Now look: Most atheists don’t eat children simply for the heck of it. We’re just more practical and pragmatic about consuming young flesh than most people.
It pains me that there are those among us who still frequently endure hunger pangs, refusing to feast upon even the juiciest juveniles. These fellow atheists are the victims of an outmoded uneasiness that the rest of the world refers to as “scruples.”
Fortunately, I just came across this 1970s book that helps explain, in an inspired fashion, why taking a bite out of a well-buttered bambino ought to be a guilt-free indulgence — and indeed is often the sane, rational thing to do.