Above the post update: The Imperial Consiglieri is less verbose, but equally on point in his comments.
Looks like that grandstanding jerk Terry Jones (no, not the funny guy from the Pythons) finally couldn’t stand it and decided to burn his copy of that textbook of barbarian violence, the unholy koran, anyway.
But whether he’s a grandstanding fucknozzle is really besides the point as that discussion is, in our oh-so humble opinion, purely academic.
It’s also not of any particular interest that the religion of piss and its head-chopping, child-strangling, pedophile worshipers immediately reacted by going on a murderous rampage on utterly innocent human beings. That’s what they do because that’s what they are, and anybody in need of another object lesson in their utter uselessness and subhuman barbarity at this point in history is beyond teaching anyway.
What is interesting, if you can call “utterly fucking infuriating” interesting, is that chowderheaded choadmunchers like South Carolina’s very own Senator Miss Lindsay
Lohan Grahamnesty are, once again, crawling out from under their rocks to institute shariah “law” in the U.S. in order to appease the un-appeasable.
“I wish we could find a way to hold people accountable. Free speech is a great idea, but we’re in a war,” Graham told CBS’ Bob Schieffer on “Face the Nation” Sunday.
“During World War II, we had limits on what you could do if it inspired the enemy,” Graham said, adding certain speech can “put our troops at risk.”
Oh yes. We remember all too well the onerous laws, rules and regulations of WWII making it a federal offense to mock, ridicule or in any way offend Hitler and Tojo, lest it infuriate the enemy and thus “put our troops at risk.” It was almost harder to get away with telling a Hitler joke in this country than it was in Nazi Germany.
Seriously, South Carolina: Doesn’t it ever embarrass you that you keep re-electing a moron who has less functioning synapses than toe fungus? No, we’re not laughing with you, in case you’re wondering.
So Miss Lindsay wants to make it illegal to offend pisslam because it makes the tender little princesses upset which, in turn, leads to them murdering anything with a pulse they can lay their simian paws on.
Which, of course, we can already hear the “pragmatic” “conservative” pundits bleat in unison, is nothing at all like instituting de facto blasphemy laws (for select, ruthlessly violent “religions” only) in this country, nor is it anything at all like shredding the First Amendment.
There are no “grades” of free speech. Either you have it or you don’t.
And don’t even think about blaming that fuckwad Terry Jones in the slightest for the barbaric actions of those “peaceful”, deranged pisslamic pigs and monkeys.
Let’s say that His Imperial Majesty proclaimed, far and wide, that unless he sees a couple of grand drop into his tip jar by the end of this month, he’s going to take it as a mortal insult and go on a murdering spree in the neighborhood to act out his “frustration” and “legitimate grievance of not getting enough tips.”
Should the tip jar fail to perform and should His Imperial Majesty then decide to systematically murder every one of his neighbors, would it then be OK to blame you, dear readers, for not handing over enough of your own hard-earned money? After all, it was YOUR lack of generosity that put His Majesty’s neighbors in danger.
Or what if we proclaim that anybody saying anything even remotely offensive about the greatest sci-fi show in the history of sci-fi shows, Firefly, will outrage us to the point where we simply cannot help ourself but have to go burn down a strip mall with everybody still inside it?
We better pass a law right quick that makes it illegal to disparage Joss’ masterpiece, lest some idiot put our local strip malls and their customers in danger by making jokes about Captain Mal.
See how fucking stupid this is?
Good. It puts you head and shoulders, intellectually speaking, above the combined electorate of South Carolina which, to be quite honest, isn’t saying all that much.
But still, it’s something.