A liberalish acquaintance took immediately to the Facespace to denounce the sentencing of a pair of Americans apprehended on the Iranian border and accused, along with one lady friend who was later released, of spying. If we were gonna spy on Iran, she wanted to know, why would we send a buncha knuckleheads like these? I don't know, man; sending a trio of ersatz peacenik daytrippers sounds like exactly the sort of plan our agency men under the tutelage of The Neon Pancetta would've come up with. They'd never suspect, etc. etc. etc. One notes that for the deplorable lawless barbarism of the Persians, these yutes have been afforded attorneys and appeals and such, which is more than you can say for this taxicab convention:
Well, Hillary Clinton is disappointed, proving once more that while the poor Persians must make do with the Ghazal, our greatest, infinitely variable native poetic form is sanctimony. It is most likely that these poor nincompoops are exactly the Lonely Planet backpacker assjockeys that they claim to be, and yet for a country that runs several very public infinite interment camps, a country in possession of some of the world's more insane border controls, a country in which a number of internal states have passed hysterical papieren-bitte laws to counter the grave threat of Mexican hedge trimming to go deploring other nations for arresting illegal border-crossers is a bit rich.