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Burn, Idiot, Burn

I found myself debating someone I don't know on Facebook about how to view the events of this weekend, in which the Wrong Reverend Terry Jones burned a Koran, to great fanfare, and Muslims in Afghanistan showed what they thought of this by slaughtering over 20 people, most of them UN workers.


So what was the debate? I commented that Jones wanted to find out what would happen if he did this (he'd expressed the intention to do it last summer but was talked out of it). Now he knows.

The person who disagreed with me seemed to be of the opinion that blame is to be cast entirely upon the vengeful Muslims in Afghanistan. Yes. They brutally slaughtered innocent people on the basis of a religious concept. Blood is most decidedly on their hands.

But -- this person, at the same time, seemed to believe that because of this, no blame should be assumed by Terry Jones.  He didn't kill a single person, sayeth the "con" side of the argument.

My take? If that's true, then Charles Manson should have been set free decades ago. As should anyone who ever yelled "Fire!" in a crowded theater.  Even Osama bin Laden.  Theres no solid evidence of his ever having personally killed anyone. So leave the guy alone, okay?  He was just talkin'!



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