Iranian Women Are Removing Their Hijabs in the Streets. Where Are the People Who Said They Cared?
The Iran protests just exposed the biggest hypocrisy in Western politics.
Right. Picture this.
Streets in Tehran. Streets in New York. Streets in London, LA, Toronto, Sydney. Iranian women — and their kids, and their husbands, and their neighbours — absolutely losing it with joy. Dancing. Weeping. Ripping their hijabs off and throwing them in the air. Forty-six years of a boot on the back of your neck and suddenly, briefly, the boot shifts. You’d dance too. Anyone would dance. It’s the most human response imaginable. Wouldn’t you think?
These aren’t people who stumbled across Iran on their social media feed and found exactly the right amount of outrage to go with their flat white. These are the people who are Iran. Who grew up under it, fled it, lost family to it, built lives in exile dreaming about this exact moment. And here it is. Eleven seconds of a woman holding her hijab above her head in a Tehran street like she’s won something. Because she has.
Now.
Same streets. Same cities. Same moment.
Different crowd.
Protesting.
Not for Iran. Not alongside the people dancing. Not in solidarity with the women throwing their hijabs in the air.
Against something else entirely. Something in their own political calendar. Something that fits the approved template. Placards ready. No time for spell check. Chants rehearsed — someone on TikTok knew the words. Cause selected from the correct list.
And the Iranians dancing in the street? The ones who actually lived it?
Not their problem today, apparently.
To be fair, it’s been a very busy year for outrage. And oat milk lattes. You can’t be everywhere.
Then again, it was never really their problem, was it. These are the same crowd who were swapping Palestinian flags for Argentinian ones last October. Before that it was something else. Next month it’ll be something else again. The flags change with the seasons. The profile pictures update. The righteousness remains entirely undisturbed throughout. It’s an admirable system, really. All the passion of a lifetime of conviction, with none of the inconvenience of consistency.
You want a face for that pattern? Jane Fonda was outside protesting against the strikes to free Iranians. Actual Iranians were in the streets celebrating those same strikes. Same moment. Different planets. Jane, it should be noted, has a long and well-documented history of protesting when it’s convenient. The women throwing their hijabs in the air were doing it despite everything. Jane was protesting despite nothing. At this point the pattern is less a mistake and more of a lifestyle.
Closer to home, Zarah Sultana MP — a name that conjures fruitcake, which may be the most accurate thing about this entire story — was busy calling it “an illegal war” and “lapdog for US imperialism.” That last phrase, one should note, appears to have been lifted directly from Mao Zedong’s Little Red Book — the revolutionary handbook distributed to hundreds of millions of Chinese citizens in the 1960s to ensure everyone was thinking the correct thoughts. One imagines the irony of invoking a totalitarian propaganda manual while opposing action against a totalitarian regime was not immediately apparent. Though in fairness, one imagines the optics required considerably more thought.
And lest we forget, the Deputy Leader of the Green Party — Mothin Ali, pronounced, appropriately enough, exactly like Nothin’ — as in nothing, no substance, no conviction, no discernible commitment to anything the Green Party was presumably founded to represent — chose not to spend the weekend hugging trees. Instead he attended a London rally in support of the Islamic regime in Iran. The same regime whose official slogan includes “Death to England.” The same regime documented to have plotted more than twenty terror attacks on British soil.
One can only assume the irony was lost somewhere in the recycling.
Same framework. Same silence. Different postcode.
Here’s the thing that nobody in that second crowd seems to want to acknowledge. This isn’t new. This isn’t a failure of this particular moment. The women in those streets have been fighting since 1979. Forty-six years. And the progressive West has been performing solidarity theatre for exactly as long — rotating causes, updating profiles, finding reasons why Iran specifically never quite made the approved list. Until Trump involved himself. At which point Iran didn’t just fall off the list. It became actively complicated. Possibly contaminated. Best approached, if at all, from a very safe distance with very clean hands.
And the Argentinian flags? Swapped again. Promptly. Back to something more suitable for the moment.
The frog didn’t end up in boiling water overnight. The bubbles had been rising slowly since 1979. Forty-six years of the temperature climbing gradually enough that you could almost miss it, gradually enough that each new degree felt almost reasonable on its own. Someone kept turning the dial up while everyone looked away. And the people now expressing surprise at the temperature were the ones who had the most opportunity to notice it rising.
