Wah, wah, freakin’ wah! UGH. It drives me crazy that my husband participates in this nonsense. (In his defense, he at least is not a brainless leftist-or-die zombie to the anti-god cause. He’ll still call out bullshit. Even if he is sometimes a jackass about it.)

I have as hard a time with organized non-religion as I do organized religion. The problem with groups of people who meet to encourage a single type of behavior is that, inevitably, it all becomes a giant stroke-fest of whining self-righteousness.

As a self-righteous whiner who enjoys her whining solo, it just seems to me a little specious, this gathering of self-proclaimed “Freethinkers”. How free can you be if you’ve got all these people around you telling you you’re right? It’s like Miley Cyrus saying that she’s brilliant and talented because, you know, like, all her dancers and her bodyguards say so.

“/scoff, scoff, scoff,” she scoffed, “/scoff scoff!”