Is The Supreme Parent of Iran Alive As True Spirit of the Revolution You have seen me with the female scholars.This should be enough to prove my existence in the spirit of the revolution.
But I can not tell if I am alive even among thousands of female scholars, because some of them are undercover men and some of the men in the intelligence service can be quite ugly. Our women have the talent to bare the children who are the fodder of our fanaticism, and many of the scholars and playwrights among them are fertile with farce like a pomegranate.
Am I alive? Dissolved in intense prayer and meditation, I cannot feel the body of my deeds that require me to dissociate from my soul. Would you ask me about evil deeds, decadent Western academia?
Because I am holy, I have plausible deniability. With my divine powers I have erased the sunspots from the sun, erased my guilt, and begun an age of chill and silence. Ghost or not, fever does not delude me, I am the Devil in the details, the shadow in the photo.
My opponents are mere English dogs: Lassie has fallen into the 12th well and Timmy cannot help her.
I am more powerful than the pagans and my sword of justice shall slay beyond the October of the Americans.
Beware the Guards and my son. Let not the MI5 stir the pot. “Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.” Let you and us pray, “Death to America, apple pie and Lassie,” and have a nice day. Peace.
