"They 'made fun' of Muhammad by carefully not showing his image, as I recall, thereby observing sharia law."
You are not *quite* recollecting it accurately. It was Comedy Central that refused to allow SP to show Muhammad, but SP then went meta and called Comedy Central out for being chickenshits for it. That whole episode was one big mockery of the "don't draw Muhammad" bullshit.
AMSTERDAM — Nothing marks the spot on an unremarkable street in east Amsterdam where on Nov. 2, 2004, Mohammed Bouyeri, a 26-year-old Moroccan Dutchman — saying he was acting to defend the name of Allah — shot dead, then slashed the throat of the Dutch filmmaker, television host and provocateur Theo van Gogh. Few events have been planned to mark the 10th anniversary, and many here are weary of the national soul searching the killing prompted. But the day is still seared in people’s minds.
There he is -- my husband, Kurt Cobain -- laying on the floor with his head looking like a crushed watermelon, with a shotgun set by his side. Now I have seen horrible things in my life before, and I have done horrible things, but this tore my guts apart like Stockton heroin...
I knelt beside him, and -- My God -- there were little bits of brain on the floor, not unlike pieces of bloody ground hamburger. And maybe it was because I was high on Stockton heroin and hadn't eaten in four days but I could not resist the compulsion to put one of those bloody bits in my mouth: it was not unlike tuna sushi, and now he was inside me, his mind was inside me, now and forever, who was the crazy one now Mr. Man, I could practically taste the adrenaline but I wasn't sure if the adrenaline was mine or his, does adrenaline drip from the brain? Would his brain inside me write me a song? I tried humming, but it sounded like Candlebox...
I sat cross-legged on the floor, the taste of brain fresh in my mouth, when I heard it: a soft gurgling sound, and a bubbling spittle of blood on his lips. Kurt was still alive: and I think he was trying to write me a song: sing, baby, sing...!
I put my ear to what remained of his mouth but it wasn't a song, not unless it was one of those artsy experimental things that no one wants to hear: it was just gurgling, even though it did kinda sound like Michael Stipe...
Still: Kurt was alive! I realized what I had to do: I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and started fellating him until he had a sad little partial erection, then I slipped him inside me. You. Will. Give. Me. Another. Child. Bastard. He ejaculated weakly, moaned, and then died...
Nine months later I had our Child, Billy Corgan Cobain, in secret. This child will never leave me, he will always be in the box in the attic in Beverly Hills forever, waiting for me to sing to him again and again, mine will be the only voice he will ever hear...
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23 comments:
Muhammad? Not so much. That rich vein of humor awaits the writer with the balls to tap it.
Everyone? I think they mean almost no one.
They "made fun" of Muhammad by carefully not showing his image, as I recall, thereby observing sharia law.
If Cobain had instead turned the shotgun on Courtney twenty years ago he'd be out of prison by now and his problem would've been solved.
I am Laslo.
Although, being in prison as the author of the song "Rape Me" might prove problematic.
I am Laslo.
The idea of having a hologram Michael Jackson play the part of Peter Pan is pure genius.
SP did have an image of Mohammed on in the past. It was Comedy Central that cut him out later.
Before I clicked on the comments I was trying to figure out when Sarah Palin made fun of God, Jesus, Muhammed & Buddha.
Maybe I should start following the links.
"They 'made fun' of Muhammad by carefully not showing his image, as I recall, thereby observing sharia law."
You are not *quite* recollecting it accurately. It was Comedy Central that refused to allow SP to show Muhammad, but SP then went meta and called Comedy Central out for being chickenshits for it. That whole episode was one big mockery of the "don't draw Muhammad" bullshit.
"SP did have an image of Mohammed on in the past. It was Comedy Central that cut him out later."
That too.
No, everybody actually did not go crazy over the Kurt Cobain reference. It was just a bunch of bloggers pretending to go crazy.
These people that had a problem should be mocked and this topic is not serious.
Laslo already won the thread though he forgot to mention how much bad music it would have saved us from.
So Kurt Kobain is God?
Kurt Cobain had two blue eyes.
One blew this way, and the other blew that way.
It's been a while since I've watched SP, and watched this to what the fuss was about. That's some funny ass shit.
Much of today's outrage should be met with a collective yawn.
They "made fun" of Muhammad by carefully not showing his image, as I recall, thereby observing sharia law.
THEY didn't. Comedy Central made demands. They even intentionally added quite offensive Jesus animatiom to prove a point.
" Muhammad? Not so much. That rich vein of humor awaits the writer with the balls to tap it."
not worth the risk. certainly not worth the risk for comedy. apparently not worth the risk for entertainment/documentary of any kind.
see theo van gogh
AMSTERDAM — Nothing marks the spot on an unremarkable street in east Amsterdam where on Nov. 2, 2004, Mohammed Bouyeri, a 26-year-old Moroccan Dutchman — saying he was acting to defend the name of Allah — shot dead, then slashed the throat of the Dutch filmmaker, television host and provocateur Theo van Gogh. Few events have been planned to mark the 10th anniversary, and many here are weary of the national soul searching the killing prompted. But the day is still seared in people’s minds.
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/11/02/arts/provocateurs-death-haunts-the-dutch-.html?_r=0
ten years ago last month
Meh, as Lisa Simpson would say. Much ado about nothing.
There he is -- my husband, Kurt Cobain -- laying on the floor with his head looking like a crushed watermelon, with a shotgun set by his side. Now I have seen horrible things in my life before, and I have done horrible things, but this tore my guts apart like Stockton heroin...
I knelt beside him, and -- My God -- there were little bits of brain on the floor, not unlike pieces of bloody ground hamburger. And maybe it was because I was high on Stockton heroin and hadn't eaten in four days but I could not resist the compulsion to put one of those bloody bits in my mouth: it was not unlike tuna sushi, and now he was inside me, his mind was inside me, now and forever, who was the crazy one now Mr. Man, I could practically taste the adrenaline but I wasn't sure if the adrenaline was mine or his, does adrenaline drip from the brain? Would his brain inside me write me a song? I tried humming, but it sounded like Candlebox...
I sat cross-legged on the floor, the taste of brain fresh in my mouth, when I heard it: a soft gurgling sound, and a bubbling spittle of blood on his lips. Kurt was still alive: and I think he was trying to write me a song: sing, baby, sing...!
I put my ear to what remained of his mouth but it wasn't a song, not unless it was one of those artsy experimental things that no one wants to hear: it was just gurgling, even though it did kinda sound like Michael Stipe...
Still: Kurt was alive! I realized what I had to do: I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and started fellating him until he had a sad little partial erection, then I slipped him inside me. You. Will. Give. Me. Another. Child. Bastard. He ejaculated weakly, moaned, and then died...
Nine months later I had our Child, Billy Corgan Cobain, in secret. This child will never leave me, he will always be in the box in the attic in Beverly Hills forever, waiting for me to sing to him again and again, mine will be the only voice he will ever hear...
I am Laslo.
They lost the Chef character when they made fun of Scientologists.
I'd never heard of, nor paid any attention to any of the music of, Kurt Cobain before he killed himself.
Now popular culture demands that I know of his suicide and be not only decent, but reverent, about it.
I'm with the SP folks on this one.
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