FundyLand Community Chorus™ – Sticky

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I liked this spectacularly raunchy post, so I made it a sticky. Scroll down for newer posts.

Help! We're being oppressed!

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I’m a member of the FundyLand Community Chorus™, directed, accompanied and sung entirely by fundies.* The chorus is supposed to be secular–a class offered by the local community college–but an objective observer would conclude it is a church choir, wholly founded to support the cause of right-wing Christianity.

The director is a fundy. The accompanist is a fundy. We practice in a church. We sing our concerts in churches. Most of our songs are religious or patriotic. (Unquestioning devotion to Amurca-Love-It-Or-Leave-It® is a main tenet of right-wing Christianity…unless we’ve just elected a black president, in which case, all bets are off.)

I put up with the FundyLand Community Chorus™, because I love classical music. And I forgive the composers because in their time, religion was the only game in town…or else. I especially like songs sung in Latin, Italian, German, Spanish or some other language I don’t understand. If I can’t understand the words, I won’t be offended by the dogmatic beliefs they espouse.

“But Mom! I don’t pay attention to the lyrics. I just listen to the music!”

Last weekend, while waiting to go onstage for the second half of the concert, I was looking at the wall decorations of the church. One was a sampler of DaVinci’s Last Supper.

Here’s what I was thinking and I swear to God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Krishna and the Prophet Muhammad, I honestly couldn’t help myself.

The Last Supper

Obviously, I couldn’t lean over to the fundy next to me and share my thoughts.


I’ve discovered humor–even ridicule–is the best medicine when it comes to fighting fundamentalist Christian indoctrination. Once you realize the difference between taboo morality (based on religious mores) and real morality (based on what is best for people), it is therapeutic to break the hold of taboo morality as often as possible by engaging in activities that don’t hurt anyone, but defy the silly morality religion taught you to obey.

Bad words?

How are they bad? As Cartman from South Park said, “They don’t fucking hurt anyone.” Swear as much as possible. (It is a good idea, however, to keep in mind the situation. It isn’t pleasant to have an entire town full of fundies angry with you.)


How is that bad? It is a natural function of the human body. It is in religion’s best interest to control sexuality. (For more on this, check out Darrel Ray’s book, The God Virus.)

Rebel against the absurd while upholding what is truly moral. At first you may feel guilty, but in time, it will lighten your load. :)

*OK, there are a few moderate or liberal Christians, plus a token atheist: me.

So, it turns out atheists can be as nasty and dangerous as theists

Posted by Atheist in FundyLand     Category: Miscellaneous Blog Entries, Sticky, Throne of Thought

After my post on elevatorgate, I watched as the atheist community–if you can call it that–imploded. I should have realized it was coming. The only thing atheists share with each other is a position on a single point. We don’t believe in god. That’s it. Every other belief is pretty much up for grabs. Unsurprisingly, it turns out atheists are jealous and proud of it; petty, unjust, unforgiving control freaks; vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleansers; misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bullies…to quote another somewhat misogynistic atheist bully.

The biggest offenders are batshit men’s rights activists and, to a lesser extent, their batshit counterparts, militant feminists. As a woman subscribing to mostly men’s YouTube channels, I saw more of the former than the latter. Yes, I find both extremes disgusting, but I observed much more craziness from the men than I did from the women; therefore, this post will focus on the craziness of men’s rights activists who happen to be atheists. This is similar to my past decision to focus on Christianity because I live in a nation where Christianity is the number one religion. This nation also discriminates against women far more often than it discriminates against men. There are some exceptions (male circumcision and custody rights come to mind), but for the most part, men are in a position of power in this country. This makes the over-the-top misogyny in the atheist “community” even more heinous in my eyes.

I’ve seen men wonder why they don’t see more lady atheists. Well, as a lady atheist, I don’t particularly want to hang around with the likes of The Amazing Atheist and others who have completely lost all sense of common decency. At one point, I didn’t even want to hang around with myself because I had been blind enough to subscribe to said nutjobs.

Here are some lovely quotes from a Reddit thread penned by T.J. Kincaid, the self-styled “amazing” atheist. He was talking to someone who self-identified as a rape victim:

Yeah. Well, you deserved it. So, fuck you. I hope it happens again soon. I’m tired of being treated like shit by you mean little cunts and then you using your rape as an excuse. Fuck you. I think we should give the guy who raped you a medal. I hope you fucking drown in rape semen, you ugly, mean-spirited cow. Actually, I don’t believe you were ever raped! What man would be tasteless enough to stick his dick into a human cesspool like you? Nice gif of a turd going into my mouth. Is that kind of like the way that rapists dick went in your pussy? Or did he use your asshole? Or was it both? Maybe you should think about it really hard for the next few hours. Relive it as much as possible. You know? Try to recall: was it my pussy or my ass?

