Peace Activist, My Ass
Can we please, please, please stop referring to this fuckwad Cat Stevens as a peace activist? Peace activist, my ass. This giant turd masquerading as a human being (who, yes, wrote some amazing songs a million years ago), spoke out in support of the Islamic fatwa against Salman Rushdie. This is a death sentence issued against Rushdie by religious fanatics who were offended by Rushdie’s book, The Satanic Verses. Rushdie’s been in hiding for 15 years because of it. So how the fuck is a guy who supports the suppression of speech a peace activist? I don’t care what else he’s done. I don’t care what else he’s said. You say someone deserves to die for writing a book that you disagree with, you’re not a peace activist, you’re a lunatic.
Now, none of this has anything to do with whether Stevens, who is on a government watch list, should have been denied access to the United States earlier this week. He’s on that list for a reason. He’s been accused in the past of providing monetary support to Islamicist extremists. But who knows? Maybe he’s done nothing wrong, and if that’s the case, he should be able to speak about his beliefs just like anyone else. But you know what? The innocent act is a bit much to take, frankly, particularly in light of the evidence he provided back in 1989 (the Rushdie thing) that he’s all in favor of killing in the name of radical Islam. And the bottom line is, why should anyone give half a shit about protecting this fucker’s right to speech? You wanna take speech away from others, Cat, you can’t really go around whining when it’s been denied to you.
Cat has moaned in the past about the ongoing boycott of his music, saying it violates his right to free speech (which, of course, it doesn’t; you’ve got a right to say whatever you want, but you don’t have a right to expect me to listen to it — and you certainly don’t have a right to ask me to pay to listen to it). Now he’s gonna take legal action against the U.S. government for keeping him out? Good. I hope this puts the spotlight back on what a dickhead this guy is, so people who missed or forgot about the Rushdie incident remember not to buy his records. (Oh, and maybe they’ll reissue the Rushmore soundtrack without “Here Comes My Baby,” and I’ll finally be able to go out and buy a copy. I’d like to see Yo La Tengo ditch it’s cover of that song, too, so I could buy a copy of Fakebook.)