I find myself almost hoping for a deal between Iran and America et al in much the same way I came to sort of welcome Obama winning the presidency - in 2008 I became quite tired of being labeled a knuckle dragging racist for having the temerity to question the implied brilliance of Obama and concluded that the best way to solve the debate would be by the guy becoming president and being awful at it and thereby shutting the idiots up [he was awful but unfortunately the idiots didn't quite shut up, although their rationalizations have become increasingly threadbare]. And so it is tending with Iran - as negotiations begin one already senses that Iran is indeed gonna wheedle a deal out of this, which I'm convinced will prove a complete sham - but, unfortunately, for my irksome cynicism to be validated I need the bad thing to happen. Ah, what a sad world it is - cue Hamlet and his quintessence of dust - or should we go with Macbeth and his besotted hour on the dire stage?
