Atheists, you aren't alone.

Nearly ten whole minutes of celebrities who share the same views as us atheists. I posted this because I know only a handful of atheists personally. The ones I do know, don't like to talk about religion. I personally enjoy discussing it, because it affects each and every one of us, every single day. Apparently some people don't care about that.

That's not to say I'm an atheist advocate. And I'm not going to try to get someone who believes to become an atheist. But I don't think any choices should be made blindly.

That's just my opinion of course. I have a lot of those, don't I?

I'll be the first to admit, I have no idea who some of these people are. However, there is a massive list online of celebrity atheists, but there are also many agnostics that aren't included in this video.

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Has our country lost its desire to learn?

I am frequently asked (both online, and in life), how I'm happy as an atheist. How can I possibly be happy without God in my life? My simple answer is, point me in his direction, and maybe I'll rethink my choices. No, not in the direction of the bible. And don't tell me to pray. Point me in HIS direction. Like, seriously. Where is he?

I don't need an imaginary being to pray to in times of need. That's what people are for. Real life, in the flesh, shoulder to cry on people.

Losing people I love does suck. And it has happened to me enough to last a lifetime, and I'm only twenty. So, people ask how I cope with that. Without God? Without the belief that I'll see those people again someday?

I grieve. And I move on with my life, missing that person. It is hard facing the facts; that our last encounter was truly our last, but I refuse to delude myself into believing in something that doesn't exist to help myself cope. I refuse to lie to myself.

Moving on....lets get to the point of this post.

I am proud to be an American, though it may not seem so. I have many issues with the way our country is run--issues that are set apart from the regular democrat vs republican war.

The truth is, regardless of what party is in office, they base many of their decisions on their faith. This country acts as if separation of church and state does not exist. The only time it is put into action is involving schools. Which I am grateful for, because I wouldn't want my kids being taught about god, when they're there to learn academics. But how would the politicians feel if a teacher refused to teach anything that went outside their personal beliefs? I'm sure they are forced to do so on a regular basis, which is only right. If they wanted to teach their beliefs, they should be teaching Sunday school.

So why is it different for our political leaders? Why do they get to base decisions on their personal beliefs?

Our rights are taken away from us daily. I don't mean things that are against the law, most laws are enforced for a good reason. (with the exception of marijuana being illegal, but that's for another time.)

Rights such as, gay marriage. There is no reason it should be outlawed. The only reason it is, is because the bible says it's wrong. Okay, lets ignore the fact that the bible is nothing more than a four thousand year old fairy tale. Lets assume the bible is true, and it is the word of a god. It still should not be used, to make decisions for mass amounts of people. There are millions of people living in this country who are not Christians, or christian affiliated. Even those who believe in their own god, have to play by the rules of those who believe in the christian god. It's disgraceful.

Blind faith confuses me. I can't understand how people can just assume there is a higher power, worship him, and refuse to accept the possibility that maybe, just maybe, god isn't the answer.

When you blind yourself with your god theory, you're shutting out any other possibilities that may have put us here. There is evidence to support the possibility that we came to be in another way, and absolutely no evidence to support the fact that god put us here.

Evolution is an observed theory. We have watched it happen, and no one can deny that evolution exists. You don't have to agree that evolution put humans on earth, but you can't deny the evidence that supports the theory of evolution.

But you do deny it. Because it discounts the possibility that your god exists. And because your bible says so, you shut out anything that may place doubt on your god's existence.

I think it's about time this country realizes that their faith may be nothing more than just that. Faith in a fairy tale.

Oh...how good it feels to be an atheist right now...

I love when the hypocrisy is captured on camera. Such a beautiful thing.

Blind Faith.

***Some of you may find this ridiculous. Many may be offended. Some may not get the message. Either way, it isn't my intention to offend anyone. I have my beliefs, you have yours. I still love you. This is just another writing activity.***



Forget everything you ever knew about Santa Claus.
What if I told you Santa Claus was real?

When I was eleven, I was in a desperate place. I was a greedy little child. I felt like the world revolved around me. Every eleven year old thinks that way, right?

I was walking alone in the dark alley I called home. It was behind a line of restaurants. I chose this place because it was my only hope for eating. Do you have any idea how much food is thrown away each night in these dark alleys, left for scavenging animals? You would be amazed.

Or you wouldn’t care. The average American doesn’t think much about those who go without.

I spent my days in a park. I sat on the benches in my dirty clothes, with my ratty hair, and no one ever approached me. Were they afraid? Of an eleven year old girl? Or did they just turn the other cheek, assuming my parents just didn’t care?

Maybe that was the truth. Maybe they didn’t care. Who were my parents? I didn’t remember them. I had been alone as long as I could remember. But an eleven year old’s memory doesn’t go back that far. Who knows where I came from.

I was sitting in the park one day, when a mother brought her two small children to play. I wasn’t sure of their ages, but I could see the mother was trying to keep them away from me.

A woman walking a dog stopped to let the children pet it. The little girl looked up to her mommy and said “Mommy, do you think Santa will bring me a puppy for Christmas?”

The woman thought for a moment before answer. “Put a puppy on your wish list when we get home, and we’ll see what Santa Claus thinks, okay?”

I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation. I couldn’t stop thinking about “Santa Claus”. Who was this person? What was Christmas?

Most important, he’s who you go to, to get what you want?

