The Atheist Commando

I came across this annual recently and it reminded me that I used to devour the TV21 comic that came out every week. This was published by the makers of Thunderbirds, Stingray and Captain Scarlett, all the shows I used to love watching as a kid.  These puppet shows were all set in the 21st Century, where everyone lived in gadget-filled houses and wore sharp suits and angular glasses, while driving flying cars. Life it seemed was going to be great when we got to the 21st Century. It was going to be modern and enlightened.   Well, here we are. Already in the first quarter of it, and what do we have?  No sharp suits, just loose tracksuits produced by slave labour in countries like Bangladesh. Gadget filled houses? Well, yes we have them.  I have two laptops, four tablets and several Alexa devices. But the houses are still pretty ordinary.  But do we have enlightenment? Sadly not. Thanks to weak minded politicians, we are still dominated by religion.  And ...

The easiest way to stop shit spreading is to stop spreading shit. If you stop spreading the shit that says that there is a God, and that yours is the only ‘true’   religion, then this shit will stop spreading.  And when the shit stops spreading, kids will stop growing up to become terrorists who kill people in the name of the pile of shit that is religion.  Its very simple. God does NOT exist now. God did NOT exist in the past, and God will NOT exist in the future.  Furthermore, all religions are a pointless waste of time. The best way to stop spreading the shit is to grow up and become an atheist!

Rocking Horse Shit is the best fertiliser to use for growing cucumbers, courgettes and tomatoes. Rocking horse shit also grows strawberries the size of tennis balls. If you spread it on your lawn, your grass will become lusciously green. And because rocking horse shit is sparkly with the aroma of Parma Violets there are no nasty smells to worry about. So where can you get it?  You can’t because rocking horse shit does not exist. Furthermore, by the very nature of what rocking horses are (inanimate objects) it CANNOT exist.  God is like Rocking Horse Shit. Not only does god not exist, but the way believers describe God (as existing outside of space, time and matter – the three ESSENTIAL ingredients for existence), God CANNOT exist.  As Stephen Hawking has noted “time did not exist before the Big Bang, so there was no time for God to make the universe in”. He also said (the universe) “did not need a god to create it”.  Of course, desperate believers could still try to ...

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.