(September 17, 2014 at 7:47 am)Brian37 Wrote:(September 17, 2014 at 7:21 am)Lemonvariable72 Wrote: The humanist group defined ayaan's speech as hate speech?
According to the article it seems so. This is what I fucking hate about PC liberals. When someone is pointing out the harm religion causes you dont fucking condemn the person doing it, you get angry at the people using religion to harm others.
Why would anyone protect any asshole in any religion, picking up a book, reading it(right or wrong) and using it to justify sexism, homophobia, fear of outsiders and justify violence?
Religion will not go away, but it must be treated as the poison it is, much like you cannot get rid of highways or cars, but you have to pragmatically treat a car like a weapon.
No one can take a Bobcat bucket loader and remove Mt Fuji. But the mistake liberal and moderate believers of ALL religions make, is assuming because the volcano is currently dormant, and because "most people in my religion don't do that", assumes the volcano will never explode.
It is not a matter of "most people do not do that", the poison of religion is that people forget that all it takes is "just enough".
Ayaan has no intent on sticking Muslims in ovens like Hitler did with Jews. But it is bullshit to say that there is no sexism or oppression going on in the Middle East.
I find it quite ironic that Islam is the perfect example of the volcano analogy you make. For centuries they were far more moderate and advanced then the west, now look at them since the ottomans fell.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
