It is with regret that I must report that the smiling member of the cult of the dead paedophile pictured above has indeed much to smile about. For this piece of shit has managed to probe the shieldwall and break through the defences of the Danish Press. Over on this Times Online Page you can read how this man, a lawyer who claims to represent 94,923 descendents of Unholy Mo has managed to persuade (bribe more like) the Quislings at the Danish Politiken Newspaper to "apologise for any offence" caused to his clients by the reprinting of those cartoons.

You know the ones I mean. who can forget the "Holy Mo !  Is That A Bomb On Your Head Or Are You Just Planning Your Retirement" and my personal favourite shows the dead paedophile running out into the desert through the gates of his islamic paradise trying to stop his latest followers from entering, shouting "Stop, Stop, We've Run Out Of Virgins". Well of course they have, Holy Mo's been working his way through them for over fifteen hundred years what makes you think he's left any for anyone else ?

Well, I suppose it had to happen eventually. Someone was bound to give in to the pressure in the end. Not everyone can be expected to stand shoulder to shoulder with the relatives of the 100 people killed in the riots these followers of a child molestor started to demonstrate the degree to which they had been "offended".

Clients of this smiling "head down, bum up five a day" merchant say "It is a nice and human gesture that the newspaper apologises. Danish journalists however see things rather differently. Their union will not, methinks, be on our own National Union of (UAF Leaning, Blinkered) Journalists "winterval card list" this year. The Danish Union of Journalists issued a statement saying "Politiken was kneeling before opponents of the freedom of the Press" and I wholeheartedly agree.

But one thing I found surprising was that this bloke say he represents over 94,000 direct descendents of "Not So Holy Mo". I suppose I should not be so surprised, after all, the guy was wedding eight year olds and bedding them shortly after when most decent folk of his time were long dead of old age.

Oh well, after writing this depressing piece of news I desperately need something to brighten my day. I'm off to get myself a Danish Bacon Buttie. And if I can get this patriotic consumer of Denmark's national export to make it for me, it would cheer me up no end.