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PSIPHON: A Revolution in Freedom of Choice

It’s fun to see authoritarian regimes cringe under the growing power of technology to circumvent online censorship. The latest darling of Iranians wanting to access news and freely express themselves in the face of disputed presidential elections is Psiphon. The software has already been downloaded by 18,000 Iranians in the last 10 days.

Iranian authorities are so petrified of dissidents stoking protests over the rigged elections using Psiphon that they have accused Canada of supporting the software maker’s “efforts to spread insurrection in Iran."

Freedom can only be delayed, not defeated. Religious fanatics and authoritarians will learn it the hard way. So be it.

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