No one seriously thought Ahmadinejad would allow Moussavi to “win,” right? I mean — Moussavi was never going to be allowed to win. Never.
This is one of the moments when imagination fails. “Imagination” as in: It’s impossible for me to imagine the misery of living in a repressive society, one where I would have no rights, at least not as we Americans know them, and could only express opposition at the risk of death.
So — am spending this particular Sunday feeling particularly grateful that I am who I am, living where I do, and praying, in my atheistic way, for the millions of human beings who may never know the extraordinary pleasure of personal and intellectual freedom.