Rush Limbaugh
Blechhh!
I don’t like Rush Limbaugh. Have you noticed he’s been talking a lot about God lately? In a positive way? I think he’s a closet Christian. We keep our eyes on folks like him. He’s not to be trusted with a microphone. I may have to go down to Florida some day and challenge him; if he wins he gets a golden microphone.
What? Oh, never mind.
But even Rush Limbaugh can swerve into the truth (to borrow a phrase) from time to time. According to Limbaugh, painter and poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti (his death mask is shown to the right) said, ‘The worst moment for the atheist is when he’s really thankful and has no one to thank.”
And Rush is right! That’s one reason why atheism doesn’t make any sense– who what you gonna thank? You would have to be like my servant atheist I wrote about earlier who this Thanksgiving was going to thank the stupid “turkey that gave its life.” But even that is in vain because if you are truly an atheist, then nothing in life or death has any true purpose–everything just is because it is. If you don’t believe in God, you also don’t believe in me, or any other of the many spirit beings that surround you.
All atheists can believe in is a senseless, purposeless cosmos that never had them in mind, and cares not a twat for them. Something from nothing for no reason with no purpose and no meaning. Your atheism itself, my atheist servants, is merely a delusion, a nonbelief in a nonentity (you!) Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Happy, atheists? Ha ha ha ha ha.
So for my more bold servants, those who laugh at the futility of atheism, for those like me who embrace full-throated, fearless God-hatred, or even mere God-indifference, I offer you an alternative to Thanksgiving Day: Thankstaking Day. My servants, I formally declare the fourth Friday in November as Thankstaking Day, a day in which my servants who wish to not thank God can nevertheless thank someone: me!
And the beauty of Thankstaking day is that you, my servants, need do nothing. You do not need to give thanks; by your indifference to God you by default allow me to take your thanks.
You have much to thank me for, my God-denying, God-hating, or God-indifferent, servants. All over the world my servants live in a God-sanitized culture that was once God-filled. Europe used to be called Christendom, believe it or not. And America used to be called a Christian nation. There was a time when God’s name was more likely to be publicly uttered in a positive, holy sense than negative, profane sense. You, my servants are spared from such oppressive use of theistic religion.
I take your thanks.
My American servants can thank me for the families in 1962 that complained about voluntary prayer in public schools; prayers to “Almighty God” contradicted their religious beliefs. That case went all the way to the US Supreme Court where I won for you, my servants, the right to ignore God in public schools. No longer would you be subject to prayers that literally begged his blessings on you. Now their religious beliefs are yours. And the beauty of my genius? Their religious beliefs fit nicely with mine! You now enjoy a non-theistic religious secular school system. You have my blessings.
I take your thanks.
You can thank me, my theophobic servants, for sparing you the sight of any Christmas displays, any Christmas carols, and any mention of the name Christmas in public. I have worked tirelessly in all spheres of American culture to wipe clean all aspects of Christ. And, of course, Christmas must go. You are now free to refer to Christmas as “holiday.” you can decorate “holiday trees,” and you are subject only to sanitized greetings such as “Seasons Greetings.” Christ is out of Christmas.
I take your thanks.
You can thank me for the condition of the modern family, for teen mothers, absent fathers, and a culture that fosters both. I was integrally involved in the “sex education” that taught a generation of kids that the only limitation on sexual activity is that it should be “safe.” And, of course, ”safe” sex is still sex, and kids were safely getting pregnant, having abortions, raising what kids were left in single-parent households, and burdening a welfare system not meant for such free abuses. And no one can speak the truth in this matter without being labeled a religiously motivated prude. My victory continues.
I take your thanks.
You can thank me for leading the global challenge against the sanctity of life. You are now free, and even encouraged, to cut up into small pieces the baby who inconveniences your life. The numbers of babies so disposed of are staggering, and I must at least be acknowledged as the father of the lies that brought the world to this place of wholesale butchery. After all, it was I who influenced the choice of language to my advantage by framing the life or death issue as one of “choice” and fostered the creation and naming of organizations with nice names like Planned Parenthood, which should be called Un-planned Un-parenthood. I am great, I know.
I take your thanks.
I am behind the “politically correct” culture that has permeated every country of the world. I have made criticism of perverts and their behavior a hate crime. My “speech codes” would have embarrassed a free thinker 100 years ago, but today they are seen as the tolerant path to a more just society. We laugh down here every time some self-righteous intolerant, yet politically correct, bigot claims, and gets, the high ground in the popular consciousness.
I take your thanks.
You see, my God-denying, God-hating, or God-indifferent servants, you have much to be thankful for. If not for me you might feel obliged to vent your natural feelings of thanksgiving to God. Now they can be suppressed with dignity; I have taken you captive to a new freedom–a freedom to thank me for my work on this earth.
Go, my servants, thank me and enjoy this, the first Thankstaking Day.
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