One of the principal worries involved in writing this sort of book (other than the omnipresent worry that no one will publish it) is that people will react poorly to the “Your Religion is False” message. It’s OK (if a bit impolite) to tell someone his politics are wrong, or that his haircut is terrible, or that his girlfriend is a psychotic, co-dependent hosebeast from whom he needs to run as far as possible as fast as possible.
But for some unfathomable-to-me reason, “religions” are supposed to be exempt from the same sorts of criticism. I have been following the story of Geert Wilders with some apprehension:
Two days before the showing, the Home Secretary, Jacqui Smith, banned Wilders from entering the territory of the United Kingdom, labelling him an “undesirable person”.
Now, I have been called an “undesirable person” on many occasions (especially in high school in the months leading up to “prom”), and it doesn’t hurt my feelings anywhere near as badly as it used to. Nonetheless, I would love to visit the UK someday and climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower, so I hope they will have eased up on their anti-free-speech position by the time I am able to afford a plane ticket.
Errrr – the Eiffel Tower is in France not the UK!
We do have Blackpool Tower which looks pretty much the same but is only 158m tall whereas the Eiffel Tower in Paris is 324m tall.
Jon.
Hate to tell you this, but the Eiffel Tower is in Paris, France, not the UK.
Did I write “Eiffel Tower”? Because what I really meant was The Louvre.
“Did I write “Eiffel Tower”? Because what I really meant was The Louvre.”
Heh. Classy.