As far as my “Iran activities” go, I did little yesterday, mostly checking the news. No protests here in Toronto, although there was a demonstration scheduled for 3-5pm in front of the UN office in Toronto (UNAC actually) but for some odd reason it was canceled last minute. And nothing newsworthy really happened today. Obama said a few things that everyone’s obsessing over (omg, did he spoke too strongly? Should he get more involved in the crisis ? OMG What do we do what do we do omg what do we do?). Rafsanjani is still AWOL, probably working behind the scenes to remove the Supreme Leader from power.

I heard Mousavi, the fraudulently-defeated candidate, has called for everyone to make their way to the Bazaar (market) at 9a.m. without wearing green. If this is true, it’s a brilliant move. The police and militia will either have to stop anyone from getting in, which means the economically-important bazaar will shut down, or let people in (if stopped and asked, they sya they’re just shopping, only they aren’t really) which can lead to a huge demonstration. We’ll see what happens (if it happens at all).

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12 hours have passed since and it seems that people were trying to gather in a couple of squares in Tehran. Tweet reports, along with a woman who was interviewed from Tehran by CNN, has it that there was a massacre-like clash with the protesters, who were never really given a chance to gather in one place. I hope these are just exaggerated claims.

Two days ago, Bernard-H Levy wrote for the Huffington Post:

Whatever happens, the emperor has no clothes.
Whatever happens, the regime of the ayatollahs is, in the greater or lesser long term, condemned to compromise or disappear.
We always forget that the other revolution–the first, which, 30 years ago, put this Iranian-style National Socialism into power–lasted almost a year: why would it be any different for this revolution, a democratic one concerned with what’s right, which has also just taken the stage? The earth quakes in Tehran, and it is only, I’m willing to bet, the beginning.

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