Anyone with a brain knows that ‘god’ doesn’t exist. Science proves it. Pure reason and logic prove it. Neil Degrasse Tyson even said so on the Cosmos reboot.
And that’s why I have devoted my life to one purpose and one purpose only: absolutely destroying him.
Though he isn’t real, he consumes my every waking moment. My every breath is given to this one great cause. I eat, work, play, and live for the noble aim, to end this imaginary god’s made-up existence.
Even when I go to sleep, I dream of standing over this imaginary god and raising a fist of triumph, secure in the knowledge that I have vanquished a god who does not exist.
Some atheists and agnostics are content to simply go about their lives, respecting others’ beliefs, even if they disagree with them. But not I. No, sir. I cannot stay silent while others believe in a god of man’s own invention.
God, if you’re out there somewhere (and I know you’re not), sleep with one eye open—I’m coming for you.
Pretty much sums it up. If they really didn’t believe God existed they wouldn’t spend their lives trying to prove it. Indeed, one has to be a bit insane to rail against someone one doesn’t believe exists. Sort of like spewing venom at unicorns…
But, to be fair to the silly angry atheists, the ‘god’ they’ve constructed in their feeble minds does not exist. But the God of Scripture, theology, and history does. And him they hate.