23 May—Readers probably won’t recall that El Conservatissimo saw the light a couple of months ago—or, as we noted on 25 March, he’d “joined the stampede of former Trump admirers, defenders, and apologists who have finally seen and smelled the shit in the cesspool that is Trump and his corrupt administration.” We welcomed El C “to the right side of the right” and assured him “that now he’s more likely to be admitted to heaven.”

Well, El C continues to hew to the Monitor’s cause, as it were, and agrees with yesterday’s disquisition on younger generations’ inability—or disinclination—to take the heat. “Old farts like us didnt need airconditioning so why do young shits,” he writes. “I dont have airconditioning in my house and I bet you dont either and we don’t need it. Im not surprised trumpers cant come up with good things about the prick. Keep up the bitchin! Nobody does it better!”

Many thanks to El C, who reads and writes on a cell phone, which must explain his lack of punctuation.

Truth be told, there are a couple of ancient window units hiding somewhere in the Hovel, but they haven’t been in the windows since the gods know when. Good old-fashioned fans do the job quite well, thank you. And heat is preferable to cold in all events.

Moving on, then, as the self-styled peace president and his dutiful war-mongering flunkies prepare to illegally (of course) inflict still more gratuitous devastation and death on Iran (just because it appears they can get away with it), the Iranian buggers, as we’ve seen, aren’t taking it lying down. In fact, they’re doing war dances in Tehran in the north and Bandar Abbas in the south to piss off the aggressors.

Sad to say, given the vicissitudes of war, the musical instruments available for the Iranian war dances have been limited to the traditional folk rial whistle (somewhat like a penny whistle) and bodhrán (exactly like a bodhrán). Our Mideast correspondent, who moonlights as a rapporteur for the United Nations, was able to record the northern and southern Iranian war dances—a reel and a jig—for your edification.

Can you tell which is which? Do you care? Does it matter?