Today, Persians all around the globe partied on this, the 24th anniversary of the BeeGees Album "Tragedy." As anyone who's ever met an Iranian knows, 1979 was a banner year for their "culture," and it continues to resonate. Disco music, Polo cologne (and lots of it), silk disco shirts, and of course, clumps of chest hair getting caught in their gaudy gold chains (long before the term "bling-bling" was ever invented) are only some of their wonderful traits.

 

Oh yeah, they're also quite proud their nation's super brave efforts at capturing several dozen unarmed American students and teachers. And why wouldn't they be?  Not everyone can say "I was part of a mob of 20,000, and we were able to subdue and capture less than 200 unarmed American civilians."

 

So, as you idiots bounce up and down, slap yourselves on the heads until you bleed, and scream "whoo-whoo" like Daffy fucking Duck over how you really stuck one in the eye of The Great Satan, please keep one thing in mind. Maurice Gibb is dead. That's right - you now have no reason to live. Please kill yourselves en masse (I hear that Allah has just cranked out the new 2004 model virgins - better get there before you end up getting your uncle's sloppy seconds - like you do now).

 

Ciao!