Got to disagree about the cartoons issue - it was NOT a political cartoon, but one which insulted a religious figure. I agree that political cartoons should not be censored: if the cartoonist had drawn a modern Islamic leader with his turban as a bomb, fair enough. The fact is, he chose to insult someone who is enshrined in Koranic, ie religious law. This is tantamount to saying David was a Phillistine-murdering thug or Peter was a sword waving maniac who attacked someone doing his duty, or God was a mass child-murderer who killed the first born of Egypt. When people have a religious significance, the normal rules do not apply - it is too emotive. Perhaps they need to develop a thicker skin, but then why should they? Just because social morals have lapsed and the concepts of honour and respect have been diminished, is that right?
As an atheist of thirty years, I personally couldn\'t give two hoots about God, Allah, Buddha, Mithras or even Zeus. However, I do respect the right of others to believe in any religion they like, providing they don\'t try to force it on me *, a right which should be respected and tolerated, whatever others might think. Similarly, their religion should not be attacked in this way. I do know a lot of Muslims and they are horrified and worried by what is happening, recognising the greater alienation recent events are causing.
* they\'d fail incidentally. :wink:
I must admit, it\'s good to have such an educated debate here - makes a change from the freddie-leith battles.
I\'ll leave the last word to Lemmy, however. It says it all:
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequies and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic sacred whore
I twist the truth, I rule the world,
my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician, and i decide your fate
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I hold you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palaces,
your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down