Josh Homme Speaks To The Peanut Gallery

noah | June 20, 2008 10:00 am
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Josh Homme’s 102-degree-fever-fueled tirade against a bottle-throwing concertgoer, which included the epithet “little chickenshit faggot” and threats of buggery, inspired many a comment-thread debate over whether or not Homme was a homophobe, whether or not the kid who threw the bottle was an asshole anyway, whether or not Homme is devolving into Axl Rose Mach 2.0, etc., etc. Well, Josh has responded, and not only did he take a page from one of our commenters and invoke the name of Bill Hicks, he used some really unpleasant Porta-Potty-related metaphors!

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

Something tells me that the “some of my best friends” defense isn’t really going to fly with a lot of people. But on the bright side, at least dude’s Google Alerts have probably been going through the roof all week!

Earlier: Do Not Fuck With Josh Homme