What's It Like Dealing With Mormons Every Day?

Well that's what I've been doing for two months shy of five years here on a daily basis. On day one these Mormons tell me I don't know what I'm talking about, that I was never a Mormon, that I'm not criticizing their kind of Mormonism, that I have not shown their faith to be impossible, which is an impossible standard, and so forth, coming from the scholarly types as well as the kids in Junior High who think they can argue against me. They use non-sequiturs, red herrings, special pleading, begging the question, and either/or fallacies then beat their chests and crow about how they have refuted me and all atheists. Then comes day two, which is more of the same ignorance. Then comes day three. For nearly five years. I'm tired of playing nice. I'm turning over to the dark side. They are buffoons, utterly devoid of the ability to recognize they are brainwashed who repeat platitudes as if they are something new and profound which I have never heard or thought of before.

You know what I mean? I mean Christianity. I mean Christians. Christianity is dead in the water. It has been debunked so many times it's no longer funny. But Christians keep coming like zombies one after another throwing all they have against me and atheists in general, claiming we have a religion, that we have faith in atheism, that we have the burden to prove something, that atheism produced Hitler and the Holocaust, that Christianity produced democracy, women's liberation, modern science, and the abolition of slavery. They tell us God is righteous and never errs or falters in anything and that most emphatically he never does anything wrong--you wouldn't believe the amount of contorted mental gymnastics required to defend that one!

How many times must I debunk such drivel? It's utterly maddening. I wonder sometimes what it must have felt to be Joseph Lewis who saw only minimum change, if that, his entire lifetime, or Thomas Paine, or Robert Ingersoll, Bertrand Russell, and plenty of others. [Don't look now but some imbecile was about to tell me I'm no Russell or Ingersoll. I know that, idiot.]

Of course, this is the reason why I profusely thank the reasonable commenters I have here at DC for keeping me from having to deal with such idiocies. It really helps me greatly lest the Christians wear me out. Again, it means a lot to me. If you like what I have to say, and want me to continue on a daily basis, I need your help. Thanks so much. Together we're making a difference.