Finally more fun Hate Mail
Finally, after such a dry spell, Hate Mail has started to trickle in once more. Google did a good job interrupting the plentiful flow with its new feature that tailors people’s search results. I literally noticed the drop off the same month they went live with that. But all is not lost. I hope you enjoy.

2 thoughts on “Finally more fun Hate Mail

  1. alleee

    I don’t know what would push any particular person over the edge into being able to say “I am an atheist.”

    Here’s my take on it:

    An atheist is a person who has no belief in a god or gods. That’s it. You either have this belief, or do you not. If you look inside yourself and find no belief there, you are an atheist. If you still have a belief, as small as it is, you are a theist. There is usually great value among atheists in being what some call “brutally honest.”

    I remember the moment when I was able to say “I am an atheist” to myself. I was eighteen years old. Ever since I was a young child, I had that “still, small voice” that Christians like to call “God.” But this “still, small voice” used to say to me “Fuck God!” It repeated in my head at the very time I did not want it. I tried to drown it out, because it was important to me to be a “good Christian.” It seemed to me that this was the absolute worst thing someone could think, let alone speak.

    There was a moment, in fact, the day before I moved out of my parents’ house. The moment when I was stressed out, and worried about the person I was going to be. I knew that I was no longer involved in the faith. And that voice came back to my head again. There’s really only one way to get rid of an “ear worm,” you know? An ear worm being a song you can’t stop thinking about? You have to listen to that song in its entirety. Well, the one thing I had to do to get rid of that voice once and for all was to say it. No, not just say it–YELL it. Which I did. To my lack of surprise, nothing happened. I know it sounds silly, but to yell those words, “FUCK GOD!” I was making a stand about who I was and who was responsible for the things I do and say. Obviously, it was no longer God.

    It didn’t matter if I was 100% sure of anything. I had to make that stand and claim my moral autonomy. I was about to embark on my own life; I had to be sure it was my very own. I had to accept that my thoughts were my very own. So I said it.

    I giggled. I laughed. I went a little silly, and flopped down on my bed. All that anxiety I had held in all those years about whether or not I would go to hell–totally and completely gone. The fear left all at once. It was scary and exhilarating. I was free.

    And that’s why I had to be truthful with myself and say “I am an atheist.”

  2. cathleensusan

    Great post, alleee. Despite having attended church and Sunday school when I was very young, I think I was just born an atheist. But I just went along with it all as a child because I didn’t want to disappoint my mother (in the same way that I pretended to believe in Santa for several extra years for fear that my ma wouldn’t get me as many presents if she knew that I knew).

    I distinctly remember sitting in class when I was around 9 or 10 (grade 5 I think) and we were learning about the Solar System and planets. It was then that I consciously realized that I didn’t believe in god. I remember thinking things like, “If God lives in Heaven and Heaven is up in the clouds surrounding earth, then what the hell is up with all of these other planets that are inhospitable to life like ours?” And then learning about our galaxy and the entire universe almost made my head explode. The thought of god sitting up on his golden throne miles about our earth was totally ridiculous if he had of created the entire universe. This was also the time when my love and fascination with astronomy started. Carl Sagan is one of my top five heroes (along with Richard Dawkins, Michio Kaku, Derren Brown, and our of course our own beloved Normal Bob ;-) ).

    I never told anyone about my non beliefs for fear that people would dislike me. All through High School and University I kept it to myself. My two best friends were major bible thumpers at that time. One of them, when I admitted that I didn’t go to church ever was absolutely shocked and asked me how I was going to survive when the predicted giant earthquake finally hit Vancouver, BC (where I live). I replied, “well I’ll probably find a doorway to stand in if I can, right?!”

    Now that I’m older (in my 30′s) I spend a lot of time trying to get my mother to stop believing in woo woo. She stopped the whole church thing a long time ago but she still believes in crystals, psychics and all that crap. She’s getting to the age where her retirement money is not stretching as far as it used to and her spending money on what these crooks are selling just breaks my heart. I just don’t understand how someone so intelligent can have such stupid beliefs.

    I also try to attend a few get togethers from involving atheism, skepticism etc. because despite living in a country (Canada) that is supposed to be mostly secular, I rarely meet people who don’t believe in god. And I often need reassurance that I’m not the only sane person around and that there are other people (real in the flesh people) that don’t believe in any gods and do consider themselves atheists (not agnostics).

    I just think that so many people desperately want to believe that they will live on after they die and they will see their loved ones again that when someone offers them one of the million sound arguments against gods and religions, they mentally check out and figuratively stick their fingers in their ears and start singing “La La La”.

    Whoops, didn’t mean for this to me so long (don’t wanna look that crazy woman who took over the comment section a few months back!).

    And a note to Bob, the link to the bumper stickers doesn’t work (at least it didn’t for me?).

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