I don’t know if you’ve read about Hamza Kashgari, but what a humdinger of an insane little story. Hamza is a young Saudi journalist who tweeted a few tweets on the birthday of Muhammed (the guy who started Islam), pretending to write dialogue with Muhammed himself.
Quoting from the Huffington Post: “Addressing the Prophet, Kashgari said he “loved the rebel in you” and that he “loved some aspects of you, hated others.””
That resulted in a ton of people going ballistic, Islamic clerics weeping on Youtube about his blasphemy, calls for his execution, Hamza’s abject and public repentance, more calls for execution, Hamza fleeing to Malaysia, and his subsequent arrest there by the authorities.
As far as I can tell, I guess he’s waiting deportation back to Saudia Arabia.
Here’s another quote from the Huffer: “”The only choice is for Kashgari to be killed and crucified in order to be a lesson to other secularists,” an online reader of al-Madina newspaper, Abu Abdulrahman, commented on the news of Kashgari’s extradition Sunday.”
Okay, here’s my quick and expert analysis.
The Muslims involved are crazy. Hamza is brave, but slightly dumb. I have full faith that the Muhammed guy, if he’s still hanging around in the spirit world and has any power, is fully capable of defending himself. If he isn’t, then the Islamic religion is just a bit of meaningless twaddle and should go the way of the Rubik’s cube.
In a show of solidarity with Hamza (peace be upon his head), here’s some brief dialogue I’ve written between myself and Muhammed.
Zap: Hey, Mo. How’s it hanging?
Mo: I am tired of these 72 virgins. They are always complaining. They want to get HBO, but the cable service down here is quite bad. Very bad, I tell you.
Zap: Have you tried the Dish?
Mo: The Dish? Is that some kind of hummus? I love hummus. I would trade ten of these virgins for a dish of hummus.
Anyway, Mo’s not a great conversationalist. Here’s a link for a petition to release poor old Hamza.