Prayer Deadly To Sick Children part IV

Let them, the whiny ‘coexist-nicks’ and the Christian exceptionalists and the self-congratulating thought-terminators barging in like a first grader showing off his knowledge of the rules that declare upon any challenge to one’s religion that everybody has a right to their own opinion, come and ask why it is that we must be vocal about what we don’t believe. Let them invent their armchair pop-psychological diagnoses that claim that atheists have some beef with a god we secretly believe in, let them present us with that absurdity. Let them challenge our upbringings and prescribe us with their many superstitions and nonsensical ramblings, magic spells they call prayers. And when they ask why we are not silent or why we won’t lie down in the name of some flawed concept of tolerance or why we refuse to buy in to their lies and their fears, we will answer with the name of 2-year-old deceased Philadelphian Kent Schaible or 15-month-old Ava Worthington or 11-year-old Madeline 'Kara' Neumann, a diabetic whose parents refused her insulin and were subsequently sentenced to a mere six-month sentence in this murder simply by pleading religion, and the countless other children whose parents relied on a magic spell, whose authors were practically cavemen, and a ghost in the clouds. And we will ask them back how they accept that. How does one tolerate this?

I am an atheist. I don’t believe in god or Jesus or prophets or souls or afterlives. My morality has not suffered. I did not stand by and watch a child die needlessly, with real medical help only minutes away in favor of testing my magical spells. My heart is not cold. I don’t seek to steal anyone’s security blanket.

I’m an atheist and I’m proud to be one.