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Earlier this week the English publication of ‘God: The Science, the Evidence’ happened. Written by two French blokes with contributions from more than 100 scientists, it makes the case for the existence of God by using science and rationale alone. Already a bestseller in France, where it has sold over 400,000 copies, it now arrives here, handily in time for Christmas. Oh, the serendipity! 

The are so many problems with this book that it’s hard to know where to start. So I’ll begin with conceptual problem, namely which type of God are they referring to, and once we know that much, then what specific example of that type do they mean?

For example, if you’re just interested in the basic no frills God, the one that created everything – the universe, space, the Earth and humans, – that’s called a ‘creator’ God. But there are at least six of them. These include the big three – Judaism, Christianity and Islam – but also ones I’d never heard of. I knew there were other Gods but I didn’t’ realise quite how many there were until I found this wikipedia page which, if hadn’t been so disciplined, I might still be plunging ever deeper into a rabbit hole of endless absurdity. 

It’s not entirely clear exactly which God it is that they’re trying to prove the existence of – and I haven’t been all that bothered to find out – so I’ll just go right ahead and assume it’s the one I’m most familiar with, the Christian one. And right there we have one of the main problems with the book, for in order for them to prove that God exists, they necessarily have to reject the very foundation upon which the devout Christians belief in their God is predicated. Namely, that a true believer in God doesn’t require evidence of Gods existence, because faith is enough. Indeed requiring evidence until one can believe that God exists is evidence of a lack of faith itself. Its a circular argument, quite brilliant in its way because its annoyingly irrefutability

I imagine then that a goodly amount of God botherers will be bothered by all this. Belief in God isn’t rational, it’s the very opposite of a rational belief, prides itself on the mystery, the unknown and utter preposterousness of it all. Creation of heaven and earth in seven days? Noah living 950? Virgin birth? Water into wine? Raising from the dead? How does any of that even begin to make any kind of sense? It doesn’t and that’s the point. The more the book uses science to prove the existence of God, the more it does the exact opposite. 

Had they expounded upon the theory that God was invented by man many thousands of years ago, when humans gradually became more agrarian and started living in smaller, then larger groups. then I’d’ve conceded the point. That because of this change in human behaviour, towards an increasingly more hierarchical society, those that combined a good spiel with a plausible manner were able to avoid any from of work. By inventing reasons why the crops weren’t growing, why the cows weren’t producing enough milk or why some women couldn’t bear children, charlatans absolved themselves from manual work. And if those things still kept repeating themselves, then whatever it was that people were doing to mitigate against such calamities, then they clearly weren’t doing enough of. Reminds me of the whole faith and evidence bollocks.

Because that’s what it is. Utter bollocks. All religions, complete and utter bollocks, the lot of them. It baffles me that after 150 years since Darwin proved the theory of evolution as being one of incontrovertible fact, one that demonstrated the majestic simplicity of natural selection as the reason why life exists, that religion isn’t treated with scorn and derision. Or that believers in them aren’t roundly mocked for being credulous fools and denied the vote. What other bollocks might these cretins believe in? It’s all bollocks. 

Apart from the Mbombo creation one. How alone, and in darkness, Mbombo felt an intense pain in his stomach, and then up vomited the sun, the moon, and stars.

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Several large hats off to the gang who broke into the Loove yesterday and got away with some valuable shiny things. For added style points – which you’d think that the French of all people would appreciate – the robbers did it in broad daylight, when it was open to the public and staff were about. They also, and this is why I hope they get away with it, neither harmed nor hurt anybody.

Is anyone in France poorer, I mean has anyone – real people that is , the ones who drive buses, work in shops and smoke too much – actually lost anything?

Or is it simply a theoretical loss, one that exists only as a headlines, in politicians minds and in loss adjusters nightmares? The theft of these baubles matters as much to the average French person as I imagine the theft of the Crown Jewels would mean to me. It was all stolen, only the methods varied through the ages.

According to the bible, God could go all Bruce Banner…!

In my last post, I deservedly ridiculed some of the frankly bizarre beliefs that hold sway in modern life. Such as UFO’s, the Loch Ness Monster, acupuncture, and the moon landings being faked. I observed that despite there being no credible proof for any of these, they somehow remain lodged in people’s consciousness as truths.

Now for the biggest mass delusion of all. I’m referring, of course, to religion or as I call it, a fairy story for grown ups. Quite how, in the 21st century – over 150 years since Darwin conclusively proved evolution wasn’t just a theory, but verifiable fact – religion isn’t a fading superstition but a flourishing worldwide activity, is a cause of serious concern.

This post will therefore be a tad longer than usual, because I’ve included some background on me, and I’ve also quoted and referenced the bible (The Revised Standard Version). The lesser known sources anyway, as I figure you’re familiar with the Adam and Eve story?

Like pretty much every child with religious parents, mine indoctrinated me into theirs, which just happened to be Catholicism. I knew my mum viewed going to church as more of a social activity than anything else, and my father saw religion as something you paid lip service to, especially if there was communion wine on offer.

