“And for that we can thank a handful of Muslims,” writes Dan Gardner, who begs: “Censor my book — please!”
In my most secret dreams, Heather Reisman wears black leather chaps and inflicts a little of that boycott action on me. Don’t stop, Heather. Don’t stop.
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So please, won’t somebody try to censor me? File complaints with every human rights commission from Toronto to Tuktoyaktuk. Go to the media and call me an Islamophobe. Or a homophobe. Maybe a Harperphobe. Homophone? Hermaphrodite? Whatever. I’ve got a book to sell.
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