You know how it works. By the time it’s boiling, it’s too late to notice.
The difference here is the frog jumped.
Curious how nobody in the right postcodes ever seemed to notice the water was heating. Though to be fair, it wasn’t on any of the approved lists. These things take time.
Take a moment with that. Just let it land where it lands.
Every cause has its season. The question is who decides when the season ends.
Telling, isn’t it, how the first instinct is never just... joy for them.
What Was Actually Happening in Those Streets
Because some of you half-heard this and scrolled past. Understandable. There’s been a lot on. So let’s be absolutely clear about what we’re actually talking about.
28 December 2025. Protests erupt across thirty-plus provinces in Iran. The bubbles had been rising for forty-six years. The rial had collapsed so badly that a dollar was worth 145,000 tomans. The temperature had finally reached the point where staying in the water was no longer an option.
Bazaar merchants. Students. Workers. Women. The biggest uprising since the revolution itself. People chanting for the end of the Islamic Republic — not reform, not negotiation, not a strongly worded letter submitted through the appropriate channels. End it.
The regime’s response? Live rounds. Hospitals raided, wounded protesters dragged from beds. Internet cut. Curfew. The government eventually admitted to 3,117 dead. Human rights organisations put the figure somewhere between 7,000 and 32,000. The gap exists because they turned the lights off deliberately — a digital shutdown designed, in the words of one doctor who managed to get a message out, to enable what he called “genocide under cover of digital darkness.”
22,104 arrests in the first weeks alone.
Four of the confirmed dead were under eighteen.
Not spin. Not someone’s preferred narrative. The floor of what happened, cross-checked across multiple independent monitoring organisations and measured against the government’s own admissions. These are the conservative numbers. The ones nobody argues with. The actual figures are almost certainly worse, which is the sort of sentence that deserves a moment of quiet before you move on from it.
The people dancing in the streets of New York — they know these numbers. They’ve been carrying them for years. While everyone else was busy finding the right filter.
The people most affected were celebrating. The people who never faced the cage were sulking. Sit with that.
Most people, if you asked them, would say they’d have been dancing.
So Where Was Everyone?
On 15 January 2026, activist Masih Alinejad stood up at the United Nations and named it. A silence, she said. A silence that betrays people by putting narratives ahead of actual human beings.
Except it wasn’t even silence, was it. Silence you can almost respect. Silence is just absence — the post that didn’t get written, the rally that somehow never got organised, the placard that never saw a street.
This was presence. Active, vocal, thoroughly organised presence. On the wrong side.
The Institute for Strategic Dialogue published a documented report — available to anyone with an internet connection — finding far-left Western accounts actively pushing the Iranian government’s own framing. Calling the protests “Mossad-supported riots.” Repeating the regime’s claim, almost word for word, that the whole thing was a CIA operation. Carrying water for the theocracy that was shooting the people their friends were dancing for. Whether they knew it or not is, at this point, almost beside the point.
And meanwhile the campuses that can mobilise a full protest infrastructure in 48 hours for causes on the approved list — banners, social media strategy, the oat milk, the whole machine — found they were otherwise engaged. Priorities, after all, are priorities.
Solidarity that needs the right political weather to work isn’t solidarity. It’s got a different name.
It’s an uncomfortable thing to notice in yourself, that one.
Why It Happened. Because It’s Not Complicated.
Trump said he supported the protesters.
That’s it. That’s the entire mechanism. One sentence from the wrong man and the whole progressive apparatus quietly filed Iran under “complicated” and moved on. Because in the tribal arithmetic we’re talking about, anything Trump supports must contain a trap. Must be approached sideways. Must at minimum be thoroughly stress-tested for ideological contamination before you attach your name to it.
Understandable, really. One has standards.
The Iranians dancing in the streets weren’t doing that arithmetic. They didn’t care who else was cheering. They were responding to forty-six years of experience. Not theory. Not a framework. Not someone on TikTok. They weren’t consulting a committee. They weren’t waiting for the optics to clarify themselves.
They were just free, briefly, and they celebrated it with everything they had.
The other crowd were consulting the framework. And the framework said: wait.
So they waited. And protested something else instead. Something cleaner. Something that didn’t come with the wrong people’s fingerprints already on it. Something suitable for a tote bag and a clear conscience.
