Posted on 05/13/2010 9:32:37 PM PDT by Aaron Worthing
The terrorists threaten to murder anyone who insults or even depicts their prophet in a cartoon. And as long as it is a handful of individuals being threatend—Salman Rushdie, Matt Stone, Trey Parker, and the dutch cartoonists—that threat is effective. You might even look at the murder of Theo Van Gogh and conclude it is not a bluff.
But it is a bluff. Because if enough people do it at once, they will not be able to carry through their threat. They can’t kill us all. It’s that simple.
That is why we must draw Mohammed. We must draw early and draw often.
And let me say something to the moderate Muslims who love freedom of speech and their prophet. While I can’t speak for everyone in this movement, I don’t draw to insult Muslims for the fun of it. If I could think of another way to defuse this threat to our sacred freedom of speech, I would do it. Your hurt feelings are the collateral damage in this fight for freedom.
But if you have not been told, it is time to learn. Freedom of speech is not just the freedom to say what everyone likes. It is the freedom to say what everyone hates. As Voltaire said, “I may disagree with what you have to say, but I shall defend to the death your right to say it.” And those of us in this movement are living that principle out.
And the reason why we believe in this freedom isn’t necessarily because we want to say awful things about your prophet, but if we propose to ban speech the next question becomes “who has the right to decide what exactly is banned and what is not?” You can’t trust the government with this kind of power—they will always use that power to prevent criticism of them. And you certainly can’t trust a bunch of thugs.
If you want to say, “I really wish you didn’t insult my prophet,” have at it. It’s your right. If you want to “retaliate” by insulting my cherished figures have at it. Here, let me give you a few targets. Jesus is my savior, and my favorite American figures are Lincoln, Washington, Thaddeus Stevens and Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. Internationally, I like Winston Churchill, Ghandi and Mandela. So sling your mud at them all you want, you won’t get any death threats from me. The correct response to speech you don’t like is counter-speech—that is, speech (not threats) in protest.
But, if you want to convince me and anyone else not to do it, then you need to offer a solution to this problem. We can’t just have our artists being bullied into silence. And we certainly can’t have any more Theo Van Goghs. So telling us to surrender or do nothing is not a solution.
And don’t tell me that your culture forbids it, or doesn’t respect freedom of speech and religion. Because here is the thing: I have a culture, too. And in my culture, not only do we believe in freedom, but we defend it, too.
(If you want to join this fight, come here: http://everyonedrawmohammed.blogspot.com/)
(Btw, total Free Republic noob here, so sorry if I make any newbie mistakes)
I just drew Moehotmed as a flea....
here he is:
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Bring it on Johnny jihad..
Not the false profit’s name has PORK in it..
HAM
The "Text Mohammed" funny face...
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He's shouting....mouth open...AAAHHH! Death to the JOOOOOS!
Ok,Ok, I'll keep my day job....
A few months ago I posted a picture here I did of Mohammed as a hog (Mo-ham-mud). Maybe I’ll see if I can dig it up.
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He's shouting....mouth open...AAAHHH! Death to the JOOOOOS!
Ok,Ok, I'll keep my day job....
Come to think of it.. we never have seen the two of them together...
I do sculptures of the poorfit (Pigs be inseminating him) every morning, then send them via water mail to Nawleens.
Obama dies and finds himself before the Pearly Gates.
He is very excited; all his life he’s had a secret wish and longed to meet the Prophet Mohammed.
Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, Barack meets a man with a beard.
“Are you Mohammed?” he asks.
“No, my son. I am Peter. Mohammed is higher up.” Peter then points to a ladder that rises into the clouds.
Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than Peter, Obama climbs the ladder in great strides.
He climbs through the clouds coming to a room where he meets another bearded man.
He asks again, “Are you Mohammed?”
“No, I am Moses. Mohammed is up higher.”
Exhausted, but with a heart full of joy he climbs the ladder yet again.
He discovers an even larger room where he meets another man with a beard.
Full of hope, he asks again, “Are you Mohammed?”
“No, I am Jesus... You will find Mohammed higher up.”
Mohammed higher than Jesus! Man! Obama can hardly contain his delight and climbs and climbs, ever higher. Once again, he reaches a larger room where he meets a man with a beard and repeats his question: “Are You Mohammed?” he gasps as he is, by now, totally out of breath from all his climbing.
“No, my son... I am God Almighty. But you look exhausted. Would you like a cup of coffee?”
“Yes! Please, my Lord”, replies Obama. God looks behind him, claps his hands and yells out: “Hey Mohammed— two coffees!”
In fact, me and my Ruger .357 magnum, my 9mm Taurus ParaOrdinance, my 12 guage Ithaca Riot Gun (with "optional" 30-round-can), my .228 Arkus sniper rifle with Nikon-Leupold Scope and 1,000-yard laser sighting... I know... that's cheating; so sue me. Ooops! You can't. You're DEAD!), we're all shaking in our Hoppes lubricant hoping we don't have to drill holes in anything with a tablecloth on its head.
I've never been so frightened. Ever. Really.
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Then the relatively sane among us can get back to enjoying life without worrying about Achmed and his stolen pickup truck full of fertilizer and gasoline.
Nice!
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