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Robert Spencer writes in FrontPage Magazine (my emphasis):
A disgraceful art exhibit in Milan has illustrated once again the deep affinity between the Left and the forces of the global jihad. In these days of Muslims the world over calling for the deaths of those who have “insulted Islam,” anyone who wants to see Oriana Fallaci beheaded need look no further than the Galleria Luciano Inga-Pin in Milan, which is exhibiting Giuseppe Veneziano’s “American Beauty” from January 19 through March 18. This is a series of paintings designed to highlight the “weakness and perversity of the ‘American way of life.’” It accordingly features straightforward, if somewhat lurid, portraits of Michael Jackson and Ronald McDonald, along with the distinctly non-American Harry Potter. Then comes a bizarre depiction of a nude man having sexual intercourse with the Pink Panther, five artistic renditions of the Abu Ghraib prison photos (each with “American Beauty” scrawled across the top), and — Oriana Fallaci’s decapitated head.Is this painting, as my old friend from New York once taught me to suspect of other pictures, a "visual pun"? I don't know. It's funny, though.
Although I find the picture of Fallaci decapitated deeply offensive, I have no plans to attack the Italian embassy, boycott Italian wine, phone in a bomb threat to the Galleria Luciano Inga-Pin, kill innocent people who had nothing to with the painting, or threaten to kill those who are actually responsible for it. Veneziano’s painting is the sort of obnoxiousness that has become commonplace on the Left, and is one of the prices of freedom of speech.
But the painting of Fallaci is not. It is, instead, a demonstration that the Left and Islamofascism are useful to each other. The former wants to bring down the existing order; the latter ---oh, yeah...
They are natural allies, aren't they?
Totalitarians at heart; desegregators, but really homogenizers; and secret ---but not so secret--- haters of Christians, Jews, and Rome herself, my N-words. Rome herself.
(With a shout-out to LGF.)