Let us kill all the teddy bears
Note to radical Muslims: I've now named my favorite coffee mug
'Muhammad.' Hope that helps
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Here's what I like to do every time I see a throng of frothing
religious zombies marching in the streets of Sudan or Pakistan or
Colorado Springs or anywhere else in the world, carrying knives and
torches and holding festering clots of fear in their hearts as they
burn flags or photographs or copies of "The Goblet of Fire" or "The
Golden Compass" or that sweet little book about the cute gay penguins
in the Central Park Zoo and all screaming for the instant death of
someone who dared to suggest that, say, Jesus was actually a liberal
pacifist or that L. Ron Hubbard was a nutball hack or that it's
perfectly delightful to let sweet little schoolkids name a sweet
little teddy bear 'Muhammad.'
I try to remember. No wait, that's not quite right. First, I get past
the wave of nausea and sadness, that hot, palpable feeling that we
are, still and forever, a baffled and insane and deeply doomed
species and the world of man is indeed bleak and hopeless on far too
many levels to count.
Yes. Must get past that.
Then I remember. I remember the remaining 1.2 billion Muslims of the
world who are also reading about the Great Teddy Bear Blasphemy of
2007 and going oh holy hell no, please, Allah no, not this again, not
these inbred fundamentalist jackals making us all look so horribly
bad, and why does the media insist on showing such a harsh,
fragmented picture of a generally peaceful (albeit overly militant)
faith and is there really nothing we can do?
I remember how difficult it must be in this, the age of instant and
global and yet often wrongheaded media coverage, for the average true
believer of any of the world's giant, confused religions to stay
focused and faithful and full of piety, considering the increasing
number of mindless zealots who so effortlessly poison their spiritual
well. (...)
