So let me get this straight. Theists can and do have theist agendas. Whereas you seem to believe that materialists/atheists are somehow immune from having materialist/atheist agendas?
How does that work?
Wow, you are in trouble, aren't you?
What are those agendas? Who votes for them? How do those agendas get promulgated? For a start, to have an agenda, one needs
an organisation. Materialism & atheism don't have those organisations.
Here's a simple test for you:
You're in England, right? Roughly 50% of Poms think religion is a load of old bollocks. How many of them do belong to any type of secular or atheist organisations? The British Humanist Association nationally probably has fewer members than the Anglican Church does in bleeding Bristol! How many Catholics go to church every week in Britain? Millions!
Repeat after me: "There are no atheist or materialist "agendas", nor can there ever be."
Maybe if I went back to my old sig, which contained this quote:
Jon the Geek said:
The only thing which could possibly unite atheists is hatred of The Atheist
Sorry, mate, but there's no way out of this one.
You could ask God tonight in your prayers.
My guess would be that they all do. I mean why should you have a soul but not them?
(There are certain teachings that say some life forms such as insect colonies have group souls.. but we'd be getting a bit obscure there)
If I thought there were even a 1% chance of someone being able to hear and answer a prayer, I'd be doing just that, but I'll take your opinion in the meantime.
Man, I am so glad not to be going to heaven with the dysentery amoeba. Or scorpions - they're the one animal I really detest.
I always thought that love was the secret ingredient in really nice food.
Did you really say that?
*shudder*
How interesting. On this forum I keep hearing about these fabled MOUNTAINS of evidence to back up the dogma. Rarely do you get to see any.
Uh-oh. Looking for evidence of non-existence again? Nasty. We can cure tha, you know, but first you must give up all fairytales. No Tooth Fairy, no Santa - or his evil twin, Satan, no sky-daddy.
Where are the MOUNTAINS of evidence for evolutionist explanations of the origination of:
humour, music, poetry, sport, literature, art, plays, soap operas, homosexuality, celibacy, religion, prayer, meditation, chess, computer games, photography, astronomy, mathematics, physics, chemistry, zoos, political satire, ventriloquists, landscape gardening, camping, dressage, ... I could go on all night listing them.
Surely then, there should be a HIMALAYAN RANGE of evidence to explain how all this stuff originated from the evolutionist paradigm.
Haven't seen even any hills yet.
Carry on believing though. It's probably some kind of comfort to you.
Well, there are so many mountains, the best plan is to start with a couple of scholarly books, which will give you a good basis to research more, if required. The best of these have already been advised to you. The Himalayas would be mere foothills in the two million-year history of human development.
Project often?
Facetiousness, too, is inexplicable within the evolutionist paradigm. The more irrational behaviour you exhibit the more you're helping my argument. Cheers
Not only is it an easily explicable part of human nature, there are even arguments among the secular options for humour.
Have a butcher's at this stuff.
Don't waste too much time trying to define love. Because the definition is so precise that it's gonna sound ugly. I can give it to you but you don't wanna hear it, trust me.
Something like this?
What's love like?
Love is a silly human construct, on par with religion, homeopathy and anal-probing aliens. It is the conscious replacement for survival instinct. I'd much rather build a relationship on mutual respect & trust, enjoyment of each other's company and sexual compatibility than anything as fickle as a made-up emotion.
Love is holding a bucket for your loved one to chunder into because she's too weak to hold it herself. Love is drying the tears from her face as she feels the touch of her newborn baby on her bare skin. Love is holding hands and smooching in the sunset, never mind that you have grey hair, a pot belly* and saggy breasts*. Love is knowing that there is at least one person in the world who knows you as well as you know yourself but still isn't asking Jack Kervorkian over for dinner.
*Hopefully, that's one each.
FSM thought it was pretty good and I still stand by it.
(edited from the original due to now being in the kids' section)