The Atheist Commando

Perhaps the greatest con-trick played on god-believers is the ridiculous idea that you will get to live forever, just because you believe a particular set of OPINIONS.  And be in no doubt, that is all any religion is comprised of, a set of opinions. Religions have opinions on the way the world was in the past, is now and should be in the future. All those opinions have one thing in common. They are all wrong. 

 June 2025 and the world is on the brink of another war – and for why? Because one set of semi-human, wooden-headed KNUCKLE DRAGGERS think their version of the entirely MYTHICAL figure they call ‘god’ is superior to the version of the entirely MYTHICAL ‘god’ that the other set of semi-human, wooden-headed KNUCKLE DRAGGERS believe in.  Yes folks, make no mistake, we are on the brink of World War 3, because two sets of semi-human, wooden headed KNUCKLE DRAGGERS believe in a myth!  Isn’t now the right time to say to people of all ‘faiths’, produce empirical, demonstrable, repeatable and actionable proof god actually exists and if you can’t, shut up and FUCK OFF!

  I can eat, drink and wear what I want. I don’t need to care about whether or not any gods exist. I can associate with who I want to associate with. I can love another adult without feeling guilty about it. I can explore life and the world in the way that I want to. I can think for myself and without any restrictions I can develop morals based on rational things that really matter rather than on dogma I don’t have to waste time in my valuable life on pointless rituals. I can concentrate totally on making the best of this, the only life I really know about and without worrying about any afterlife. I don’t have to cruelly sexually mutilate my children.

If you are SO convinced that God exists, and that God is all powerful, and that God performs miracles, and that God answers your prayers, try this challenge. Take a feather and seal it into an airtight glass jar. Now, compose a prayer, asking God to prove to you they exist, by lifting that feather ONE CENTIMETRE off the bottom of the jar and holding it there for ten seconds while you film it on your phone. What do you think will happen? Let me tell you.   That feather will not move. You can pray however you want. You can pray hard, or you can pray soft. You can pray aloud, or you can pray silently. But no matter how you pray. That feather will not move. You can pray for a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, or even for a year, and. That feather will not move. If you don’t think you are praying correctly, ask the worship leader of your religion (Priest, Rabbi, Imam etc) to pray with you and guess what? That feather will not move. You can also ask the...

Fear is the basic building block with which all religions that have been invented by man are constructed with. And make no mistake, ALL religions have been constructed by men - except those constructed by women of course. But I don't know of any that have been constructed by women. If you are aware of them, do let me know.  Fear "Believe this, or you will have a terrible life" Fear "Believe this, or  after you die, you will rot in hell for all eternity"  And as soon as they can get away with it (and every religion will say this), "believe this or we will KILL you".  Without that fear no religion would ever exist. And that fear is the same whether today, you are a Jew Christian, Muslim or follow any other of the 1000's of religions in existence today. Remember too that there are dozens of religions that come in and out of existence every year, all pushing the same message of fear.  And that fear followers feel now is no doubt the same fear felt by f...

  Death was not good to my mother.  Shortly before she died, surrounded by myself and my siblings, I heard a distinctive male voice say, 'Come on dear'. The voice spoke unmistakably in the accent of my father's hometown. So naturally, I assumed - for I believed in such things at the time - that he had come to take her to the 'other side'.  Though none of my siblings reported hearing the voice, I was comforted by hearing it, as seconds later she slipped away. At last, I thought, she would be reunited with my father who had died 22 years before, just four years into their marriage.  She had never really recovered from that blow. And looking at old pictures of them, I can see why. Mother was a classical beauty, who would not have looked out of place on a film set. My father also had film star looks. Think Rock Hudson meets Cary Grant when both were in their prime to get an idea of his features. Back that up with wartime service in British Special Forces and you will se...