We saw Kingdom of Heaven tonight, and I think it’s only a matter of time before Sir Ridley Scott is branded un-American. Of course, being British, he won’t likely give a shit.

Nonetheless, Sir Ridley is a sitting duck for the pious, Christ lovers and their peculiar brand of hate.

I mean, really, how can he suggest something like there were factions of greed and corruption among the mighty Christian crusaders? That Jerusalem is a city of walls and mud and, perhaps, as a geographical location and architectural structure, not worthy of bloodshed in the name of any god? And, worse yet, that the merciful and reasonable leader was of all people, Saladin, a Koran-reading infidel?

I almost could forget that the star was Orlando Bloom, so it wasn’t a bad flick.

Also, in my fine, personal history of racism, M. tells me he never heard the epithet “towel head,” until he met me. However, in my own defense, we met in March/April 2003, when the war was new and the phrase de rigueur.