‎I do understand what love is, and that is one of the reasons I can never again be a Christian. Love is not self denial. Love is not blood and suffering. Love is not murdering your son to appease your own vanity. Love is not hatred or wrath, consigning billions of people to eternal torture because they have offended your ego or disobeyed your rules. Love is not obedience, conformity, or submission. It is a counterfeit love that is contingent upon authority, punishment, or reward. True love is respect and admiration, compassion and kindness, freely given by a healthy, unafraid human being.

Dan Barker

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dumbthingswhitepplsay:

Holy shiitake mushrooms. Atheist here and I don’t give two fucks if there are gods in a game. Atheist, you’re doing it wrong.

I just love the idea that there may be atheists so ridiculous that actual fictional gods in a fictional story are offensive.

like.

dying.

Considering the fact that the atheist perspective is basically that all gods belong in the realm of fiction, I’m having a hard time believing many atheists would have a problem with this.

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I just saw a post titled “Why are atheists so angry?”

dionthesocialist:

And I didn’t watch the video in the post, but it made me think about it and I think I came up with a pretty good comparison. Being an atheist in America is like if there was a song you hated that was constantly playing. Not only did everyone around you love it, but they were convinced that if you just gave it a try, you’d like it. It was constantly shoved in your face no matter where you went; on the side of buses, on billboards, etc. Every time you go home to visit your family, they ask if you’ve heard it and what you think about it, and then they play it thirty times in a row. And what’s worse is that you know this song will be pretty fucking popular forever and ever and ever, at least as long as you’re alive.

It’s easy to get a little bitter.

People act like you’re horrible for not liking the song, as though your musical preference precludes you from being a good human being. And although the government has sworn not to pick a theme song, they sure do like blasting it over their boombox a lot.

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TIME 2 GET BUCK: Picture It: The Parent

time2getbuck:

Place yourself in the following scenario and answer the ethical question at the end:

Congratulations are in order, as you are the proud parent of a brand-new baby and utterly beside yourself with joy. You vow that you will sacrifice absolutely anything to give this child the very best life you…

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Picture It: The Parent

Place yourself in the following scenario and answer the ethical question at the end:

Congratulations are in order, as you are the proud parent of a brand-new baby and utterly beside yourself with joy. You vow that you will sacrifice absolutely anything to give this child the very best life you can offer, and you make good on that promise. Everything you do, you do for your offspring.

One day, as you are making a trip to Trader Joe’s to see if they stock organic gluten-free baby formula, you are accosted by members of an international baby smuggling ring who snatch your child right out of the Baby Bjorn on your chest. You chase them as far as you can on foot, but they drive off in their Buick LeSabre, selling your progeny to a sterile yuppie couple that fake a European pregnancy. You never give up hope for a reunion, but your child still grows up not knowing you.

Years later, you are contacted by an anonymous informant who gives you the location of your baby, now an adult. Immediately, you rush to your kid, but are dismayed when they refuse to believe your story. You keep trying to explain yourself, but they want absolutely nothing to do with you.

Sometime later, you find that your child has inherited your love of booze and hookers. They now need a new liver, but the hospital will not put them on the donor list because they are positive for hep C. Not only are you the ideal match, but you’re the only person willing to donate at all. Your child needs this liver in order to live, even if they do not recognize you as their parent.

Question time: would you hold out on the liver until they acknowledged your paternity, even if it meant the death of the child you love with all your heart? Or would you donate the liver, even if they never wanted to see you again, with just the knowledge of their continued breaths sustaining you?

It seems like a no-brainer to me. Why, then, does Christianity teach that you must accept Jesus in order to be saved from eternal damnation? As someone who was raised in the Catholic faith, I never quite got this. I am an atheist now, but I feel like if anything, living life through Jesus should be more about following his teachings and not being a douche bag than anything else. Because if I have to play a game of “who’s your daddy” with Yahweh just to get into Heaven, I wonder if he is even worth worshipping at all.