Why are you pro-life if you don’t believe in God?


Of all the questions people ask me, the most irrational one is: “Why are you pro-life if you don’t believe in God?”. Because of this, I have come up with a response: “Why are you pro-God if you don’t believe in Life?”.

I should hope the meaning of this is obvious, but there are always a few people who will not automatically get the message. For those, I am going to explain. The average Christian, Jew, Muslim, or Hindu just expects everyone to believe their god exists. Notice that I say “god” rather than “God” in this case because they all have their different god. It is not as though there is just one. The existence or the morality of ALL of them are debatable.

However, there are those who insist that their view is true and do not feel the need to prove it. This is great because I don’t want to debate them. However, if those same people insist that I need to prove that abortion is wrong, then they are hypocrites. Why is their faith in their god somehow more respected than my faith in Life. Notice that this time I say “Life” rather than “life”. That is because I am saying that, to me, Life is more relevant than any of their many gods they tell me about. I also believe that all living things are connected in such a way that killing someone else is the same as killing myself. I follow the Golden Rule.

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You might like my other blog post about the Golden Rule:
https://chandlerklebs.wordpress.com/2014/01/21/why-the-golden-rule-is-relevant/

Why hormonal birth control pills are irrelevant


I used to think that birth control pills were good because fewer pregnancies equals fewer abortions. On the surface this makes sense, but there are some problems with it.

First, women should not be pumping themselves with hormones that may damage their health so that men can use them as a sex machine. I feel sorry for women who believe that their body is bad and needs to be corrected with strange drugs so that men who don’t want children don’t have to take responsibility.

My second issue with it is that using hormones is not 100% effective at preventing pregnancy anyway. People have tried to fool the human body with hormones, but I am convinced that it doesn’t work.

The third problem I have with pills like is that they are a waste of money. Companies who sell these things are literally making money off of other people’s sex lives. You may not be bothered by this, but I think that the money could be put to a better use to actually help people.

I will not debate about other forms of contraception because I have no reason to suspect that they are a damage to health like hormones in pills might. They may still be a waste of money, but I know that not everyone can be the same kind of asexual autistic animal that I am.

Suicide as a way to heaven?


This is part of an email that I got because I subscribe to Atheist Republic. The reason I am sharing this story is because it shows how a person’s beliefs can lead them to suicide. I relate to this exactly because when I was a Christian I wanted to kill myself so that I could go to heaven. Apparently, the same problem can happen with Muslims.

“A personal message from Atheist Republic founder, Armin Navabi: When I was a young Muslim in the Islamic Republic of Iran, I became terrified of hell. I spent years trying to find a way to avoid going there. But what terrified me even more, was the thought of my mother going to hell because she did not pray five times a day like good Muslims were supposed to.

In our school, we were taught that if a boy dies before the age 15 (or a girl before the age of 9), he would enter heaven no matter what. In my mind, it was clear what I should do and was surprised no one else took advantage of this obvious loophole.

I jumped out the window at my school in an attempt to kill myself and enter heaven; I failed. I broke my wrist, both legs, and my back, and I ended up in wheelchair for seven months. After my failed attempt, and seeing what it did to my mother, I decided to just try to be a good Muslim. I became very religious and begged my parents to pray on a daily basis.

I started studying Islam in greater detail; the more I studied, the more questions I had and the more confused I got. I started questioning God’s judgment to send people to hell simply because they picked the wrong religion, and then I felt guilty for questioning God. But then, I convinced myself that studying the nature of God couldn’t be a bad thing. I decided to study religions other than Islam, even ancient, dead ones, to see what was so evil about them that the adherents should deserve eternal damnation.

The more I learned, the more it seemed possible that the whole thing could be a man-made concept. I was terrified about even letting that thought enter my mind. But it did. And I couldn’t take it back. I could feel the doors of hell opening right in front of me. I could feel God looking right into my thoughts. I could feel his disappointment. I felt like I let my best friend, my protector, my creator, down. I felt so ungrateful and even evil. But once the doubt started, I couldn’t stop it anymore. I kept thinking about the idea of religion being man-made and the more I did, the stronger my doubt got.

