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Called me to wish me a Merry Christmas
From what I hear, their Muhammad don’t hold no truck with alcohol, period. Not a six-pack of light beer, not a little moonshine you snuck from your grandpappy’s still—nothing. Hell, they’d probably stone a man to death just for going shot-for-shot with a drinking buddy at the roadhouse.
Look, Muslims can do whatever they want back in their homeland, but over here, we cherish our freedoms, like the right to boo and hurl bottles at the stage if the band does something I don’t agree with, such as throwing a John Denver tune into their set. That’s simple freedom of expression.