Doomsday Negotiations



I’m not a political diplomat, but having studied communications and interpersonal relationships, when someone lies and hurls death threats, it effectively ends meaningful discourse. 

Welcome to negotiations with Iran—where the Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps encourages the “Death to America” chants among the crowds after weekly prayers and during political rallies. To them, the United States, “is still the great Satan and the enemy of the (Islamic) revolution…”



Just a couple months ago in the Persian Gulf, the Iranians sent a blazing message when they blew up a full-size model of the U.S.S. Nimitz. 

And let’s not ignore the poignant words by the supreme leader’s representative, Ali Shirazi, “When we look at the Islamic world, we see that the culture of the Islamic revolution has reached all countries and all Muslims throughout the world….We shall not rest until we raise the flag of Islam over the White House.”



Honestly, does this sound like a nation pursuing nuclear capabilities for the purposes of rebuilding and improving the lives of its citizens? The negotiations need to include shuttering Iran’s secret underground nuclear facilities. How about negotiating an end to Iranian hostilities in nearby Muslim nations? Would it be okay if we demanded that they curtail their sponsorship of global terrorism? Is it possible to cease making death threats against Israel and the US?



We’re negotiating with a nation that believes it’s acceptable to lie to infidels—which includes us. While our leaders trust that the Iranian regime will improve during the duration of the nuclear agreement, we risk Iran producing a nuclear bomb in secret or sharing it with terrorists. One thing is certain: when Iran has a nuclear bomb our world will never be the same.


Iranian leaders see themselves as the apocalyptic answer our world is waiting for.  We’re no longer negotiating with people; we’re dealing with something far more sinister. But in political negotiations we don’t refer to evil as evil.

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