I did my rounds that night sluggishly. I knew so little about life, and yet I fought for my own. Would I ever have a mother such as theirs? One that may someday buy me a puppy?

I went to bed that night, and talked to him. I looked up into the stars, and imagined what Santa Claus looked like, and imagined that he was staring back at me.

I asked him for a warm place to sleep. I asked him for someone to care about me. I asked him for brothers and sisters. I asked him to give me something, anything, to push me forward. Give me a reason to live in this world.

I heard nothing.

I woke the next morning to a shadow hovering over me. A man stared down at me with confusion. He was wearing a suit, and there were cops standing behind him.

Was I in trouble? My first instinct was to run, but something told me that was a bad idea.

“What’s your name young lady?” The man asked.

“Sarah.”

“Do you have a last name, Sarah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” I admitted, ashamed.

The man turned and looked at the two cops. The cops shook their head simultaneously.

“I’m going to need you to come with me.” The man ordered, and extended his hand to help me to my feet. I followed.

I was taken to the police station and asked several questions. Such as; who are my parents, where did I come from, what’s the last thing I remember. And so on.

I knew the answer to none of these. I knew my first name, and I wasn’t even sure if I was right about that. It was the first thing that came to mind.

They realized they were getting nowhere with questioning me.

“We’re going to take you to a place with some other kids just like you, is that okay?”

Other kids?
“Sure.” I said, my excitement showing.

The kids in this place accepted me. I was one of them. They didn’t look at me like they wanted to run away like the kids in the part. They were my friends.

Until my mother and father came. Well, my new mother and father.

They took me home with them. They had two other kids. I had a brother and a sister. I had a family. Something I dreamed of, but never thought was possible.

I had my own room. The walls were pink, with a matching blanket on my white bed.

I had a television. I had art supplies.

I had food. Food that wasn’t the garbage restaurants thought wasn’t good enough for its customers. A real, home cooked meal.

Most importantly, I was loved. I was a part of something wonderful. I was happy.

I had Santa to thank for that. I asked him, and he gave me all of this.

People tried to tell me he wasn’t real over the years. That he was a fairy tale. Just some guy someone made up. A symbol of Christmas.

I don’t believe them.

In my time of need, I asked him for help, and all of this happened. How could I deny that it was him? I would be a fool to not believe. I would not betray by denying him.

The end.
Silly, silly girl?
Wrong.
It’s called blind faith.
Look around. It’s everywhere.

They believe in God.

© 2009 Amanda Harris

Ranting and Raving-Fair warning.

I try my best to enjoy every day of my life. But I guess today I'm just in one of those moods, that make it difficult to maintain a cheery mood.

There are a lot of things going through my head today, a lot of them are meaningless, even to me, but they stay there all the same.

I just realized how much I hate the phrase "Bun in the Oven"....I think it sounds very disrespectful to the baby, even if the baby has no idea what's going on. It just sounds, nasty.

I knew this girl, back in about fifth grade. We were really good friends, and to this day, our families are slightly invested in each other. However, I have personally, not been friends with her for a very long time. She's now pregnant. I'm honestly not sure if she even knows who the dad is, nor do I care. It's her life, I just hope the baby is well taken care of.

Although her situation is really none of my business, it does pose some questions in my mind. I will probably never understand "casual sex", and I'm totally okay with not understanding it. It's just not something I personally would ever do. But for those who do it....there are so so so many things you can do to prevent pregnancy, and if you're having "casual sex", it only makes sense to do everything in your power to keep from getting pregnant. Yet, most of them don't. The guys, nor the girls. And baby's are consistently brought into this world to parents who barely, if at all, know each other. It simply disgusts me, for the kids' sake.

Someone I've known for a very long time passed away a few days ago, and I just simply don' t understand it. Something seems very, off, about the whole situation. I feel like someone is hiding something, but I have no clue who, what, or why. But something doesn't feel right.The police have apparently ruled it a suicide, yet the family/witness, have told about five different stories. Their stories have all led back to it being an accidentally, in one way or another. Nothing makes sense to me.


I think coping with death, may be a little easier for me if I had faith in the fact that I would see them again someday. However, I can't force myself to have faith in something I simply don't believe exists.The feeling of hopelessness after someone dies is one of the reasons I believe man created religion in the first place. It makes me understand why I believe religion was created, but it doesn't help me believe in any religion. It's times like these that I wish I could bring myself to believe in something, anything.

I'm happy without religion in my life. I try to live every single day to the best of my ability, and I try not to take anything for granted. It's not like I'm a devil worshiper. I don't believe there's a devil either. Death just doesn't seem like something that should force me to become religious. It just wouldn't be right.

I think I'm done for now.....

My mind is opened by wonder.

I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief.---Gerry Spence.

I am truly fascinated with all types of religions. I enjoy learning about what other people believe. I do not believe in any religion. I believe they're all created by man to give us faith. I don't see anything wrong with having faith. If you believe it to be real, by all means, worship it. I will not live my life that way. I will not live by someone else's standards. I have my own set of standards. My own beliefs on what is right and wrong. I call it morality.

There may come a day when something happens, that proves to me that there is no other explanation, then God. But then poses the question, which God? Who's God? There is a different God for every religion. These miracles that people speak of, to which God do we give credit? I honestly feel like I will go to my grave, just wondering. I will not pretend that I know there is a God. I will not pretend that I know there isn't a God. Seeing is believing, and I have yet to see anything to make me believe.