The art of deception, the art of hypocrisy the art of language… I have mastered the art, of sitting on edges like a humpty dumpty and I see you now teetering… I know, you know, we know… Leave aside the wordings kick away the propaganda… like in a football match I match, you match ? No you don't. I know, I know. I know and you hate me for knowing. I know your torturers by names. I know your hidden agents by their codes. I know your identities even if you are hiding… Cover up, like you cover us up. Ali, Hassan, Hussein watch them over wearing Arabic labels glued on their chests, stamped from Al-Hijaz. I see Darius galloping in your minds, minds covered with turbans of pretence bowing to yourselves…. bowing, prostrating to a saint the saint of your imagination… I hear echoes… blasting through cement walls as thick as your brains thicker than your brains. I see colors pouring down hallways, I see the green I see the black I see the red and I see the white of Death hovering over… fluff, fluff cotton fluff cloud fluff word fluff hovering above open arms receiving truths from dungeons dungeons where Aryans dark skinned Farsi interrogate in the name of Mani of Zarathustra in the name… Whose name was it do you remember the name? I have forgotten names I have erased them, with chalk with paint with black covers… a thick cloth A thick cloth through which you are now shouting I hear you I hear you, But did you hear me in that dungeon where you engraved my name with the sword of some Ali where you chained me with the rods of some Hassan and Hussein… My eyeballs just rolled on the floor like some dice of fate like some dice from a poker game being played in a sand castle a castle of turbans a castle of turbans and lamenting women waiting for another prince… I feel metal drills drilling secrets in my limbs touching nerves with which I will awaken you…. I push aside thick curtains black thick curtains hanging behind bars hanging behind subterranean cages I push them aside and watch your faces shouting for freedom… I cry out to you, I am Josef in the well give me your hand. You do not hear me, you buried me alive. Now you are screaming I hear you screaming alone… Iraqi Mojo: As the the death toll in Iran reaches into the dozens and outrages American leaders, the “resistance” in Iraq and other jarab continue to mass murder Iraqis in the numbers we have become accustomed to seeing there, without the outrage expressed by the President. It's as if Iraqi lives are worth less than Iranian lives. It reminds me of the comment by Madeline Albright, about the sanctions being worth the price. Iraqis have always been expendable. Nadia: Hey I wish the Iranian people the best too, at least the best that they can possibly get out of the situation they're in right now. But why is it when so many liberals and leftists feel the need to convince the right wingers that Iranians are human beings, it's a portrait they paint as a contrast to all those “special” people that they are surrounded by? Not that I didn't already know that that was how they felt, cause believe me, this is not the first time I ran into this sentiment and it won't be the last. This really wasn't what I wanted my first post on the aftermath of the Iranian elections to be about, but there it is.