Et ben, je suis Charlie, comme tout le monde, and the idea of the Prophet wondering whether his buttocks are venerable strikes me as hilarious and profound in equal measure--

But, the thing is, I took this silly-ass Implicit Racial Bias test (lately made much of in Salon Magazine) that has so many white folk thinking that they inadvertently covertly hate negroes these days:  And it turns out I am mildly biased in favor of Arabs.  Without my being entirely, consciously aware of that predisposition.  Regarding negroes: I am, and always have been, willing and able to relate to them personally, on a one-to-one basis, as equals--the only thing I have against them is their music and their culture; which is also what I have against Jews and Irishmen.

I recall once--I think it may have been forty years or so ago--trotting out (what had by this time grown into) this cute little tag of mine about negroes to Sue Weaver (only I think, then, I called them "Black People"), saying that the only thing I had against them was their music and their culture.  And quick as a flash, or a whiplash, Sue, with evident intention to quash, retorted, "¿What's left?"  And I had to say, "Maybe nothing--maybe all that matters."  Nowadays, thinking of twerking, I'd say simply, "less than nothing."