I was deeply angered when I heard of this atrocity, to the degree that I had tears in my eyes. It was bad enough when Salman Rushdie had to go into hiding and adopt elusiveness as a lifestyle for the crime of publishing stories and having a fatwa drawn against him, but this attack stands as an offense against Western values, notably comic satire, and against rationality itself.
The loss of the actuality of Charlie Hebdo if not its memory is sufficient reason to mourn.
As I write atop this blog:
I live and die as a being of reason or I have no reason for being.
From Xi’an’s Og …
The trial of the suspects of the Charlie Hebdo killings of 7 January 2015 (and of the subsequent days) has started several weeks ago, involving people accused of helping the main culprits, who died on 9 January. In the long flow of witnesses and victims, a case remains a mystery, the shooting of a random […]Charlie, the jogger, the killer, and the journalist — Xi’an’s Og