-Deuteronomy 22:13-21 from the Bible
And the atheist said: "To say that atheism requires faith is as dim-witted as saying that disbelief in pixies or leprechauns takes faith. Even if Einstein himself told me there was an elf on my shoulder, I would still ask for proof and I wouldn't be wrong to ask.
-Geoff Mather
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I'll be the first to admit it: I'm not a proud atheist. I'm an atheist by default only, ever since Reason went ahead and carried out the ruthless extermination of all my faith-related inklings. It's an important distinction--proud versus default--because it means I'm not always happy, fulfilled, shits-and-giggles jolly about my non-belief. Truth be told, being an atheist can be a horrible thing, and any non-believer who claims differently is no better than the religious nut basking in the poisonous pool of delusion. That's my one complaint about the non-belief camp: so many of us try converting theists with the promise of greener pastures waiting the moment these non-thinkers switch to Team Reason. When really, all we're doing is selling our own brand of propaganda, ironically wielding the same weapon theists exact on the world when they say with complete and utter conviction, "Yes. There really was a talking snake in the Garden of Eden." Delusion, ladies and gentlemen. The most dangerous weapon on the planet.
So I'm gonna say it like it should be said, exactly how it is. No deluding, no deceiving. No masquerading or airbrushing. No bullshit in all the billion forms bullshit comes in.
Being an atheist is no better than being religious.
Ain't that the truth. There's no more happiness, fulfillment, satisfaction, all that shit in rejecting theism. Often it's worse because when you admit to there being no god, you're forced to hold up the mirror of decay right up to your face. If you really look at it straight without closing your eyes, without imagining or fancying something else, you'll see it clearly: the wrinkles in every crevice of your face that are already starting to belabor you; the black reaper forever shadowing, stalking you from just behind; the incredible futility of life, the almost mocking indifference of the universe; and finally, the pall of non-existence, of fuck-me-in-the-ass death that's as inevitable as taxes or wet socks in Taiwan.
NOW, having said that (Curb reference, anyone?), you should totally become an atheist. Well, I guess I mean it and I don't. On the one hand, you get to think for yourself. On the other hand, you have to think for yourself. What a freedom. What a burden. It's beautiful and at the same time looks like Steve Buscemi's asshole.
I guess what I'm really trying to say is that if we atheists are committed to outing the truth, then this whole "selling" business needs to stop. Because truth is self-evident. It doesn't require pitching or selling or marketing strategies, so whether it's the team at Coca Cola or a team of koala bears, the difference is immaterial so long as the product at hand is authentically true. So enough with the "atheists are happier" and "atheists have better-quality lives" bullshit you keep parading. Stop with the delusions. You're not fulfilled, I'm not fulfilled, Jay-Z isn't fulfilled, even Siddhartha wasn't fulfilled because fulfillment, like god, is imaginary. It's not real. If you want to convert the world to atheism (something I desperately want to do), don't do it with "happy ever after" stories. Stop with the selling. Stop deluding yourself. Just suck it up, grow a pair and be happy being miserable.
-The life of the party OUT!
