Groan
It’s 2010 in Ireland’s capital city and I, like a lot of other people, don’t have running water.
Most of us barely escaped with our lives, after that devastating snow-storm last week. Now that the few centimetres of sludge have cleared, I wonder, as a nation, if we will ever be the same again. I think I’m going to cry now. I might ring John Waters to join me.
Then I turn on Prime Time and this Ali Selim cunt is rubbing his hands with glee over the blasphemy legislation, saying how he hopes that it is a first step and that blasphemy law needs to be taken further. I’ll take it further alright. I’ll shove it up your arse.
Little wonder that Muslim groups are among the main supporters of the law, they don’t even pretend to value free speech or intellectual thought.
The Muslim countries are working away in the UN, attempting to get support for a treaty that would protect religious belief from mockery.
You would think they would be content with Islam’s privileged place as the religion most people steer clear of mocking. I hate the cowardly comedians that are convinced they are edgy because they repeat the same old jokes about Christianity and the other religions while staying well away from even mentioning Islam.
I don’t know why they have any interest in a blasphemy law. I spoke to Allah the other day and he didn’t have a problem with mockery of religion. Neither did Mohammed. In fact he told me he liked the odd bit of mockery, to keep him on his toes. If anyone wants to ask a Mohammed a question, he’ll be staying in my toilet bowl for the next few days, until the water is turned back on and I can flush him away.
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