Ehh ... What's Up, God?

I saw a guy today wearing one of those "Atheist Bus" T-shirts—you know, the ones that tell us we can stop worrying and enjoy our lives because "there's probably no God."

What's curious about this is the assumption that fretting and misery are inevitable responses to the existence of God. Of course, such a notion stems from the atheistic conception of the God they imagine we gullible spiritual types believe in: a vindictive, capricious son of a bitch ready to flog at the slightest misdeed.

Fortunately, the God of atheist critique is a caricature, bearing as much resemblance to the real thing as Bugs Bunny does to a rabbit.