“There are no jokes in Islam. There is no humor in Islam. There is no fun in Islam. There can be no fun and joy in whatever is serious,” the Ayatollah Khomeini famously barked during the Iranian Revolution. “Islam does not allow swimming in the sea and is opposed to radio and television serials. Islam, however, allows marksmanship, horseback riding and competition.”

However, on the radical feminist left, macho potato chips are right out, and “The Agonies of the Left Are Not To Be Laughed At,” David Thompson explains.

Update: Surprisingly related, from Mark Steyn:

Notwithstanding the distaste of my editor, National Review did at least publish my column on “Duck Dynasty”. Apparently, The Orange County Register chose not to – presumably because a piece on the narrowing bounds of acceptable public discourse was deemed to be beyond the bounds of acceptable public discourse.

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As I’ve said, my editor at National Review and apparently at The Orange County Register are no bloody use in these battles. Every time you allow the thought-enforcers to add the scalp of a Jeremy Irons or a Phil Robertson to their trophy room, you’re licensing the next sacrificial victim. Enough.

Shades of the heckler’s veto, and the Muhammad cartoon battles of 2006.