From The Peanut Gallery
Jun. 24th, 2009 10:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Criminy, I tell you, I am having mood swings with regard to Iran. This is some scary shit and some exciting shit and I keep oscillating between YOU TELL THEM, AWESOME PROTESTERS and CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG and OH THE HUMANITY.
I feel like that’s about all I can do. Much as it’s tempting to try to swoop in and fix all the broke shit, that’s not really possible in any sense—we might get rid of a few old problems at the expense of a giant crop of new problems. And anyway, that’s not really what we’re for, anyway.
Mostly, I regard foreign policy with a similar attitude to my own social policy—that people can deal with their own problems, and if they need my help, they’ll ask for it.
So for now, I think the plan is to watch and hope my first mood is the prescient one.
Iran is an amazing country—the disjointed history I have learned speaks a lot of ordinary people trying to live ordinary happy lives despite the fact that ordinary happy lives are heavily frowned upon. It’s one of the most straightforward tales of how very alike humans are, and how resilient the will to Live—a will sometimes completely at odds with the instinct to just survive—is. I hope one day it gets easier.
I feel like that’s about all I can do. Much as it’s tempting to try to swoop in and fix all the broke shit, that’s not really possible in any sense—we might get rid of a few old problems at the expense of a giant crop of new problems. And anyway, that’s not really what we’re for, anyway.
Mostly, I regard foreign policy with a similar attitude to my own social policy—that people can deal with their own problems, and if they need my help, they’ll ask for it.
So for now, I think the plan is to watch and hope my first mood is the prescient one.
Iran is an amazing country—the disjointed history I have learned speaks a lot of ordinary people trying to live ordinary happy lives despite the fact that ordinary happy lives are heavily frowned upon. It’s one of the most straightforward tales of how very alike humans are, and how resilient the will to Live—a will sometimes completely at odds with the instinct to just survive—is. I hope one day it gets easier.