This is an old thread but I thought I might add a few words. I haven't read all the replies for forgive me if I'm restating something already said.
Having spent a lot of time in Indonesia (the country with the largest Muslim population in the world), I often find the generalizations floated around about Islam to be both absurd and close-minded.
Islam is not what the news portray it as, the media is interested in sensationalism and presenting subjects in a black and white manner . There are many sects of Islam with various approaches to interpretation of texts and to which texts they ascribe to. In Islam the sacred texts are the Old Testament and Quran, and for some the Hadith. The problem with the Hadith is that they were not written by Mohammed only about Mohammed often times centuries later. Different sects of Islam argue as to which Hadith are true. Some say all of them are, some pick and choose, some think the only ones that are valid are ones that conform with the Quran, and some believe none of them are valid as the Quran states that no one should believe any religious texts after the Quran.
Muslims I've met both in Indonesia and in the United States believe things such as the Danish cartoons are nothing more than immature provocations and nothing more. Freedom of speech is valued by my friends and although sometimes they find such affronts to their religion to be hurtful, they do believe those causing such affronts have the right to do so.
...anyways now for a little story...
A number of years ago I traveled to Cirebon, a city on the island of Java in Indonesia. I was there studying the traditional music and culture of the area. A friend there thought as I was studying there culture I should visit the tomb of Sunan Gunung Jati, an Islamic saint that holds great admiration from the people and artists of the area. We traveled to the tomb which was just a bit outside the main city. The buildings slowly passed away turning into green, the stench of open sewers and factories giving way to the fresh smell of forests near the sea. We arrived to a bustling little area of shops selling religious items to the devotees going to the tomb. The tomb was located just past these shops on a hill which serves as the graveyard for the descendants of Sunan Gunung Jati. Making our way through ornately carved gravestones surrounded by trees of teak, mango,and jackfruit, we ascended the hill moving up through the generations to the ancestor in the tomb above. We met the gate keepers to the open aired building housing the tomb. My friend spoke briefly with the shoeless modest gatekeepers who tend to the burning of incense, making of offerings and general care of the tomb. Taking off our shoes and donning proper attire we proceeded forth. We found a number of devotees bowing, praying, sleeping, seeking divine inspiration. The grave of Sunan Gunung Jati itself nobody but his descendants are allowed to visit, so the devotees come to pray at a large hewn teak wood door, beyond which lies the grave. It was beautiful, gorgeous, and emanated the power of the divine. We sat there for a while observing and relishing in the power of the place. After a bit of time we made our way back out. When we arrived at the gate keepers, my friend spoke once again to them. I didn't understand the language but it sounded like she was trying to convince them of something. At last he seemed to agree, at which point I was taken on another path moving further up the hill, and curving back around to above where the Saint's tomb was. At the very top there was a small square gate surrounding a square hole maybe 2 feet in width. At this point my friend told me what it was. She called it the navel of the earth. Again we sat and relished in the power of the area for a while. Then we made our departure from the navel of the earth, the tomb of the saint, down through the generations buried beneath our feet, back to the row of shops. At this point I expected to head back to the city, but was surprised when my friend said there was another place she wanted to show me. At the end of the shops we came out upon the main road heading back to town. The place she wanted to show me was the hill across the road. This hill she explained to me was Gunung Jati, the hill the Saint was named after. Gunung translates as hill or mountain, Jati means teak. We were heading to the hill of the teak trees. We crossed and began to climb the hill, the teak trees were much denser here, and gravestones were also found on this hill albeit much more modest not so ornately carved and cared for. There were other people on the hill, all heading upwards to the top. We came upon a line of people, waiting for something I wasn't sure of. Those at the front of the line came back down the hill with their knees dirty and their hands muddied clasping something in them. As we neared the front of the line I began to glimpse what going on. There was a small cave barely large enough for one person, and each person in turn knelt inside reaching out for something, returning with muddied hands. It turns out what everyone was bringing back with them was the same thing that dirtied their hands, sacred earth.
....I shared this little story for one reason, to show that these people who were Muslim, shared so much in common with Druidry. Their Saint named for a hill covered in forest, and buried within the navel of the earth. Them collecting sacred earth for healing, and praying, meditating, on these two hills for inspiration, clarity, and blessings.
Yes, I'm sure those like Osama bin Laden would say that these people weren't true Muslims. But all of my friends that regularly voyaged to this place of worship, pray 5 times a day, fast during Ramadan, and many have made the pilgrimage to Mecca. They are devout Muslims seeking the divine within the trees and the Earth.
All in all, the trouble with insulting another religion comes down to realizing that no religion is black and white, Osama bin Laden isn't Islam. He may quote pieces of the Quran out of context to get people to do his will, but many in history in many religions have done this as well. Hitler quotes the Bible in Mein Kampf, but is he representative of what it is to be Christian? Some white supremacists claim Asatru as a faith, but does this mean all Asatru are racist? The media loves things to be black and white. This is why Pagans are considered by many to worship Satan. Do some Pagans worship Satan? It's possible, but that doesn't make all of us Satan worshippers.