That’s not politics. That’s not principle.
That’s hypocrisy with a social media strategy. And, one suspects, a very reasonable monthly direct debit to the right causes.
A movement that goes quiet when the people it claims to speak for are being killed has revealed something about itself that it won’t easily walk back.
Most of us have a list. We just don’t read it out loud.
Three Questions. Answered Honestly.
Is it practical?
Practicality was never the point. The women who watched Mahsa Amini die in custody in 2022 for the wrong angle on a headscarf — who went back out into those streets the next day anyway — weren’t running the numbers. They were refusing something unbearable. A different category of decision entirely. One most of us have never been asked to make and, if we’re honest with ourselves, would rather not examine too closely.
Is it logical?
The logic completed itself perfectly. A movement that claims to stand for women’s freedom and stays quiet while women are shot for asserting it hasn’t failed its principles. It’s demonstrated them. The result was just uncomfortable to say out loud — so most people didn’t. Far simpler to find a different kettle. One that boils on a more convenient schedule.
What’s the likely outcome?
The slow, permanent erosion of whatever credibility performative solidarity had remaining. The diaspora dancing in those streets has a record now. Who showed up. Who looked away. Who found themselves — perhaps without fully realising it — repeating the regime’s own lines on social media, blissfully unaware of the company they were keeping. That record doesn’t fade. It becomes part of how they read the world. And eventually, quietly, it becomes part of how the rest of us read ourselves too.
Whether we find the reading instructive is, of course, a matter of personal choice. There’s always something else to look at.
And should anyone need a postscript — word reaches us that a march may be planned for London in the coming weeks, most likely under the banner of the Stop the War Coalition. An organisation whose name, if you say it slowly enough, sounds remarkably like Stop Trying to Push Water Uphill Coalition. Which is, coincidentally, an equally accurate description of everything they’ve ever attempted. Not one war stopped. Not one. Though the placards have always been excellent.
They’ll probably be busy that day. Oat milk sales will likely spike accordingly.
And then there are the ones who weren’t marching.
The protests continued. The blackouts continued. The arrests continued.
In late January 2026, a man from Bushehr posted a video. His name was Pouria Hamidi. He was asking — anyone listening, Trump, Western governments, anyone at all — don’t make deals with the Islamic Republic. Don’t leave us here.
He wanted someone to hear him.
After he posted the video, he took his own life.
He posted the video first.
Sources & Verification
Every factual claim in this article is documented and verifiable. Readers are encouraged to check everything.
The 2025-2026 Iran Protests — Timeline, Scale, Casualties Wikipedia: 2025–2026 Iranian protests https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2025%E2%80%9326_Iranian_protests
Death toll figures — government admission and human rights organisation estimates Human Rights Activists News Agency (HRANA)
https://www.en-hrana.org
Iran International — ongoing protest coverage https://www.iranintl.com/en
22,104 arrests figure HRANA documentation, cross-referenced with Iran International reporting
Digital shutdown — “genocide under cover of digital darkness” Iran International, January 2026 https://www.iranintl.com/en
Masih Alinejad — UN speech, 15 January 2026 France24 coverage of UN Security Council session
https://www.france24.com
Institute for Strategic Dialogue — far-left Western accounts amplifying regime narratives ISD documented report, January 2026
https://www.isdglobal.org
Mahsa Amini — death in custody, September 2022 Wikipedia: Death of Mahsa Amini https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Mahsa_Amini
Zarah Sultana MP — statements at London rally Jerusalem Post
https://www.jpost.com
GB News
https://www.gbnews.com
Mao Zedong’s Little Red Book Wikipedia: Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-tung https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quotations_from_Chairman_Mao_Tse-tung
Mothin Ali — Green Party Deputy Leader at pro-regime London rally GB News https://www.gbnews.com/politics/mothin-ali-green-party-deputy-leader-iran-protest-london-news
Iranian regime slogan “Death to England” and terror plots on British soil Kasra Aarabi, Tony Blair Institute for Global Change Cross-referenced with UK counterterrorism reporting
Pouria Hamidi — Bushehr, video post, January 2026 Iran International Middle East Forum
2026 Iranian diaspora protests — global celebrations Wikipedia: 2026 Iranian diaspora protests https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2026_Iranian_diaspora_protests
Not a journalist. Never claimed to be. Just someone who reads the room and checks the facts. thealmightygob.com
© The Almighty Gob, March 2026. All rights reserved.
