Modern atheism would be funny if it weren’t so darn terrifying

On an atheist blog aptly named ‘Crommunist Manifesto‘, an entry inspired by P.Z. ’embrace Nazi-style hatred of religion’ Meyers, a series entitled ‘Because I am an atheist…’ has been posted.  The dreadful misunderstanding of religious doctrine and theology is mind numbing, and it isn’t hard to see why these individuals are atheists if that is what they think religion is all about.  If that’s what I thought religion was all about, I’d be an atheist!  My favorite was the individual could truly appreciate marriage, since clearly us religious types don’t know anything about being married. 

But then it turns to a darker tone, as one rereads some of the posts, including that of the blogger himself. 

“Far more pragmatic and less self-reflectively thanatophobic than the first one, I realize that my body is a meat machine that has a lot of parts that can be inordinately useful to others when I’m dead. I hold no reverent sentiment toward my meat – when I die, that’s the end of me caring what happens to my body. Bury me, burn me, freeze me, shoot me into space, carve me up and use me as a bizarre sideshow in a Hallowe’en display – I won’t be around to have an opinion. However, I am cognizant of the fact that there are a lot of people who are literally dying to have a fresh shot at my slightly-used organs. If my atheism-fueled joi de vivre leads me to a premature death in a freak motorcycle-jousting-with-a-tiger accident, let those salvageable bits of me go to some use!”

Yeesh.  As I’ve said before, the contempt that post-modern secularists have for human life has gone well beyond anything imagined in the late 19th century intelligentsia.  At least they thought European life was somehow special, though some like Schopenhauer and Nietzsche properly understood that without God, all is pointless and it’s dog-eat-dog, which is more ore less what our good atheist blogger is saying.  Life is only worth something for the moment, for me, based on me having fun and doing what I think is important because it’s all about me.  If I’m cut shot, so be it.  Another slab of worthless meat for the grinder. Welcome to the brave new world.

There’s a reason that over the centuries religion may have killed its millions, but within a matter of decades, the elimination of religion killed its tens of millions.