If Atheism were a 24 hr food store, you may find this scenario upon walking through the doors of Big Al’s Atheist Food Closet.
A customer is looking for food and drink, you know, some staples of life, after driving 900 miles, water maybe, fruit, vegetables, perhaps a lamb chop or two, eggs, whole grain bread, you get the drift.
Problem is, there is nothing on the shelves. Walking around in circles, scratching his head, appearing lost as fog, the guy finally walks up to the checkout counter, sees a gal filing her nails, reading her ‘God delusion,’ chewing on a wad of gum, she looks up through her glasses as if to be so annoyed at the prospect of helping somebody and asks: ‘Like totally, uh, er, um, uh, can I like uh, help you?’
‘I seem to be confused,’ says the shopper with an empty cart. ‘There is nothing, Nothing, absolutely NOTHING on the shelves. This is supposed to be a food store!’ Visibly agitated, he shouts at the volume of a bellowing elephant.
Looking at him now over the top of her cheaters and pounding away on that gum as if she was beating it with a club as she slams the book down, says: ‘Uh, dude, this is an atheist shopping food store. There is nothing on the shelves. We are so hip cuz we are like, uh, content-free. Love it man. Atheism has nothing. Atheism believes nothing. Nothing is everything man. The shelves are supposed to be empty, as this is a learning center for the mind. You really need to like, totally get it. Can’t you feel the music? Can’t you smell the notes? So pass the word. We are here to expand the horizons of humanity. Tell your friends about Big Al’s food store, where we provide real food. But like uh, have a chilled day, like okay.’
Stunned, the customer walks away, and hears the gal sneeze. Instinctively he turns around and says ‘God bless you,’ to which end the sassbox mutters, ‘Sorry, He is not welcome here, so save it.’
In this harmless act of humanity, tradition aside, the girl showed what is all too common, and behaved more like an unreasoning animal who could not just say something like ‘thank you,’ instead of betraying her godless features, which are just about as ugly as one can get, but you already saw that above.
Postscript: Is this a stretch? Is this an accurate portrayal of the mind-boggling stupidity of atheism? Does not the false intellect and dripping snobbery of the clueless cashier smell from here to high heaven? Is it not completely true that atheism offers nothing of lasting value? A man may as well try to drink anti-freeze, and pretend it is lemonade than to expect there be mental nourishment from the cesspool of atheism.
Am I correct? Am I being truthful? Uh hello? Read any atheist blogs lately? Or comments on Christian sites? Listened to DeGrasse lately or Bill Maher? Enough said.
Atheism is the poison that fuels all godless religion, of the which atheism itself is the little god that can’t spell cat or tie his shoes. Atheism is the epitome of inconvenient truth, and is the most egregious assault on humanity. By the way, it is stale bread in which even hungry ducks dismiss.