Streets in Tehran. Streets in New York. Streets in London, LA, Toronto, Sydney. Iranian women — and their kids, and their husbands, and their neighbours — absolutely losing it with joy. Dancing. Weeping. Ripping their hijabs off and throwing them in the air. Forty-six years of a boot on the back of your neck and suddenly, briefly, the boot shifts. You’d dance too. Anyone would dance. It’s the most human response imaginable. Wouldn’t you think?
These aren’t people who stumbled across Iran on their social media feed and found exactly the right amount of outrage to go with their flat white. These are the people who are Iran. Who grew up under it, fled it, lost family to it, built lives in exile dreaming about this exact moment. And here it is. Eleven seconds of a woman holding her hijab above her head in a Tehran street like she’s won something. Because she has.
Now.
Same streets. Same cities. Same moment.
Different crowd.
Protesting.
Not for Iran. Not alongside the people dancing. Not in solidarity with the women throwing their hijabs in the air.
Against something else entirely. Something in their own political calendar. Something that fits the approved template. Placards ready. No time for spell check. Chants rehearsed — someone on TikTok knew the words. Cause selected from the correct list.
And the Iranians dancing in the street? The ones who actually lived it?
Not their problem today, apparently.
To be fair, it’s been a very busy year for outrage. And oat milk lattes. You can’t be everywhere.
Then again, it was never really their problem, was it. These are the same crowd who were swapping Palestinian flags for Argentinian ones last October. Before that it was something else. Next month it’ll be something else again. The flags change with the seasons. The profile pictures update. The righteousness remains entirely undisturbed throughout. It’s an admirable system, really. All the passion of a lifetime of conviction, with none of the inconvenience of consistency.
You want a face for that pattern? Jane Fonda was outside protesting against the strikes to free Iranians. Actual Iranians were in the streets celebrating those same strikes. Same moment. Different planets. Jane, it should be noted, has a long and well-documented history of protesting when it’s convenient. The women throwing their hijabs in the air were doing it despite everything. Jane was protesting despite nothing. At this point the pattern is less a mistake and more of a lifestyle.
Closer to home, Zarah Sultana MP — a last name that conjures fruitcake, which may be the most accurate thing about this entire story — was busy calling it “an illegal war” and “lapdog for US imperialism.” That last phrase, one should note, appears to have been lifted directly from Mao Zedong’s Little Red Book — the revolutionary handbook distributed to hundreds of millions of Chinese citizens in the 1960s to ensure everyone was thinking the correct thoughts. One imagines the irony of invoking a totalitarian propaganda manual while opposing action against a totalitarian regime was not immediately apparent. Though in fairness, one imagines the optics required considerably more thought.
And lest we forget, the Deputy Leader of the Green Party — Mothin Ali, pronounced, appropriately enough, exactly like Nothin’ — as in nothing, no substance, no conviction, no discernible commitment to anything the Green Party was presumably founded to represent — chose not to spend the weekend hugging trees. Instead he attended a London rally in support of the Islamic regime in Iran. The same regime whose official slogan includes “Death to England.” The same regime documented to have plotted more than twenty terror attacks on British soil.
One can only assume the irony was lost somewhere in the recycling.
Same framework. Same silence. Different postcode.
Here’s the thing that nobody in that second crowd seems to want to acknowledge. This isn’t new. This isn’t a failure of this particular moment. The women in those streets have been fighting since 1979. Forty-six years. And the progressive West has been performing solidarity theatre for exactly as long — rotating causes, updating profiles, finding reasons why Iran specifically never quite made the approved list. Until Trump involved himself. At which point Iran didn’t just fall off the list. It became actively complicated. Possibly contaminated. Best approached, if at all, from a very safe distance with very clean hands.
And the Argentinian flags? Swapped again. Promptly. Back to something more suitable for the moment.
The frog didn’t end up in boiling water overnight. The bubbles had been rising slowly since 1979. Forty-six years of the temperature climbing gradually enough that you could almost miss it, gradually enough that each new degree felt almost reasonable on its own. Someone kept turning the dial up while everyone looked away. And the people now expressing surprise at the temperature were the ones who had the most opportunity to notice it rising.
You know how it works. By the time it’s boiling, it’s too late to notice.