Nice, eh? Did you notice the projection? I don’t think I’ve ever encountered anyone more mean-spirited than T.J. Kincaid and his flock of sycophants.

By the time I found this little gem, I’d already unsubscribed from The Amazing Atheist. His views are so incredibly vile I also unsubscribed from everyone who was still subscribed to him and noticed in hindsight that many of them tended to rely on personal attacks rather than reason to address the problem of religion. What a blind fool I was.

Disgusted by the infighting that ensued, I unsubscribed from every YouTube atheist except for mister deity, who appears to be a kind, well-balanced individual. Granted, there are a lot of other decent YouTube atheists, but at that point I was finished with the atheist movement. As with most other causes, it was co-opted by a bunch of shrill extremists and I no longer wanted anything to do with the lot of them. I still don’t.

So, what the fuck do I do now?

Elevatorgate: Atheist in FundyLand weighs in

Posted by Atheist in FundyLand     Category: Miscellaneous Blog Entries

My first opinion on what has come to be known as “elevatorgate” came from The Amazing Atheist.

As an aside, why must every single scandal have the word “gate” attached to it? Why can’t it be “elevatorpassageway” or “elevatordoor” or “elevatormovable-barrier-in-a-fence-or-wall”? C’mon people. It’s been 37 frickin’ years. You’d think we’d be more creative than that. Then again, we’re talking about America. Alas for my country!

As much as I enjoy the videos of The Amazing Atheist, I think he can be a douche. I agree with him 85-90% of the time, but I unsubscribed due to his douchey behavior. Obviously, I still watch the guy or I wouldn’t be talking about his take on elevatorgate.

The Amazing Atheist made perfect sense and I was on his side until I heard the actual story (not a strawman version) and read Richard Dawkins’ obnoxious response:

Dear Muslima

Stop whining, will you. Yes, yes, I know you had your genitals mutilated with a razor blade, and . . . yawn . . . don’t tell me yet again, I know you aren’t allowed to drive a car, and you can’t leave the house without a male relative, and your husband is allowed to beat you, and you’ll be stoned to death if you commit adultery. But stop whining, will you. Think of the suffering your poor American sisters have to put up with.

Only this week I heard of one, she calls herself Skep”chick”, and do you know what happened to her? A man in a hotel elevator invited her back to his room for coffee. I am not exaggerating. He really did. He invited her back to his room for coffee. Of course she said no, and of course he didn’t lay a finger on her, but even so . . .

And you, Muslima, think you have misogyny to complain about! For goodness sake grow up, or at least grow a thicker skin.


My god. Or rather: my sky-daddy-I-don’t-believe-in-anymore.

Is Dawkins really that big of a dick?

I didn’t want to believe it. I’ve always thought of him as my favorite horseman of the apocalypse. I’ve always wanted to meet him. I’ve had actual dreams about meeting him. I admired him that much.

And you thunk Christopher Hitchens was a douchebag!

At age 43 (and barely holding), I should have given up on the idea of heroes long ago. Part of the problem is I put Dawkins on a pedestal he obviously doesn’t deserve. He didn’t ask to be put there. I put him there myself.

So I guess it isn’t entirely his fault my opinion of him has dropped from adulation to low-level contempt.

Will I still buy his books? Probably. But I’ll remember there is another aspect to his personality. He’s an arrogant, privileged denizen of the UK who has never faced life as a woman. He doesn’t know what it’s like to walk alone in a scary parking garage (one of my phobias) or end up alone with a man who is hitting on you in an elevator at 4 a.m.

I thought feminism had pretty much done away with the worst of misogyny, but Richard Dawkins’ inability to understand why Rebecca Watson found the elevator guy “creepy” makes me realize we still have a long way to go.

Ostracized by a Thousand Cuts: Cut One

Posted by Atheist in FundyLand     Category: FundyLand Community Chorus, Miscellaneous Blog Entries, Ostracized by a Thousand Cuts, Throne of Thought

Just before the FundyLand Community Chorus™ sang Mendelssohn’s Elijah, one of the soprano soloists got sick. Upon hearing the news, a voice in the chorus rang out, “Let’s have a group prayer!”

Something deep inside me began to sob. If this went down, I would have to “out” myself as an atheist to everyone who didn’t already know. Every single time I’ve “come out” to a Christian, I’ve been rejected on some level. The first and worst time, my friends tried to cast a demon out of me (no, I’m not kidding) then abandoned me. I’ve never fully recovered. Like all old, very deep wounds, this one hurts like hell every time I think about it.

