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We live in an age where every superstition but one may be lampooned without fear. The Christian can be portrayed as a slack-jawed yokel, forever polishing his pickup truck adorned with a fish decal. The Jew as a neurotic accountant, still haggling with God over the fine print of Sinai. The Hindu is a polytheistic eccentric with gods in every shade of blue. The Buddhist as a stoned droner afloat on incense. All of them are mocked in cartoons, sitcoms, lecture halls, and late-night monologues.
Yet scratch the surface of Islam with so much as a doodled pen, and you will find not satire but fatwa; not rejoinder but riot; not debate but death. It is the last sacred cow, and Western civilisation, in its infinite cowardice, has not merely declined to slaughter it but has knelt before it.
The evidence is not theoretical. It is written in blood. Danish cartoons. Charlie Hebdo. Salman Rushdie, half-blinded by the knife decades after the Ayatollah declared his novel an executable offence.
Samuel Paty, a schoolteacher, was decapitated in the suburbs of Paris for showing cartoons of Muhammad while permitting students to leave if they wished. The Bataclan massacre. Madrid’s trains, London’s tubes, Beslan’s schoolchildren, New York’s towers. The roll call of mass murder by those convinced that killing in God’s name is not only permissible but obligatory. And what is our response? Not resistance. Not ridicule. But apology, mewling apology. “Don’t notice. Don’t generalise. Don’t offend.”
Robert Spencer and other scholars have noted the obvious heresy that dare not speak its name: Muhammad himself may never have existed.
The gap between his supposed death and the first written records is longer than the history of the United States. He is described referencing cities that did not yet exist. His biography, pieced together from hearsay centuries later, looks less like reportage than retroactive mythmaking, designed to sanctify empire with divine stationery.
If this were Christianity, the scholars would pounce. If this were Judaism, critics would dissect it.
But because it is Islam, the knives are unsheathed not in libraries but in the streets. Christianity endured higher criticism and Darwin; Islam stabs novelists and cartoonists.
Here is where the comparisons sting. Christianity — however belatedly, however bloodily — endured a Reformation, a Counter-Reformation, and eventually the Enlightenment. Its texts were re-read, mistranslated, weaponised, and finally deconstructed.
Out of this bloody wrangle emerged the very freedoms that allow even its enemies to mock it. Judaism, for its part, long ago ceased to be a missionary faith; it survived pogrom, inquisition, ghetto, and gas chamber, not by killing its critics but by remembering itself.
One faith thinned its blood with criticism and grew stronger; the other toughened its sinews in suffering. Islam alone has refused any such reckoning. Its answer to criticism is the blade. Its response to satire is the bomb. Its method of persuasion is slaughter.
And yet, instead of confronting this, our leaders capitulate.
When Britain’s Tahir Ali demanded blasphemy laws in Parliament — blasphemy laws, those medieval claws pried loose by Locke and Voltaire — the Prime Minister, Keir Starmer, could have thundered that no book is above mockery and no prophet beyond parody.
Instead, he curdled into jelly. “Desecration is awful,” he simpered, promising to fight “Islamophobia in all its forms.” Not one syllable about liberty. Not one echo of Mill’s ringing defence of free speech. It was the verbal equivalent of tepid dishwater.
Meanwhile, our universities — once citadels of inquiry — have become praetorian guards for this faith. Equity offices, staffed by commissars of “safety,” inflate complaints of Islamophobia while ignoring every other insult to Jews, Christians, Sikhs, or Hindus. “Harm,” “unsafe climate,” “harassment” — these are the new blasphemy codes, written not in Arabic but in therapeutic jargon.
The Enlightenment, for which men bled and died, is betrayed by bureaucrats whose only courage is to recycle the slogans of grievance studies.
Islam, if we are honest, is less theology than logistics. Its genius was to promise loot and paradise to desert tribes, weld them into an army, and crown the enterprise with heaven’s seal. Its obsessions were violence and sex. Muhammad — if he existed — was a warlord and sensualist, bending revelations to his appetites.
Paradise is not union with God but a celestial brothel stocked with compliant virgins. Women are not liberated but tagged, hidden behind cloth, not for holiness but ownership. To cover a woman until faceless is not to sanctify her but to advertise her as property. And yet our feminists — once proud to torch bras — now rush to defend the burqa as “empowerment.” One marvels at the audacity of such dishonesty.
This is why Islam must be criticised, not out of malice. Not to single Muslims out as uniquely wicked. But because this one religion is uniquely shielded by cowardice. Because it alone insists its prophet cannot be mocked, its book cannot be touched, its taboos must bind not only its believers but the entire world. Because violence has become its veto, and our leaders have capitulated.
The truth is simple: if Muhammad cannot be mocked, then Voltaire died in vain. If the Qur’an cannot be questioned, then the Enlightenment itself is a failed experiment. If a cartoon means a death sentence, then our liberty is already over. We cannot allow one creed to veto the very essence of human inquiry.
So let us say it without wobble, without apology, and without fear: Islam is not immune. It is a human invention, as flawed as any other, and must be subject to the same ridicule, satire, and criticism as all others. To exempt it is not sensitivity but surrender. And if surrender is the price of safety, then we have already traded our birthright of freedom for the bowl of gruel called “respect.” Better to be accused of blasphemy than to live as a serf to intimidation.
To borrow from Hitchens himself: “What can be asserted without evidence can be dismissed without evidence.”
Islam asserts without evidence and kills those who notice. That is why it must be criticised — loudly, mercilessly, and perpetually. Not to destroy Muslims, but to remind them, and ourselves, that no idea is above mockery. Especially not the last sacred cow.
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And yet spreading like a plague with the help of the globalist who believe they will control them until they are marched to the scaffold
Islam is an 8th century, misogynistic, paedophilic, racist, imperialist death cult. Prove me wrong.