The difference here is the frog jumped.
Curious how nobody in the right postcodes ever seemed to notice the water was heating. Though to be fair, it wasn’t on any of the approved lists. These things take time.
Take a moment with that. Just let it land where it lands.
Every cause has its season. The question is who decides when the season ends.
Telling, isn’t it, how the first instinct is never just... joy for them.
What Was Actually Happening in Those Streets.
Because some of you half-heard this and scrolled past. Understandable. There’s been a lot on. So let’s be absolutely clear about what we’re actually talking about.
28 December 2025. Protests erupt across thirty-plus provinces in Iran. The bubbles had been rising for forty-six years. The rial had collapsed so badly that a dollar was worth 145,000 tomans. The temperature had finally reached the point where staying in the water was no longer an option.
Bazaar merchants. Students. Workers. Women. The biggest uprising since the revolution itself. People chanting for the end of the Islamic Republic — not reform, not negotiation, not a strongly worded letter submitted through the appropriate channels. End it.
The regime’s response? Live rounds. Hospitals raided, wounded protesters dragged from beds. Internet cut. Curfew. The government eventually admitted to 3,117 dead. Human rights organisations put the figure somewhere between 7,000 and 32,000. The gap exists because they turned the lights off deliberately — a digital shutdown designed, in the words of one doctor who managed to get a message out, to enable what he called “genocide under cover of digital darkness.”
22,104 arrests in the first weeks alone.
Four of the confirmed dead were under eighteen.
Not spin. Not someone’s preferred narrative. The floor of what happened, cross-checked across multiple independent monitoring organisations and measured against the government’s own admissions. These are the conservative numbers. The ones nobody argues with. The actual figures are almost certainly worse, which is the sort of sentence that deserves a moment of quiet before you move on from it.
The people dancing in the streets of New York — they know these numbers. They’ve been carrying them for years. While everyone else was busy finding the right filter.
The people most affected were celebrating. The people who never faced the cage were sulking. Sit with that.
Most people, if you asked them, would say they’d have been dancing.
So Where Was Everyone?
On 15 January 2026, activist Masih Alinejad stood up at the United Nations and named it. A silence, she said. A silence that betrays people by putting narratives ahead of actual human beings.
Except it wasn’t even silence, was it. Silence you can almost respect. Silence is just absence — the post that didn’t get written, the rally that somehow never got organised, the placard that never saw a street.
This was presence. Active, vocal, thoroughly organised presence. On the wrong side.
The Institute for Strategic Dialogue published a documented report — available to anyone with an internet connection — finding far-left Western accounts actively pushing the Iranian government’s own framing. Calling the protests “Mossad-supported riots.” Repeating the regime’s claim, almost word for word, that the whole thing was a CIA operation. Carrying water for the theocracy that was shooting the people their friends were dancing for. Whether they knew it or not is, at this point, almost beside the point.
And meanwhile the campuses that can mobilise a full protest infrastructure in 48 hours for causes on the approved list — banners, social media strategy, the oat milk, the whole machine — found they were otherwise engaged. Priorities, after all, are priorities.
Solidarity that needs the right political weather to work isn’t solidarity. It’s got a different name.
It’s an uncomfortable thing to notice in yourself, that one.
Why It Happened. Because It’s Not Complicated.
Trump said he supported the protesters.
That’s it. That’s the entire mechanism. One sentence from the wrong man and the whole progressive apparatus quietly filed Iran under “complicated” and moved on. Because in the tribal arithmetic we’re talking about, anything Trump supports must contain a trap. Must be approached sideways. Must at minimum be thoroughly stress-tested for ideological contamination before you attach your name to it.
Understandable, really. One has standards.
The Iranians dancing in the streets weren’t doing that arithmetic. They didn’t care who else was cheering. They were responding to forty-six years of experience. Not theory. Not a framework. Not someone on TikTok. They weren’t consulting a committee. They weren’t waiting for the optics to clarify themselves.
They were just free, briefly, and they celebrated it with everything they had.
The other crowd were consulting the framework. And the framework said: wait.
So they waited. And protested something else instead. Something cleaner. Something that didn’t come with the wrong people’s fingerprints already on it. Something suitable for a tote bag and a clear conscience.
That’s not politics. That’s not principle.
That’s hypocrisy with a social media strategy. And, one suspects, a very reasonable monthly direct debit to the right causes.