Lately I’ve decided to pick my battles, but this was a battle my conscience would not let me ignore. FundyLand Community Chorus™ is funded by the state. A group prayer would violate both my civil rights and the establishment clause of the First Amendment of the US Constitution.

As the familiar burning sensation of remembered rejection seeped from my heart into my thorax and throat, I prepared myself. Oh god, this was going to suck.

My singing buddy (the only black person in the chorus and one of the few black people in FundyLand™) shouted, “Yeah, let’s do it!” She doesn’t know I’m an atheist. What would she say if she found out? What would she do?

I glared at the chorus director. He and I have had our own problems over religion and from my perspective, he owes me a huge-ass apology: an apology I’m likely to receive about the same time Harold Camping accurately predicts the rapture.

My eyes said, “Do it and you’ll be hearing from the ACLU tomorrow.” His eyes met mine for a split second. Was that guilt I saw in them? I hope so.

“OK, chorus,” he said, “I want to look at ‘The Fire Descends’.”

“That’s right, you little Ned Flanders clone,” I thought. “That’s right, you little fundy fucker. Move along. Move along.”

I wasn’t in a very charitable mood. Thinking about it again just now, I’m still not in a very charitable mood.

Chorus members were dropping like flies due to some godawful bug. During the rehearsal, I asked the alto soloist how she was doing.

“OK,” she said. “I’ve had a few issues with my voice, but I had my husband pray for me and anoint me with oil.”

Anoint you with oil????

I envisioned her husband dumping an entire quart of high-viscosity Pennzoil 10W-30 over her head.

“Hey, that’s wasteful!” I imagined telling him. “Just baptize her in the Gulf of Mexico, why don’t you? Hire a helicopter pilot to fly you out to the Deep Horizon plume, tie some weights to her legs so she’ll be certain to make it to the proper depth and give her a little push. While you’re at it, why don’t you take the entire church? You can ask some of the other churches to join you. Turn it into a big ‘Anointing with Oil’ party. Hell, take the whole fucking town! It’ll be just like the rapture!”

Maybe then I could have some peace of mind. Maybe then someone halfway interesting would move into this god-infested town and actually stay for more than six months.

After the final concert, I was sitting in the church’s reception room frantically erasing notes I’d made in my score (it was a rental). My singing buddy, Louise—the one who had seconded the “Hey! Let’s violate the first amendment!” motion—gave me some mammoth ivory and some lovely beads for my web store. It was a very sweet thing to do. I was touched.

But in the back in my mind, Atheist in FundyLand™ was on the warpath: “What do you think would happen if she found out you’re an atheist, hmm? Do you think she’d give you beads then? Would she still want to sit with you in chorus? Would she even want to be in the same room with you?”

Experience tells me she would not.

Louise had brought the beads in a little black shopping bag that said “Sephora” on the side. As cramps began to creep into my hand, a pair of fellow altos started talking about their churches and made plans to visit the church of a pastor who was in the chorus. By that point I was fundied out. I just wanted to erase my score and get the fuck out of there.

Another alto approached me and read the word on the bag. “Sephora…isn’t that the name of the village Jesus helped build?”

I nearly wanted to scream. While Church Chat was going on in one ear, I was being “Jesused” to death by a third fundy in the other. This was the same fundy who once told me scientists had learned the carbon in potassium decayed at a much faster rate than previously thought. (If you don’t immediately know why this is batshit crazy, take a look at the periodic table of elements.)

Sephora? I’ve never heard of such a thing. It’s certainly not in the bible and it’s not in any history I’ve ever read. What I wanted to say is there isn’t a whole lot of evidence Jesus even existed, but you can guess how that would have been received. Personally, I believe there was some crazy-ass sonofabitch running around Israel circa 30 AD and the religitards of that time attached their own mythology to him (See The Life of Brian). But it hardly matters. Jesus, if he existed, was not the son of god. He didn’t walk on water. He didn’t turn water into wine. He wasn’t born of a virgin. And he most certainly did not rise from the dead.

As the nosy fundy prodded, I became VERY engrossed in erasing my score.

When she finally walked away, I took an objective look at the chorus. Every single person—except for a couple of college students—is older than I am. Most have gray hair.

I peeked into the auditorium and took an objective look at the lingering audience: White, gray and blue hair dominated. Nearly everyone was caucasian.

I’ve come to the conclusion that this town is dying. Maybe religion will die with it, but in the meantime I’m trapped here.

