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.

Atheist Bus: The Rejoinder

As an ex-atheist, I bemusedly note that my erstwhile brethren have taken up preaching. Now, the God of my understanding has never caused me worry, so I must confess I don't know what they're on about.

But the god of atheism—science—is these days wont to wag its finger at my ilk, offering free advice on what to eat and drink, which vitamins to take, how much exercise to get, and so on. Lifestyle is now the domain of science, and it's sloppy science: causation inferred from correlation, extrapolations from animal studies, biased research beholden to special interests. So, I offer this rejoinder (inquiries from transit systems welcome):