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.
These Muslim terrorists are getting shitter at what they do by the day.
Mohammad yesterday
News about a new film:
Life of Muhammad to be filmed, but don’t expect to see him on screen
In Hollywood terms, it was the greatest story almost never told – until now.
With Middle Eastern money becoming an increasingly powerful cog in the global entertainment industry, it was perhaps inevitable that, sooner or later, someone would embark on a mega-budget epic about the life of the Prophet Mohammed.
That moment has arrived thanks to a wealthy Qatari media company which has put together a team featuring a crack Hollywood producer and a Muslim cleric who is banned from visiting Britain to bring the project to life.
Plans for the $150million English-language biopic were announced at the close of the Doha Tribeca Film Festival in Qatar on Sunday. The narrative will run from the years before the Prophet’s birth through to his death but there will be one conspicuous break from conventional biopic methods: in accordance with Islamic tradition the film will not represent the Prophet himself or direct members of his family.
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A source close to the project said that Mel Gibson’s hugely successful (and gruesome) crucifiction film The Passion of the Christ had proved that there was a demand for religious-themed entertainment.
Barrie Osborne, a producer on the Lord of the Rings films and The Matrix optimistically envisages the film as a device that can help “bridging cultures”.
However, the press conference held to unveil the project demonstrated the risks inherent in any attempt to package the “true story” of the Prophet’s life for a global audience today.
TIMES
That sounds like a great idea. The story of an ancient warrior, who had romantic entanglements with young, old, and very young. A story so epic that it cannot be told, marketed or discussed.
Troubling to see today the sheer amount of cretins gathered together in Knock, Co. Mayo, looking at the sky. Fair play to Joe Coleman though, he is doing his best to make a living in hard times. So what if he’s taking money from the mentally ill. They wouldn’t know what to do with it if they didn’t have brazen conmen like Coleman to give it to.
In other news, sex perv dentist John Tait has vowed to continue opening young women’s blouses against their will. He is claiming that the Virgin Mary appeared to him while he was having a furious wank, instructing him to go out across the land and test the strength of all the bra-straps worn by pretty twentysomethings in Ireland.
I read on another blog that Thursday is National Blasphemy Day. It won’t be long before we’ll all be shot at dawn for cracking jokes about Jesus and his crew (I think; I haven’t read the proposed amendment to the Defamation Bill).
Let’s enjoy our freedom until then though; before we go back in time to the bad old days. Champion columnist of opinionated taxi drivers, Paddy Murray, is already getting himself in a kerfuffle over the indignation of the ‘lefties’:
This is an absolute failure to recognise that being Catholic or Muslim or Jewish or Hindu is as important to many of those who subscribe to those faiths, as being black or Chinese or gay is to those to whom such descriptions apply. Indeed, it is difficult to see where abusive and insulting blasphemy stops and incitement to hatred begins
Well, Paddy, I’m sorry to disappoint you but your faith is not really deserving of the same protection afforded to ethnic minorites or gays and lesbians. Religious beliefs are no more deserving of respect than political beliefs or choice of clothes. They are beliefs, after all. You believe in whatever the hell you want but don’t expect everyone else to respect it. I respect your right to believe in what you want, not necessarily the belief itself. Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
Here is a little taster of the Gilbert Ratchet strip in the May issue of Viz. Pope Benedict gets entangled in a condom and receives a ticking off from the Virgin Mary, who provides a nice upskirt for the parish rag.
