Clearly we're not quite all talked out over the arguably Homme-phobic, "faggot"-using, sodomy-threatening (promising?) rant Josh went on after having himself a Urie moment in Oslo. Now we should probably cut Josh some slack because he was sick, sick, sick with a fever (see what I did there), and because hey, as Chris Rock said at 'Roo about Isiah Washington using the f-word, "it's not the word, it's the context," and in this context Homme's ... well he's threatening anal rape. OK that's not helping Josh. So let's see if Josh can help Josh. Here's his open letter to the media and "citizens of the internet," released this morning:
Member of the Peanut Gallery:
Some journalists & citizens on the internet & are wondering: Q? Am I a homophobe because I included a slang for gay in with other "acceptable" curse words during a verbal lashing I gave a young concertgoer, after being hit by his shoe, during a show the other day? A= Nope. My gay family & friends, as well as myself, KNOW I am not a homophobe. For years now I've known gay is not a choice; one's skin color doesn't determine one's intelligence level; & red hair doesn't mean you're someone's stepchild. You see, it's not the words, it's their intent. I never said, nor suggested, that being gay is wrong, but apparently, based on your outrage to my flu-infused rant, you do! By that logic... I also told that young whipper snapper I'd have anal sex with him... how can I possibly reconcile these opposing viewpoints? I called him a pussy too. Does it mean I hate our one worlds' collective vagina? I never have been nor intend to be politically correct. That's your cross to bear. To me, that PC world would suck more shit than the porta-potty truck at Glastonbury. Homophobic? I'm in Queens of the Stone Age for crissake... You say, "So. Your band name doesn't prove anything." Maybe not. But it's a helluv a lot more definitive than the logic of some watchdog... (sorry canine-American, canine-European, canine-African, canine-Australian & canine-Asian) moralist, keeping score from pure perfectionville? If your glass house is squeegeed that clean & you need to do something, do what the great philosopher Bill Hick's once suggested: - forgive me-. Or don't. I'm not asking for either, OK? I think you should let both of your cheeks go loose so the stick will drop out. Either way I expect that you'll soon find another injustice from your chair, then roll to your bullhorn & point it out to the rest of us... Because you're so above it all. Or If you'll allow me to translate a wish of mine into your PC lingo:
Will you please go have, consensual, sex with yourself.
Pretty please with all natural, carbon offset sugar on top.Sincerely,
Mr. Missundastood
A.K.A. Joshua, Baby Duck, Jho
Head Choreographer & Do Stuff Corporation's pansexual spokes-thing
All this about "butt-fucking" and still he uses cheek-y metaphors. The guy's got class. Or, the guy's an ass. I'm boldly predicting those will be the responses here (along with pretty much everything in between). In the meantime, Josh and Shia should probably start a focus group for varying models of f-word apologies. They've got themselves pretty different styles, which is surprising to absolutely zero citizens of the internet.
