Crucifixion

Crucifixion as substitutionary atonement is barbaric and ridiculous. I want no part of it.

They tell me that their Jesus died for me. But that’s absurd. A scapegoat can’t pay the price for someone else’s sins. It’s barbaric and ridiculous and I want no part of it.

The Burden of proof

If I said I’d risen from the dead you’d say I’m playing games, If I claimed 500 witnesses you’d want to know their names.

If you want to convince me that something is true, If you’re making the claim then the burden’s on you. If I said I’d risen from the dead you’d say I’m playing games, If I claimed 500 witnesses you’d want to know their names. And if I said God wrote my diary, I’d anticipate inquiry. How you’d react to my diary, Is how your Bible seems to me. Of course, my diary’s bollocks, as you knew, As to the Bible, the burden of proof is on you!

Something instead of nothing

One of the silliest questions asked by theists: Can atheism explain why is there something rather than nothing?

An old mate of mine asked…
“Can atheism explain why there’s something rather than nothing?”
I was surprised because he’s a bright guy. One of the most intelligent lads in my old Grammar school as it happens. And yet his question was so ridiculously stupid I could hardly believe he’d asked it.
However, since it’s not uncommon for atheists of less intelligence than him to ask this same question I put my answer into a video so I won’t need to keep typing out the answer every time some theist presents the question as though it’s some sort of ‘gotcha’.
Spoiler alert… it isn’t.

It’s Christmas!

This is the day
When God botherers say
That their Master arrived
To enslave all he spied

It’s Christmas Day
And come what may
You’d better be merry
And break out the sherry
‘Cause this is the day
When God botherers say
That their Master arrived
To enslave all he spied
No escape, those who tried
Will be punished soon after they’ve died.

‘Twas the church before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the church,
The faithful were gathering,
And praying in search,
Of some mystical moment,
Remembering the birth…

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the church,
The faithful were gathering,
And praying in search,
Of some mystical moment,
Remembering the birth…