The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: a greedy, jealous, selfish, self-centered bastard; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent prick. – Richard Dawkins (with some alterations by me)
Babies born with defects. Children with cancer. Starvation in Africa. Poverty in India. War in the Middle East. Genocide in North Korea. If God is real, he does like his torture. He is quite skilled at making people suffer for as long as possible, pushing people to the very extreme, to the absolute limit & then twisting them & stretching them some more until they beg for death & then pulling it away so they live in despair for the rest of their life. It's just easier to assume that he is not real.
Hitler - somewhere between 8 and 10.5 million deaths, plus dozens of millions more from soldiers killed in WWII. Stalin - approximately 20 million deaths, plus 20 million more during WWII. Pol Pot - 2 to 4 million deaths. Mao Zedong - approximately at least 45 million deaths. ----GOD IS NOT REAL----
And yet, he still can't make the genitals of rapists/pedophiles suddenly fall off before they commit their next horrible act. Or how about causing AT LEAST one, if not all, of the 9/11 planes to mysteriously not work and never take off. Is that too complicated? How about just an aneurysm? One simple blood clot in the brain could've killed Hitler or Stalin or Pol Pot or Mao Zedong or Kim Jong IL. But no, instead he dicks around, slapping his face on toast & overpass water stains.
Then God is either a drunk driver or a psycho. I would pay good money for somebody who believes this quote to say this to rape victims and cancer survivors and paraplegic veterans suffering from PTSD and 9/11 families and see how long it takes before you get knocked out cold or cussed out of the room. God is not in control because God is not real.
Yea, thanks a lot, you sick bastard. Thanks for never allowing me to play sports or even run around with my pets/siblings. Thanks for making my parents have to bathe me and help me go to the bathroom long after I would normally need help. Thanks for making me buy a special car just so I can get around. Thanks for not allowing me to be able to get most jobs. Thanks for not allowing to allowing me to go to public venues (like theaters, restaurants, etc.) with comfort and dignity, or even at all.