- Digression: 13 novels, each approaching 1000 pages = door-stop weight. Yeah, there is some fluff. Here's a hint: skip every chapter that has the P.O.V. of a girl. The author is a high-fantasy male author, so naturally about half the time the female characters are either concerned with how their boobs look in their clothes, or whether or not they'll get laid by one of the 3 main male characters. Oh yeah, and they can do magic.
Not to say that you should shy away from decrying ignorance when see or hear it, but most of the times it's better to just leave that can o' worms buried deep because, like when it comes organized religion, people will believe what they want. I'm pretty sure that's in the Constitution.
However, there seems to be one thing that my friends and I all seem to agree on: Iran is bat-shit insane. It's probably simple math: when A and B don't see eye to eye, well shit, at least we are not C. The cat was probably out of the bag when their failed "Most Interesting Man in the World" contestant/leader, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, repeatedly stated that the Holocaust was a hoax and that, unlike the U.S., homosexuality did not exist in Iran.
We all have someone like this in our family tree. When I was 12, I had to listen to a great-uncle say how they had a hootinanny of a party because his granddaughter had finally beaten a "Negro girl" in track and field. My mom quickly took me to get ice-cream that was, unconsciously or not, chocolate.
Whether Ahmadenejad is a talking puppet or not, him and his outspoken "views" are merely a tool to further insight distabalization in the Middle East through division. Like my racist uncle, there is no we, but us and them. So it was particularly peachy today to see Ahmadenejad's reaction when he was first told by an American Time reporter that apparently, everyone knows what's going on his basement.
Taste that, Ahmadenejad? Yeah, that ice-cream is "oh-shit" flavored.