Iran So Far Away

THE KILLOUGH CHRONICLES

by James Killough

Now that Mama Gaddafi is lying neglected on the floor of a Libyan abattoir like an old cow waiting to be processed into dog food, now that we seem to have contained the uncontrollably volatile situation we created in Iraq, and now that there is little hope for an Afghan resolution any time soon, we turn our attention to the Islamic Republic of Iran, a very complex question.

You can keep trying to slaughter us, Mr. Ahmadinejad, but we'll just keep procreating. Or trying. From this antique miniature, looks like they've been trying in Iran for a while now.

For those who haven’t been following every word of this blog since its inception, I need to preface what is not going to be a diplomatic diatribe with my personal history with Iran.  Although I have never been there, I have been involved for some years with a highly influential Persian Sufi order.  Specifically, I was the creative director for the Order, the monk who illuminated the manuscripts, which means I had to read them as well as decorate.  Over the years, I came to a pretty deep understanding of both Sufism and Persian culture, both past and present.

Karma Cola

THE KILLOUGH CHRONICLES

by James Killough

I was sent an article the other day by Rain Li’s boyfriend, Forest Liu.  I think Forest is fantastic, and hope that, if or when Rain is done with him, she’ll pass him along to me.  There aren’t many leftover dumplings I would eat from Rain Li’s dim sum brunch, but Forest is definitely one of them.

The New York Times article is about its author going to Cheyenne, Wyoming to meet his friend and former colleague, reformed gay activist Michael Glatze, now an ex-Ghey evangelical.  It’s a long piece, so I’ll let you read it here at your leisure.

Michael Glatze in more miserable times (left) with his boyfriend, and now happy as a clam with a new companion, the Bible. You'll be back, baby. You'll be back.

In a nut’s shell, because such things are completely nutty, Glatze has abandoned cock worship for Bible worship, which says everything about religion right there, in a nutshell.