Skeptopia

I’ve been in such a frenzy of atheism lately, probably as a rebellion against all of the Easter stuff going on (I haven’t had so much as one chocolate egg, dammit!) and today I read something that made me guffaw. (For the thing that made me guffaw yesterday, go here.)

In an old article in The Meming of Life, the author, Dale McGowan, refers to the God of the Old Testament thusly:

“…God (a.k.a. ‘male Bronze Age goatherds’)…”

Now, I’m aware as much as any atheist with a Christian background that the authors of the Old Testament were members of one of many nomadic desert tribes in northern Africa. But this was just the simplest and most… I don’t know, it just seemed like an Emporer’s New Clothes kind of moment for me. I mean, it’s like seeing the President in his underwear. You know he wears them, but it’s just a really funny thing to actually see it. Any words or actions attributed to God in the Old Testament were written by Bronze Age goatherds. It just stripped it down to its barest definition.

I don’t know, maybe it’s not that clever, but it made me laugh. New perspectives can do that sometimes.

I read this a while ago on Pharyngula, and when I googled it to find it again, I found this bit of insulting trash:

So, in response I borrowed from the thing I was looking for and made this response:

I hope PZ doesn’t mind.