Eventually I decided that I needed to face all of it head-on. I knew God was real and there must be proof. I thought if I could find the proof, my faith would be stronger than ever. I started my hunt for evidence, or any logical reasoning for the existence of God, but I couldn’t find any. I grew desperate. I started praying, begging God to show me anything. A sign, a message, anything. My prayers were never answered.

By age 18, I had lost all my faith in God. I felt cheated, betrayed, fooled. I had sacrificed so much (almost my life) for a fairytale. I knew no one else who doubted God. Sometimes, I felt that maybe there was something wrong with my head. I thought, “Am I really that arrogant to think that I have discovered something that no one I knew had realized?” I wanted to let more people know about my lack of belief and the thought process that had led me to that conclusion.

I was becoming exceedingly lonely being an atheist in an Islamic country so I started a community about this topic on Orkut (a social media website that was popular in some countries before Facebook). I was surprised to see so many people joining the community and discussing the topic. I was so excited to find others like me. The idea of God not existing didn’t seem so crazy anymore. I wanted to reach out to more people, find more atheists, and discuss God and religion with anyone who was interested; more than that, I wanted people to see atheism as a legitimate option. It seemed unfair that people weren’t given a chance to choose.

I didn’t set out to convince people that God doesn’t exist, my aim was to let them know about the many people who didn’t believe in God, providing an invitation for them to explore such ideas if they were interested. But more than that, I wanted to create more communities for atheists like me, and make them feel less lonely and ashamed. I wanted them to know that not only are there others like them, but that there are people out there willing to listen, support and guide them.”

The egg that came before the chicken


“In this world, when it was destitute of brightness and light, and
enveloped all around in total darkness, there came into being, as the
primal cause of creation, a mighty egg, the one inexhaustible seed of all
created beings. It is called Mahadivya, and was formed at the beginning
of the Yuga, in which we are told, was the true light Brahma, the eternal
one, the wonderful and inconceivable being present alike in all places;
the invisible and subtile cause, whose nature partaketh of entity and
non-entity. From this egg came out the lord Pitamaha Brahma, the one only
Prajapati; with Suraguru and Sthanu. Then appeared the twenty-one
Prajapatis, viz., Manu, Vasishtha and Parameshthi; ten Prachetas, Daksha,
and the seven sons of Daksha. Then appeared the man of inconceivable
nature whom all the Rishis know and so the Viswe-devas, the Adityas, the
Vasus, and the twin Aswins; the Yakshas, the Sadhyas, the Pisachas, the
Guhyakas, and the Pitris. After these were produced the wise and most
holy Brahmarshis, and the numerous Rajarshis distinguished by every noble
quality. So the water, the heavens, the earth, the air, the sky, the
points of the heavens, the years, the seasons, the months, the
fortnights, called Pakshas, with day and night in due succession. And
thus were produced all things which are known to mankind.” – Mahabharata BOOK 1: ADI PARVA SECTION I

I have two questions for those who manage to read this.

1. Why do you think I posted this?
2. Does it mean anything to you or does it look like nonsense?

Why fireworks are irrelevant


Every year in the first week of July, people are setting off the noisiest fireworks. I never was really into fireworks, but as I have learned more about the world and seen countless examples of money wasted on foolish things, I see fireworks as an example of money that could have gone to a better purpose.

There are enough people who are starving that would prefer food over seeing colored sparkles for a few seconds. I will never again volunteer at a fireworks tent like I did in the past back when I was a part of churches who sold fireworks. I now see fireworks as a terrible money making scam just like mascara, fingernail polish, hair dye, alcohol, sex, religion, and birth control pills. What fireworks have in common with all these things is that none of them give someone any lasting benefit. They are temporary and will not be remembered after someone dies.

Aside from the waste of money, I also think it is rude to keep people from being able to sleep by forcing them to hear sounds of exploding fireworks. This is just one more reason I want to get away from the city and live far out in the the middle of nowhere so I don’t have to hear so much noise. At the very least, maybe in the future I can take a vacation during the first week of July so I miss all the noise that people make long before and after the fourth of July.