Religulous.
My name is Diva and I am anti-theist. Not an atheist, as that term denotes absolute knowledge that there is nothing out there greater than ourselves.
I don’t know if there is or there isn’t. I may be agnostic in that respect, but I am anti-theist in this: The god/s of religion, from antiquity to present, DO NOT EXIST.
There is no almighty space daddy to tell us how to live. There is no one to forgive us when we fuck up. The prophets of old were probably schizophrenic (people who hear voices need medication, not a transcriber). Virgin births, resurrections, golden plates read from hats and Thetans are all hogwash.
When we die, we cease to exist on all levels. Fini. Kaput. Done. That’s a hard thing to say, being as that I’ve lost more than my fair share of family and friends thus far in this lifetime. It’s tough knowing I won’t ever see those people again, but I am unwilling to set aside reality for the sake of believing in fairy tales.
If you are religious in any way, good for you. Please note I don’t care to hear about it unless you have empirical evidence of your belief system (B.S.) or at least a way to prove it using scientific methods. Any arguments which rely on faith alone, the “What if you’re wrong?” argument, or any other position found on this list of fallacies will be easily – and joyfully – ignored.
What sparked this post? See both Religulous and The Naked Truth. Also, it doesn’t hurt to read or hear Penn Jillette’s essay on NPR’s This I Believe.
Feels good to come out. Now if we could just get the 14-16% of us to form a political action group, we’d be on top of the world.
Evolve or die.