There's an old saying that goes something like, “Slower than Molasses in January,” when describing something that is, um, slow.
And it got me to thinking. After Twenty One Hundred years, a small but vocal group of atheists have decided that berating, reprimanding and more or less kindergarten type intimidation is the best way to bring kindness toward others into the sphere of atheist morality.
Twenty One Hundred years and still the majority of atheists fly into a rage at the very idea of leaving organized religion because it told them to be good to others, only to have organized atheism tell them to be good to others.
Oddly enough, it's these old farts, the most famous and totally lacking insight kind of atheists, the one's who say they don't need God in order to be good people, who are the most upset at being “forced” to be good so that normal people can think that atheism is just a wonderful world-view.
Seriously. It's embarrassing to watch.
What kind of a personality disorder must those drawn to atheism have to take so frickin long to see, “Hey, if I'm good to someone else, it's almost like being good to myself.” What emotional psychosis must afflict a person to warrant being good to someone else, not because it's the right thing to do, rather they're good to others so that people will think more highly of those who have chosen atheism.
Seriously. I'm embarrassed for them.