As always, this is Atheist in FundyLand™ saying, “Won’t you please, PLEASE, PLEASE send help?”

Fundies say the damnedest (darnedest?) things.

Posted by Atheist in FundyLand     Category: FundyLand Community Chorus, Humor, Miscellaneous Blog Entries

The other day my mother and I were on the phone planning to go out for dinner. I have diabetes and was a bit shaky so I said, “Is it going to be awhile? I’m hungry now.”

“Just put something in your mouth,” she said.

Gee, Mom, exactly what should I put in my mouth, hmm? :)

I was talking to her on the phone last night and told her I wanted to text chat with my transgendered friend.

“I don’t understand why those people can’t keep that stuff to themselves,” she said. I thought about her inability to keep religion to herself, but didn’t say anything.

“Uh, Mom, being transgendered is an integral part of who this person is.”

“Well, we all have different facets. I don’t always show all those facets to everyone.”

“Yeah, but this isn’t a facet. All the facets of this person’s psychological makeup reflect the fact he is transgendered.”

“Your first cousin is one of…those,” she said.



“Jimmy is trangendered? I didn’t know that.”

“Yes. Jimmy is gay.”

“Uh, Mom. There’s a difference between being transgendered and being gay.”

“Well, I don’t want to know anything about that stuff,” she said. The “I don’t want to know” factor held by so many fundies and right-wing nutjobs led directly to the “I know! Let’s call ourselves Teabaggers!” disaster.

How odd. How strange. How perfectly predictable.

I’ve noticed that fundies don’t want to know much about anything. When I go into my mother’s house, I see The Bible and books by the likes of Lee Strobel, Jerry Falwell, Hal Lindsey, Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh. Fundies are afraid to read anything else. They’re afraid they’ll come across something that doesn’t completely line up with their preconceived notions of reality. As a result, they’re completely ignorant and make extremely poor conversationalists. Living in this god-infested town is starving my brain to death.

Once after I’d had eye surgery and became functionally blind due to complications (scary!), the director of the FundyLand Community Chorus™ drove me to my ophthalmologist’s appointment nearly two hours away from FundyLand™. He’d recently had an opportunity to ship the kids off and spend some quality time with his wife.

He said, “It was great having the time to plug in to my wife.”


“So tell me, oh mighty chorus director. How many times a week do you ‘plug in’ to your wife?” I asked.

I began laughing uncontrollably, slamming my open palm repeatedly on the dashboard, tears streaming from my eyes. I laughed so hard I started coughing, but I still couldn’t stop. “How (cough, cough, COUGH!) many (cough, COUGH, COUGH!) times?”

I couldn’t see, but I’m guessing his face turned an interesting shade of magenta.

“Atheist in FundyLand™?” he said. “Atheist in FundyLand™, stop that. I mean it. Stop that right now.”

Even now I get a little chuckle, especially when I hear him in my mind, addressing the alto section, “Come on, ladies! Put out!” Does he even have the slightest clue what that means? Does he not want to know?

Ah, yes. Our little Ned Flandersesque chorus director / pimp. The funny little guy who could be so bright and interesting if he’d just ditch Jesus and pick up a fucking book.

Probably no one has bothered to tell you fundies this, so I will:

ATTENTION FUNDIES! You are fucking boring. Being around you makes my skin crawl and I’m pretty sure if it could, my skin would crawl right off the rest of my body to ooze as fast as it could away from you. You don’t read. You don’t learn. You don’t do anything that would make you even slightly more interesting. So the best I can fucking do is laugh at you when you say stupid things.

Fuck that shit. I want out of here.

I am SO HAPPY to be an atheist.

Posted by Atheist in FundyLand     Category: Miscellaneous Blog Entries, Proselytization Attempts

I just got a wrong phone number: someone looking for the “Petersons,” who haven’t lived at this number for at least seven years. As soon as the caller said, “Well, you live in the FundyLand™ area, so maybe you’ll be interested,” I braced myself for a proselytization attempt. But today I’m in a really good mood. I suppose it’s the promise of spring and the changes in the weather.

“Would you like to join us to celebrate the death of Jesus Christ and his resurrection?”

“Nope,” I said happily. “I’m not a Christian anymore and I’m SO HAPPY I don’t have to put up with all that crap. I’m SO HAPPY to be be an atheist, SO HAPPY to know that crap isn’t true. Now you have a nice day, all right?”

By “that crap” I’m sure you know what I mean: heaven and hell; endless obedience; endless guilt; endless worry; endless rules. I don’t have to be a slave to “that crap” anymore.

Hallelujah! To my enlightened mind be the glory.

I didn’t even get pissed. :D