Up until my confirmation I was the model of probity. It was during my confirmation classes that things started to go right, I was told I could choose a confirmation name and I was given a book of saint’s names to look through. Told I was allowed to have two, I considered my options and then said I want my confirmation name to be James Bond.  Only to be told that yes, even though there was a St James and a St Bond and that yes, even though I could have any two I wanted, no, having James Bond as my confirmation name wasn’t acceptable. Later, when I was studying Nazi Germany as part of my A Level history, I couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the Nuremburg rallies and religion. Specifically, that fact that there was a kind of group think at work, whereby otherwise quite rational people would get swept along in the carefully orchestrated emotional fervour of the moment and would become part of the group. It was about this time that I read Darwin and all of the unformed thoughts in my head suddenly coalesced.

As Julie Andrews sang in ‘Do-Rei-Me’ in ‘The Sound Of Music’, “Lets start at the very beginning, a very good place to start.” So lets. In the beginning there was nothing, blah, blah, blah, until in the greatest magic trick in the history of ever, hey presto, God created the world. Never mind who created God! Fast forward a bit and he created man, Adam, in his own image. More blah. Adam was lonely, so God created Eve, using one of Adam’s ribs.

Two problems spring to mind here. One, if God created Man out of nothing but dust (Gen 2 v7), then why did he have to go all rib thievery on Adam? After making the entire universe we’re expected to seriously believe creating a similar but different breeding companion for Adam was beyond his creative imagination and competence? Really? I know women are complicated, but he’d just created the universe and everything in it.
Two. Why didn’t Adam haggle? As anyone who’s ever been to a market anywhere in the world knows, the first price opens negotiations only, one isn’t expected to actually pay it, as this scene from Monty Pythons ‘Life of Brian’ demonstrates. What if Adam had done the same thing? I mean, women are great and everything, don’t get me wrong, but for one rib we got woman? If we could lose one rib, why not two? Or three? We’ll never know what we could have got because Adam couldn’t haggle.

Moving on, the first humans were Adam and Eve. After eviction (And that’s problematic. As any parent knows, if you draw attention to a thing, and then tell a child not to do a certain thing with that thing, guess what?) Anyway. They have Cain and Abel, Cain murders Abel, “Then Cain went away from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod, east of Eden” (Gen 5 v 16) Did he have a kip in the land of Nod? No, he got busy. “Cain knew his wife and she conceived and she bore Enoch; and he built a city and called the name of the city after the name of his son, Enoch.” (Gen, 5, v 17)

Now who exactly this wife was and where she sprang from is never explained, but it isn’t called the holy bible for nothing, it’s full of holes! No, the really troubling aspect for a book that later on gives us ten rules to live by, is that god is morally flexible when it suits him. Cain, his wife and their son Enoch, populating an entire city? You can see where I’m going with this can’t you? I don’t need to go there, although Cain and Enoch must’ve gone there. Repeatedly.

But that didn’t bother God, it was only when “The Lord saw the wickedness of man was great in the earth… the Lord said ‘I will blot out man whom I have created from the face of the ground.” (Gen 6 v 5 & 7) that he got all Bruce Banner – (The Incredible Hulk) – “Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.” that he flooded the entire world. Or as Eddie Izzard puts it, did an Etch A Sketch erase. Which meant breaking one of his own moral edicts for everyone else – thou shall not kill – thus proving that the first commandment was ‘Thou shall do as I sayeth, not as I doth’ But hey, he’s God, who’s going to tell him off? Mrs. Badcrumble? So, God kills everyone in the world, “He blotted out every living thing that was upon the face of the ground.” (Gen 7 v23), except for Noah, his wife, his three sons and their wives.

That’s it.

“And God blessed Noah and his sons and said to them ‘Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth.’ (Gen 9 v 1), “These were the three sons of Noah and from these the whole earth was peopled.” (Gen 9 v 19.) Again, I’m not going to go there. But can I just make the observation that six pages into a supposedly ‘good book’, we’ve had genocide and incest on a – dare I say it – biblical scale.

Sodom and Gomorrah? God gets all Bruce Banner again (Gen 19 v 23-26) It’s the same throughout the Old Testament. Jericho? It’s God doing his Bruce Banner shtick by proxy “Then they utterly destroyed all in the city, both men and women, young and old, oxen, sheep and asses, with the edge of the sword.” (Josh 6 v 21) Only a cynic would think that kind of violence is eerily prescient of the religious bloodlust of ISIS. “But all the silver and the gold, and all the vessels of bronze and iron, are sacred to the Lord; they shall go into the treasury of the Lord.” (Josh 6 v 19) Er, hang on; doesn’t ISIS fund their terror that way?

If anything, the God of the Old Testament is a testament to the transformation that God undergoes before the New Testament. Out goes the vengeful, violent and capricious version and is replaced by a more compassionate, peaceful and level-headed version. It’s as if Bruce Banner went into rehab and left The Hulk in there when he came out. The lord does work in mysterious ways, after all…

And to any Christians reading this who are offended, I say this; a) what part of the title of this blog post induced you to read it, b) my soul isn’t damned, the only soul I’ve got is my a@sehole and c) as Bill Hicks once said “You’re Christians…forgive me.”

Next time…Necessity is the mutha of re-invention…