Yesterday,Â the BBC offered up their dailyÂ report on the current diplomatic confrontation with Iran and the preparations for some kind of military response. As usual, they interviewed this person and that person, as well as the head of the US Senate intelligence committee (a Democrat) and a few other Democrats unworthy of note.
ThereÂ was blather and blunder. Armchair generals gave armchair strategies. The talking heads talked. Then, somethingÂ got past my idiocy filter and made me laugh.
News Hour and other news programs read,Â on-air, emails sent to themÂ during theirÂ broadcast. Most of those are read at the end. One such email was fromÂ a womanÂ inÂ Ohio, whoÂ wrote (and I paraphrase):
…The only way to resolve this conflict with Iran is through dialog.
It was a statement so utterly profound, and so utterly common, that I sat up and listened.Â
That’s it! The solution! Talk! We areÂ going toÂ talk them into givingÂ up their nuclear weapons program. I can even imagine that we are going to deploy a new anti-missileÂ system that will talk down any missile fired at Europe and the US.
IsraelÂ will feel so much more secure when we tell them that any nuclear attack by Iran will receive a strongly worded letter of protest. In fact, let me volunteerÂ right nowÂ for the quick response team that will write something pithy and sarcastic, should there ever be a nuclear exchange.
One wonders if World War II would have been different if we had issued megaphones instead of the venerable Sherman tank.Â Could it beÂ that Hitler just wasn’t getting enough dialog with his breakfast? Maybe he just didn’t understand that murdering Jews was just not nice, or even polite.
I can even see implications for our own society. We must immediately take away the dangerous guns away from the police and issue them with megaphones. I am sure that the murderers, rapists, and armed robbers will immediately be deterred from further crime when they know that the police are now willing to dialog with them.
In fact, let’s start now. Let’s show Iran what we’re made of.
They won’t know what hit ’em.