The only thing this Khamenei with the pompous title "Supreme" Leader of Iran is qualified for is to iron my shirt. This mental midget is sophomoric even in what he claims is his forte, the Quran. I bet if me and mister "there's a Jew hiding under my bed!" Mullah mouth were set down before an impartial panel of Islamic scholars from all muslim sects worldwide, I would defeat this throwback hands down on the finer elements of the Quran and declared the "victor" by the panel, and I am not even a Muslim, I am a Hindu.
But this fascist with a bomb in his turban won't debate muslims in his own country, he only knows how to kill them along with a rather mental fear of Bahai'is as if their touch gives germs. It is pretty clear now, accounting for his constant 12 year old mentality in his declarations, tweets, and statements from this tottering 76 year old broom, this guy is an illegal alien on the planetary scale, he snuck in to planet earth and needs to be deported from the universe, he definetly is a criminal alien in the solar system. Shave his legs, please.
The Bahá'í Faith is the largest religious minority in Iran, with around 300,000 members and 8,000,000 members worldwide and is officially considered a dangerous cult by this throwback - that alone reveals that he has the brain of an old worm infested potato. He has this quirky phobia that they are going to give him germs, I swear to God. He needs to stop killing them, because rumor is he has even had suspicions one of his sons is a secret Bahai "agent of deceit".
We know from the underground Green Movement which he murders, and which has survivors in exile in France, of his private opulence and eccentric stomach issues after constantly gorging on caviar. He blabbers incoherent threats, like yesterday his old man madcap blather that Israel won't exist in 25 years (viz because he is personally going to call the "madhi" from a well in Persia and then he will personally beat to death every Jew with one of his 107 bejeweled and rhino tusk and elephant ivory walking sticks with the "madhi's" blessing during the "blessed" nuclear war). The one thing that is for sure that won't exist in 25 years is this old man who will be dead a long time before 25 years from his wretched health problems. Maybe from smoking, too, he has this huge collection of bejeweled pipes that he keeps in his "penthouse" in one of the former Shah's palace. I feel sorry for this old creep's horses, he also has the stable of lineage horses as his personal collection, he doesn't even know two of them are "Jewish" (from an old line raised by Jewish ancestors) that are probably the best of the entire stable. There is an account with his name on the online TVI horse racing website, some speculate it's him though unproven but I "bet" he plays the ponies. Anyway, he has a known and constant bout with depression and actually betting on horse races has proven it helps enliven the depressed and study of the Daily Racing Form stimulates the mind, he doesn't read the Quran very well anyway since his public statements put a light on his ignorance of Quran and Islam. His vulgar jokes actually are not funny, he is about as funny as Hillary Clinton. One thing Hillary and this old man share in common is it seems some of his wide-reaching business connections, including interests in European manufacturers, African mobile phone companies and international commodities markets, includes some of the same one's Hillary has. It's true, they have differences, too, Hillary doesn't have that big, knob end, Jewish nose the old man has ... but Bill does.
This guy has to wear special cloaks woven from hair of specially bred camels. Wonder how these camels are specially bred. I think he keeps some of them in one of his six palaces, including Niavaran, the former resident of the Shah in Tehran. Two of the palaces - Niavaran and Vakilabad - are equipped with deep, reinforced concrete bunker. I guess to protect him from those Bahai'is and his phobia with their "germs".
What an old nutty mullah. Any "agreement" with this hag is as about negotiating with an old mule that sits in his own wagon and is going to fall between two stools of his phobias and his old man hissy jobs. It will be broken before the pigeon on his head poops.