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tree_and_leaf ([personal profile] tree_and_leaf) wrote2008-10-21 11:18 am

Amusing, in a headdesky way, or headdesky in an amusing way?

Dawkins and Sherine back bus ads reading "There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life."

.... yeah. Atheist says: stop thinking and take my word for it!

(Actually, that's a little unfair, because the ads are intended as a response to a series of evangelical ones threatening non-Christians with hell-fire. All the same, the fear of hell is not exactly integral to the faith of most of the religious people I know†, and I cannot say that a sudden loss of my faith would improve my enjoyment of life; quite the reverse.)

On a side note, buried in the article is the information that Dawkins supports a Tory humanist group. I didn't know he was a Tory, but for some reason I'm not entirely surprised. (ETA: see comment from [livejournal.com profile] lizw below; this appears to be a misunderstanding.

† The only sense I can make of Hell is total alienation from God, and therefore all that is good, of becoming lost in myself and in hatred, which does indeed scare me quite a lot, but I suspect that's not the sort of thing Dawkins et al think I'm scared of.

[identity profile] azdak.livejournal.com 2008-10-21 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
thought I should be flattered that to be told if I weren't an atheist slut he's ask me out

Clearly someone who never understood why Elizabeth turned Darcy down the first time around...

[identity profile] nineveh-uk.livejournal.com 2008-10-22 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
As he was at university, presumably he could read. But perhaps he simply preferred the "Left Behind" series.

[identity profile] azdak.livejournal.com 2008-10-22 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I had to google the "Left Behind" series to find out to wot you was alludin', and I now owe you a vote of thanks for greatly enriching my day.

[identity profile] nineveh-uk.livejournal.com 2008-10-22 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
'Twas in the very same student bedroom that I first beheld them, as D. wrapped one to give to a friend on her birthday. I looked curiously and - in possibly a new access of maturity - refrained from comment.