An Islamic regime must be serious in every field.
There are no jokes in Islam.
There is no humor in Islam.
There is no fun in Islam.
. . . Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini
But Jesus said
Let the little children
come to me
And forbid them not
For of such is the
kingdom of heaven.
. . . Jesus
Watching them, Jesus laughs.
“Why
are you laughing at us?”
The
nettled disciples ask,
And Jesus says that he is laughing not at them
But at their strange idea of pleasing their God.
. . . Jesus
Jesus, we learn, was laughing at the disciples’
prayer
Because it was directed at their God
The Old Testament God
Who is really no friend of mankind
But, rather, the cause of its suffering.
. . . Jesus
The Imams of Montreal summoned me
To their Kangaroo court
On St Laurent
In the Red Light District
And threw their holy book at me
And threw
The Montreal Gazette
Open
Pointing to
What they did not like
What they did not approve of
What drove them pious babbling blind
A photo of me
Suited up in a
Santa Claus Suit
With a child on my lap
Whispering his secret wish in my ear
They yelled at me
Imagine if you can
A Black Somali Santa
Like you
Called
Mohamud!
What a blasphemy!
What a disgrace to the Muslim Canadian Community
What are you?
Are you a Muslim?
Or
Are you a Christian?
Or
Are you a Godless Jew!
What is your religion?
I laughed
Because
I did not want
To give them the pleasure of weeping
I knew
It was no laughing matter
A week before this extraordinary incident
I remembered them putting out
A fatuous fatwa
Condemning to hell all Moslems
Who had the Grace to wish Canadian Christians
Merry Christmas!
They intoned unctuously
What you have done
Is
Grievous sin
Is
A mortal sin
Tell us right now
What are you?
Are you a Muslim?
Or
Are you a Christian?
Or
Are you a Godless Jew?
What is your religion?
I answered
Anything that brings a Smile to a child’s face
Anything that brings Peace to a child’s face
Anything that brings Joy to a child’s face
Anything that is Fun
Anything that is Funny
Anything that leads this world
Out of its Deep Doodoo
Out of its Deep Darkness
Out of Lucifer’s Laocoön
Into the Lord’s Light of Laughter
That is my religion
And then everything went quiet
As quiet as when the Good Lord doodled on the ground
And shamed the Pharisees
And looked up
And said
Woman
Where are those thine accusers?
Hath no man condemned thee?
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