the uniform somberness of the coast, seemed to keep me away from the truth within the toil of a mournful and senseless delusion

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Grilled cheese sandwhiches. It was inevitable that they too would go the way of coffee and be haute cultured, teflon coated, and California dry tomatoed, but they do look good, The Greatest Grilled Cheese Sandwiches in America . In my formative years I knew of no other grilled cheese then those prepared in a cast iron frying pan. In the south as we have had the well known and never ending war over the best barbeque; there has been a battle of lesser glamour, that of the proper way to season a new cast iron skillet. There is actually only one way to begin, of that there is little doubt, though we could look at as the fraternal twins of seasoning. Take a big spoon full of bacon drippings saved from a previous fry and place in pan. Then fry either some more bacon, at least six stripes or six slices of fat back ( bacon's fat brother). You heard me, fat back. If you don't know what it is just go have a caffe latte and some frozen yogurt. Cook the fat back or bacon and remove. Let the fat set in the pan overnight. The next day warm up the bacon/fat back grease just enough to make pourable and save for another day. Wipe out the pan with paper towels. Do not wash with detergent. No, at this point your pan is not seasoned, that will take at least a couple months of repeating this process, but you can fix a decent grilled cheese. Bread should be buttered first on both sides. I'm not a snob about cheese, whatever you like, except those little slices that come wrapped in plastic. If you use plastic wrapped cheese you will grow a wart on your nose and your nose will eventually fall off is all I'm say'n.

I don't know that humanity as a whole has had a firmer grasp of reality in the past sans TV, radio, and the internet; only that modern media have replaced to some degree the town cryer, the pamphleteer, chuch edicts, and junk mail. Defining reality has always been a contest between those of a more rational bent, and those that seem to prefer a made up world shaped by the desire to see things in a certain way regardless of the evidence. Empirists of every generation have dragged the rest of the world kicking and screaming into a more rational world view, from Galileo to Richard Feynman. Rational and empirical is a hard road, but once taken, and there are many that will never understand this, there is no going back. Reality in Desuetude (or, Iran So Far Away)

Libby Says Bush, Cheney Didn't Authorize CIA Agent's Name Leak
Not exactly the point. No one in the administration had the authority to reveal a CIA agent's identity or authorize someone else to do so.

Terrorists are bad, except when they're not, On Cheney, Rumsfeld order, US outsourcing special ops, intelligence to Iraq terror group, intelligence officials say and thanks to Preemptive Karma for this background at Global Security, Mujahedin-e Khalq Organization (MEK or MKO)

MEK was founded in the 1960s by a group of college-educated Iranian leftists opposed to the country’s pro-Western ruler, Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi. Although the group took part in the 1979 Islamic revolution that replaced the shah with a Shiite Islamist regime, MEK’s ideology, a blend of Marxism and Islamism, put it at odds with the postrevolutionary government. In 1981, the group was driven from its bases on the Iran-Iraq border and resettled in Paris, where it began supporting Iraq in its eight-year war against Khomeini’s Iran. In 1986, MEK moved its headquarters to Iraq where it received its primary support to attack the regime in Iran. During the 2003 Iraq war, U.S. forces cracked down on MEK’s bases in Iraq, and in June 2003 French authorities raided an MEK compound outside Paris and arrested 160 people, including Maryam Rajavi.

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The group has targeted Iranian government officials and government facilities in Iran and abroad; during the 1970s, it attacked Americans in Iran. While the group says it does not intentionally target civilians, it has often risked civilian casualties. It routinely aims its attacks at government buildings in crowded cities. MEK terrorism has declined since late 2001. Incidents linked to the group include…

A friend is my friend when my enemy is also an enemy of my friend's cousin if its Tuesday and the moon is in the house of the raising sun. Now is everyone clear on the whole fighting terrorism thing.

These terrorists kill not merely to end lives, but to disrupt and end a way of life. With every atrocity, they hope that America grows fearful, retreating from the world and forsaking our friends. They stand against us, because we stand in their way.

We are not deceived by their pretenses to piety. We have seen their kind before. They are the heirs of all the murderous ideologies of the 20th century. By sacrificing human life to serve their radical visions — by abandoning every value except the will to power — they follow in the path of fascism, and Nazism, and totalitarianism. And they will follow that path all the way, to where it ends: in history's unmarked grave of discarded lies. -G. W. Bush September 2001

The idleness of a passenger, my isolation amongst all these
men with whom I had no point of contact, the oily and languid sea, the
uniform somberness of the coast, seemed to keep me away from the truth
of things, within the toil of a mournful and senseless delusion. The
voice of the surf heard now and then was a positive pleasure, like the
speech of a brother. It was something natural, that had its reason, that
had a meaning. Now and then a boat from the shore gave one a momentary
contact with reality. It was paddled by black fellows. You could see
from afar the white of their eyeballs glistening. They shouted, sang;
their bodies streamed with perspiration; they had faces like grotesque
masks–these chaps; but they had bone, muscle, a wild vitality, an
intense energy of movement, that was as natural and true as the surf
along their coast. They wanted no excuse for being there. They were a
great comfort to look at. For a time I would feel I belonged still to
a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long.
Something would turn up to scare it away.

from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad