So every other year or so a documentary bubbles up, focusing on racist groups around the world – usually skinhead types in derby jackets, Doc Martens and tight, rolled-up jeans. Essentially they look like roadies for Erasure. That’s because when it comes to neo-Nazi villains, they only come in one flavor: vanilla. Without question, Jew haters are always white, pathetic, despicable losers with tiny penises.
However most – if not all – of them – are powerless. They don’t run governments. They’re lucky if they run laundromats.
But in Iran, you’ve got a full-blown neo-Nazi running the government. You’ve got a modern day Hitler boasting about nuclear capability. He shares so much in common with Adolf it’s eerie – his envy-driven hatred, horrible hair and an irrational love for animals. All that’s missing is the funny mustache.
But the bottom line: he’s not white, and you can’t be a neo-Nazis without it. It’s an insidious form of racism: if Ahmadinejad were from Indiana instead of Iran, my gut tells me Obama would have no problem speaking truth to power. Instead, we we hope for change. Or change for hope. I don’t think it matters how you phrase it anymore. The point is, a madman has a bomb, which is slightly more frightening than a wornout pair of Doc Martens.
And if you disagree with me, you’re probably a racist homophobe who kills caterpillars.