Oh, Danny Boy....

Somebody had better hurry up and send Mr. Williams a block of cheese to go with the whine.

Just Because Iran, Doesn't Mean I Was Russian

Michael Totten sits down for tea and conversation with members of the Kurdish Organization of the Iranian Communist Party. They were supposed to be social democrats, the people Patrick Lasswell and I met yesterday in a compound outside the city of Suleimaniya, the cultural capital of Northern Iraqi Kurdistan. We had it all set up. We were to meet Abu Bakr Mudarisy and his associates for lunch at 11:00 A.M. and learn what we could about the anti-government resistance a few miles away in the Islamic Republic of Iran. Our driver Yusef misunderstood and took us to the wrong place. He did drop us off where we met left-wing dissidents from Iran. But these weren’t the moderate English-speaking leftist intellectuals we were looking for. Instead we found ourselves in an armed camp of the military wing of the Iranian Communist Party. Another fascinating story from a place that most of us wouldn't dare to go. ('specially this week!)