My favorite thing about the satiric magazine Charlie Hebdo (a publication I had not even heard about until many of the staffers were murdered the other day) is its equal-opportunity teasing of people and ideologies: politicians of every kind, governments in all parts of the world, religions of every belief. Humor has to be part of the human equation; if we take things too seriously in this fucked-up world, we run the risk of losing our minds out of sheer panic and distress. Satire is important, and it doesn't work without being irreverent and crass.
In other words ... Dear Fundamentalist Douchebags: Get over yourselves. I know it's cliche, but the pen is mightier than the sword. You can't kill everyone whose opinion differs from yours. Just because you and your friends have chosen not to think for yourselves, or to join some stupid ideological bandwagon, or to alleviate your painfully boring lives by training with AK-47s, doesn't mean the rest of us will drink your shitty, religious or cultural Kool-Aid.
In many countries, I would be killed for what I did last week: I am a woman, first of all, so that doesn't bode well for me. I am a teacher, something which is apparently bad, based on the number of schools being bombed around the world on any given day. And I printed out a bunch of Charlie Hebdo's cartoons and displayed them at the front of my classroom, so my students could see how childish those Parisian murderers were.
Fatwa, anyone? If I knew how to draw, I'd draw a picture of Mohammed and attach it to this blog post, because I don't give a shit what any of those people think. You know what I think? If there is a heaven, murderers don't go there. And if Mohammed was alive, he'd just be disappointed in the general stupidity of religious fundamentalists who take the power of god in their own hands. Next time, just shoot yourself first and get it over with.
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