Elegantly Misguided

      My favorite part about being a science fiction writer is that I get to think of complex problems and assign eloquent and beautiful solutions without the burdensome necessity of evidence. Is just has to 'sound' cool.

That's has been what my mind has been going around and around about for the past couple weeks; I've thought of something that sounds like a cool explanation of a real problem.

Million dollars

If you believe in Smurfs I'll give you a million dollars. Can you do it? Can you force yourself to believe in Smurfs? I'm sure you could lie to me, try to convince me that you believe. But what if I told you that to prove to me that you believe in my tiny blue Sunday morning childhood distraction, you could no longer eat donuts,

No one is Watching

Okay believers, I don't mean to rub your nose in it, but I gotta say that it is rather nice to not worry about the shame and embarrassment of a God watching me masturbate.

Why Atheism?

I thought it would be a nice idea to begin my blog about atheism with why I am an atheist. I know this isn't my first post, but the last one didn't count. That was just for me.

First off, I'm not an atheist because of some misplaced anger for God, or Gods. I didn't have a traumatic event that led me to deny the existence of a supernatural caretaker, or even some extra-terrestrial revelation. I just stopped believing one day. The realization came on, almost suddenly, one day when I was thinking about Santa Claus. That's right, jolly St. Nick held my hand and led me down the path to godlessness.

On the fateful day my thoughts

I'm an Atheist, not an asshole.

Well, I wanted my first blog to be a little lighter of heart, but life, or in this case death, got in the way.

      I am an Atheist, and a liar, but I am not an asshole. More accurately, I am not an asshole so I lie about my atheism. There are times when I am only too happy to argue about the existence of God. I have made it a point to not let people just assume that I believe in God. I don't let them get away with calling my hard work a Gift From God, or my good fortune the Grace of God, or even comforting my grief with God's Mysterious Ways. I have, proudly, I might add, declared my atheism at a church. I have even gone to the Mormon Temple in Salt Lake during their yearly celebratory Conference to debate with high ranking officials.

      What I will not do is tell a grieving mother,