A movement that goes quiet when the people it claims to speak for are being killed has revealed something about itself that it won’t easily walk back.
Most of us have a list. We just don’t read it out loud.
Three Questions. Answered Honestly.
Is it practical?
Practicality was never the point. The women who watched Mahsa Amini die in custody in 2022 for the wrong angle on a headscarf — who went back out into those streets the next day anyway — weren’t running the numbers. They were refusing something unbearable. A different category of decision entirely. One most of us have never been asked to make and, if we’re honest with ourselves, would rather not examine too closely.
Is it logical?
The logic completed itself perfectly. A movement that claims to stand for women’s freedom and stays quiet while women are shot for asserting it hasn’t failed its principles. It’s demonstrated them. The result was just uncomfortable to say out loud — so most people didn’t. Far simpler to find a different kettle. One that boils on a more convenient schedule.
What’s the likely outcome?
The slow, permanent erosion of whatever credibility performative solidarity had remaining. The diaspora dancing in those streets has a record now. Who showed up. Who looked away. Who found themselves — perhaps without fully realising it — repeating the regime’s own lines on social media, blissfully unaware of the company they were keeping. That record doesn’t fade. It becomes part of how they read the world. And eventually, quietly, it becomes part of how the rest of us read ourselves too.
Whether we find the reading instructive is, of course, a matter of personal choice. There’s always something else to look at.
And should anyone need a postscript — word reaches us that a march may be planned for London in the coming weeks, most likely under the banner of the Stop the War Coalition. An organisation whose name, if you say it slowly enough, sounds remarkably like Stop Trying to Push Water Uphill Coalition. Which is, coincidentally, an equally accurate description of everything they’ve ever attempted. Not one war stopped. Not one. Though the placards have always been excellent.
They’ll probably be busy that day. Oat milk sales will likely spike accordingly.
And then there are the ones who weren’t marching.
The protests continued. The blackouts continued. The arrests continued.
In late January 2026, a man from Bushehr posted a video. His name was Pouria Hamidi. He was asking — anyone listening, Trump, Western governments, anyone at all — don’t make deals with the Islamic Republic. Don’t leave us here.
He wanted someone to hear him.
After he posted the video, he took his own life.
He posted the video first.
Sources & Verification.
Every factual claim in this article is documented and verifiable. Readers are encouraged to check everything.
The 2025-2026 Iran Protests — Timeline, Scale, Casualties Wikipedia: 2025–2026 Iranian protests https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2025%E2%80%9326_Iranian_protests
Death toll figures — government admission and human rights organisation estimates Human Rights Activists News Agency (HRANA)
https://www.en-hrana.org
Iran International — ongoing protest coverage https://www.iranintl.com/en
22,104 arrests figure HRANA documentation, cross-referenced with Iran International reporting
Digital shutdown — “genocide under cover of digital darkness” Iran International, January 2026 https://www.iranintl.com/en
Masih Alinejad — UN speech, 15 January 2026 France24 coverage of UN Security Council session
https://www.france24.com
Institute for Strategic Dialogue — far-left Western accounts amplifying regime narratives ISD documented report, January 2026
https://www.isdglobal.org
Mahsa Amini — death in custody, September 2022 Wikipedia: Death of Mahsa Amini https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Mahsa_Amini
Zarah Sultana MP — statements at London rally Jerusalem Post
https://www.jpost.com
GB News
https://www.gbnews.com
Mao Zedong’s Little Red Book Wikipedia: Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-tung https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quotations_from_Chairman_Mao_Tse-tung
Mothin Ali — Green Party Deputy Leader at pro-regime London rally GB News https://www.gbnews.com/politics/mothin-ali-green-party-deputy-leader-iran-protest-london-news
Iranian regime slogan “Death to England” and terror plots on British soil Kasra Aarabi, Tony Blair Institute for Global Change Cross-referenced with UK counterterrorism reporting
Pouria Hamidi — Bushehr, video post, January 2026 Iran International Middle East Forum
2026 Iranian diaspora protests — global celebrations Wikipedia: 2026 Iranian diaspora protests https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2026_Iranian_diaspora_protests
Not a journalist. Never claimed to be. Just someone who reads the room and checks the facts. thealmightygob.com
© The Almighty Gob, March 2026. All rights reserved.