Iran is a menace to Humanity. Period.

After calm returned to Egypt and Tunez I decided to review history and went back to look the April, 2009  videos of the Conference on Racism that was held in Geneva, Switzerland.

Here’s the video of the speech of Iran’s President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad,

Iran’s government is really a dangerous menace for the peace and stability of the world. Their philosophical fundamentals are founded on hate, historicism, military agression, backwardness, repression of individual rights and irrationality. There is no way a government can think of “negotiations” or “peaceful talkings” with a country like that; you have to really be against Reason and Humanity to support a peaceful approach to those assasins,

Obama in a video claiming that Iran is not a threat

Iran is a world menace and they are willing to eliminate anyone who opposes their religious destiny and political goals. Iran is a menace that will compromise humanity & peace; why is it that people decides to blind themselves of evident acts of hate? I just don’t get people…

Middle East and Whitman’s “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”

A couple weeks ago, chaos erupted in the streets of the main cities of the Middle East. People screamed for justice, democracy and freedom.  Meanwhile, a bunch of people tried to understand how it all happened (as if they didn’t know it).

Calm has returned and most of them realized that the problem that their sad & poor societies faced was the result of a historical process of killings, impunity and corruption.

They all said that the problem “the world” faces today can’t be fixed. And still, a new civil society with young leaders needs to appear in the political scene.  Some of them (so they said) are the future of humanity and considered themselves the future leaders of their countries (as some have appeared on the news, newspapers and radio).

However, I am sure they don’t know Whitman and would not understand what a poem like “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” could teach them.

Here is it, please sit and enjoy it:

It avails not, time nor place -distance avails not,

I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations ence,

Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt,

Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd,

Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d,

Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the stiff current, I stood yet was hurried,

Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships and the thick-stemm’d pipes of steamboats, I look’d.