A danish redactor in chief publishes various caricatures of Mahomet to swell his sales and arouse the opinion. Not surprisingly, the disiples of the prophet feel abused, sentent abusés, violated in their beliefs.

They demontrate, shout, inveigh, threaten, shocked by such an obscenity.

It stimulate the "free" world. Seized by a spontaneous erection, the redactions of various western media also publish the accused drawings. The fever escalate: in a inflatation of turgescent ego, an iranien journal proposes a caricature contest on the holocaust.

On the verge of coit, more people produce more caricatures, brandishing the freedom of expression like the flag of victory.

A real penis tournament. Let's hope that the ejaculation will end up with a null match.

Surprisingly, the real caricature seems to be much less shocking. Yet we have in in front of us; the crude male arrogance so typical to our societies, all cultures included. This sickly reflex shared by men and women alike, to exhibit their erected and hardened ego, to penetrate life.

Difficult to find any respect in this sham of existence, where the evacuation of tensions replaced enjoyment. Where need replaced generosity.

I'll make a proposition: let's stop to nourrish the vast planetary caricature. Let's sketch a work made of respect, beauty and understanding. Let's create a fresco suffused with curves, genuine sensuality, care and sharing, attention to others. With feminine qualities.
Life will be much more exciting.