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Christopher Hitchens on God

I know people have more important things in their life than to listen to me rant and rave about religion, because I have my feelings and you have yours.  I would do nothing ever to criticize anyone's beliefs unless they tried to push those beliefs on to me.  I've had it done and crushed people's attempts.  Not with contempt and nastiness, but with intelligence and common sense. The link I attached above is the genius Christopher Hitchens questioning the existence of a higher power.  It is one of the many videos in which he does so and with an eloquence that is unmatched.

During this time of year, we get a lot of religious arguments.  Christ in Christmas has already been attacked in this blog, so I'll desist.  I was raised to question everything.  In doing so, it's become evident that in my world, there is no God.  I stated on Facebook this afternoon, that I always doubted God, but after reading the Bible, it was confirmed.  Anyone who reads this fictional piece of literature, has to see how ridiculous it is to believe.  I have read the Koran cover to cover also and books on African and Native American religions as well. The problem is that most devoted followers either have never read it or don't understand it.  Any woman who believes in what the bible says is insane, because the Bible sees women as lower than slaves, which by the way, it endorses.  I appreciate people's faith as long as it isn't blind.  This is what Hitchens repeatedly preaches.

Hitchens passed yesterday.  The world lost a brilliant man, who asked nothing more than that people look at the facts and then reevaluate their beliefs based on scientific and historical facts.  He debunks many myths and misunderstood beliefs.  He crushes some of them in fact.  I've always prided myself as being understanding of everything others believe and respecting it.  Lately it seems, between politics and religion, people feel like it's their duty to convert you.  The sad fact is that the average person is not mentally equipped to do this, to anyone, let alone me.  That might sound egotistical, but I'd say ninety percent of the arguments I have on these matters end up with the person walking away or "agreeing to disagree," which is a nice way of saying, i have not more ammunition and I know you do. 

Regardless of your position on faith, I applaud you for sticking to your beliefs.  I just ask that you not cram them down my throat.  You don't post on Facebook how everyone who doesn't say Merry Christmas or believe in God is a sinner.  I ask that you read up on the science of the earth, the history of the earth, before spouting off about it's creator.  I read a lot and listened to a lot of Hitchens over the last few months, but must admit, I've never fully read any of this books.  I came across a quote today in which Hitchens explains that the only proof we have of what God looks like is man made.  He goes on to say, many believe that God made us in his image, when in fact we made him in ours. 

The man said many brilliant things, but to me, what makes him so incredibly brilliant, whether he be talking religion or politics is that his statements are so pure.  By pure, I mean, to refute them, one must give up fact and base their entire argument on opinion and sentiment and that means, for lack of a better phrase, he has already won.  I consider myself a very intelligent person and in fact at times, overly intelligent and too much of a thinker.  It is not to say I find myself to be more intelligent than everyone else, but I know I have a deeper, more thorough understanding of things than others.  What amazes me about Hitchens is the fact that I listen to him and try to think of a retort, should I disagree, but I can not.  To leave me at a loss for words, as anyone who knows me, is a difficult task.

R.I.P. Christopher Hitchens


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