Tuesday, May 18, 2010

L'avocate du diable

Whilst perusing Google News today, I came across an article on the UN's proposed expansion of Iran sanctions. Since this post is titled "Devil's Advocate", you can probably guess the direction I'm going in here. A caveat: I don't claim to know much about this situation, I don't have a solution to this problem, and I realize that this is probably as good an answer as the world is likely going to get. End caveat.

My issue with the idea of sanctions is that someone gets the authority to decide what a country should and should not be allowed. Concern over Iran's potential for building nuclear weapons is the issue at hand in this case. Based on what I've read (which is admittedly very little), it seems that Iran had previously agreed to relinquish its stores of uranium, and it is now attempting to stave off expanded U.N. sanctions by upgrading some of its uranium to medical research quality while trading the remainder with Turkey and Brazil. Apparently, Iran is like a child, and should not be allowed to play with toys like nuclear weapons. The U.S., on the other hand, the only country in the history of the world to have ever used nuclear weapons against another country, has never invaded another country for any reason other than to free puppies and secure the well-being of rainbows, and it certainly would never use flashy weapons against other countries if it did happen to invade.

Sidenote: If it were the case that the U.S. actually learned from its previous misadventures into the murky world of pseudo-colonialism, this might not be such an issue. But it seems to me that time and time again, the U.S. sallies forth into foreign lands, dollar signs glinting in its eyes and guns held firmly. Any prior debacles or scandals or atrocities seem to be forgotten, at least on the surface. Maybe the men in charge think that different initial circumstances will yield different results. I sound like a conspiracy theorist or sidewalk activist or something.

There are, of course, countries which would use weapons against other countries will nary a moment's thought, and damn the consequences that come from this usage. But it seems awfully hypocritical for the U.S. to force the hand of other countries for attempting to play ball with the big boys. I understand that the U.S. has the whole "learn from experience" thing going on. I just still have to think maybe the U.S. should seriously think about refraining from sticking its nose in other countries' business, at least for a little while. I think it's safe to say every generation has experienced hardship due to America's incessant interventions. I don't know where I'm going with this, and I sound like I'm ranting, so I'll conclude with this letter to the U.S.:
"Dear United States of America-
Get off your high horse, please and thank you.
Signed,
Selga"

Lastly, this is in no way related to what I was just talking about, but I would like to take this moment to say that I really have no patience for people who leave their windows open in the summer, knowing there's a good chance their neighbors have their windows open as well, and then proceed to yell at each other constantly. Shut up. Also, people, I know you think your $200 speakers from Speaker King are the coolest thing ever created, and I'm sure you think that blaring your tunes for all the world to hear is some sort of musical gift, but trust me on this, they aren't, and it isn't. I sound like such a bitch. I'm really not. Everyone was given a gift at birth. Mine was the gift of passive-aggressive snarking. Can't let these things go to waste.

2 comments:

  1. I hope you aren't talking about me and Bri, we have our windows open and yell all the time. Of course our yelling is more like "HEY LOSER, IF YOU'RE GOING TO THE KITCHEN BRING ME A POP." And that's just what Brian says!

    "Securing Rainbows", heh.

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  2. HAHA! I snorted when I read "HEY LOSER, IF YOU'RE GOING IN THE KITCHEN BRING ME A POP." And I almost choked on my couscous. And no, I wasn't talking about you. I was actually at Nate's, hanging out with his cats (ohsosad), listening to his neighbors cuss each other out for... I don't know what.

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