Many people, especially those quite familiar with my upbringing, suggest that that I am an atheist because I ‘hate God’ or something similar. Nothing could be further from the truth. After all, it is tough to ‘hate’ the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus, or the Tooth Fairy.
It really pains me when people read my atheist posts on Facebook, here or other places and get that sort of impression. As an atheist, I am upfront about it, in general, but am quite ashamed that I do not have the cajunas to be more up front about it in other, more risky settings (i.e. at work, with bar buddies, etc).
However, I think that, objectively, I can still classify myself in the ‘belligerent atheist’ genre.
Here is why I am a belligerent atheist.
It pains me to see people waste their lives on religious beliefs. Some of the nicest people I know are clergy, nuns, or something similar, and I think they could really do a lot of actual good in the world if they were not so blind to reality. The wasted potential of humanity, if you think of all the kind souls, and wasted effort, in these areas, is really mind boggling. There are many other minor reasons to be belligerent about being atheist, but they are all nearly universally are a subset of this main concept.
“The day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the Supreme Being as His father, in the womb of a virgin will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva in the brain of Jupiter.” Thomas Jefferson in a letter to John Adams, April 11, 1823