Next time you meet an atheist, tell him or her that you know a bold, fresh guy, a barbarian who was raised in a working-class home and retains the lessons he learned there.
Then mention to that atheist that this guy is now watched and listened to, on a daily basis, by millions of people all over the world and, to boot, sells millions of books.
Then, while the non-believer is digesting all that, ask him or her if they still don't believe there's a God!
I still don't believe there's a God, Bill. In fact, I just found my God Belief Quotient sinking further into the negative numbers with that statement of yours.
What I do believe is that you're one of the most deluded, narcissistic, self-aggrandizing, fucked-up megalosers of all time. The only reason you "succeeded" in life is because an appreciable fraction of America consists of fucked-up megalosers with an inferiority complex who are looking for a Fucked-up Megaloser Messiah to tell them that their rampant stupidity, apalling ignorance, and stunted religion are signs that they're actually somebodies rather than nobodies. You got put on the air because you're not afraid to strut your ignorance and bigotry in public, and advertisers know your listeners are guillable enough to buy anything, including your books.
I don't believe in God because there are excellent, rational reasons for not doing so. I'm happy I don't believe in God because of fuckwits like you. I feel sorry for those friends of mine who believe in God, because their belief is tainted by your megaloserocity.
You're the anti-proof of God, Bill. I'm glad that evolution isn't a conscious process, because it would be tragic to think that it intentionally created someone as ridiculous as you.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go bleach my brain.
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Save some of that bleach for the rest of us; I fear there could be a desperate shortage any minute now.
There are some things you really don't need to know. Unfortunately, you generally don't realize that until after you've acquired the unneeded information.
Shudder.
Pass that bleach this way when you're done, Weemaryanne.
I'm astounded how often this sort of reasoning is offered as proof of a deity - someone's personal success means there simply must be one. O'Reilly's a particularly disturbing instance of this sort of logic, but I get a similar vibe every time I see some football player going down on one knee after a touchdown or something of that sort. It's as if they think that the (supposed) creator of the universe took a bit of time out of his day to help this person reach a particular bit of ground while he's in possession of an intrinsically useless object.
No matter how you spin that, it still sounds like the workings of an inflated ego to me.
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