Last week, Pope Benedict was giving a speech, the subject of which was that violence is incompatible with the nature of God.
In this speech, he quoted a 14th century Christian emperor who remarked that spreading Islam by means of the sword was inhuman and evil.
And, as might have been guessed, radical Muslim groups promptly called for the execution of the Pope, demanded he be tried in International Court for hate speech, promised to suicide bomb the Vatican and swore to kill any Vatican inhabitants who didn't convert to Islam.
Way to make his point, you sodding morons. "We're a religion of peace, and we'll by GOD kill, burn, bomb, beat, behead, imprison and tax anyone who says differently, so there!"
In response, the Pontiff said -- and I'm paraphrasing here -- "I am sorry that you got your panties in a wad."
I like this guy.
Again -- as might be guessed -- the more radical of Mohammeds followers promptly promised to behead the Pope, burn alive any Christians they could find and probably arranged for the brutal murder of a Catholic nun who was, believe it or not, actively engaged in helping the local Moslems.
I wonder if the Children of Mohammed realize how how they look to the rest of the world?
On one side we have the Pope, white robes, benedictions and always smiling -- and on the other paw we have the metaphorical equivalent of a pack of Alka-Seltzer chewing chihuahuas; little turbans flying off their heads while they spew foam in their berserk barking fury.
I'm going to give the Moslems out there a bit of advice, free of charge:
Y'all need to get your radical nutbars under control, and you need to do it sooner, rather than later. If your Militant Squirrel Brigades manage to hit the Vatican, stuff is going to go south in a big, bloody hurry.
And God forbid if one of your frothing idiots manages to twep the Pope. That Crusade y'all've been wetting your knickers over? Yeah.
I suggest that it would be in your best interests to take anyone who's seriously considering a hit on the Pontiff out behind the camel barn and smack him firmly about the head and shoulders with an axe.
Just my two cents worth. Take it or leave it as you will.