Hawks swoop, vultures circle, trolls are payrolled to man keyboards, politicians play broken records across public tannoys. Blueprints for smokescreens are being drafted and actioned by ghosts - an ominous clock ticks in dreaded tones.
Iran teeters on a precipice, with loose boulders above and jagged rocks beneath. This abyss, this foreboding scene - 70 years of resistance to the neoconservative machine, so that true healing may begin.
