How About Some Cheese With That Whine?

Here’s a blog entry I borrowed from the “God Is For Suckers”blog. It’s a melodramatic complaint by an atheist who had to suffer the horrors of being treated for some serious medical problems in a Catholic-run hospital. It’s been excerpted by me because most of her rant is repetitive and boring. My points are in bold type.

“I’m an atheist, so BACK OFF!”
By Stardust

I promised you some stories from my two-week-long incarceration in a lunatic asylum (catholic hospital).

I think I hear violins playing.

The physical pain and illness I was feeling was nothing in comparison to having to hear the various roommates of mine that came and went having communion every f****** day and cry in their beds for hours afterwards. The god representatives and religious visits did absolutely no good for them at all, and actually made them WORSE.

…Droned out the mumbo-jumbo incantations to the great sky daddy, the sad and sorrowful prayer for the sick and by the time it was over she had to tell her friend she was in dire pain, had to go and was calling for morphine and for the nurse to come comfort her…The god incantations seemed to do much more harm than good.

CONTRADICTION ALERT: I thought all atheists believed prayer was useless and ineffective, so how could prayer make the patients’ conditions worse?

…I lay there in pain while Drs. Larry, Moe, Curly, Shemp, and Joe tried to figure out where to start with me since I had a variety of problems. Pulmonary edema, irregular heartbeat, biliary dyskenesia of the gallbladder, ulcers.

Well, surprisingly enough, the 4 Stooges were actually able to diagnose her quite accurately, and it looks like she was quite a mess! You think she might have had a sliver of gratitude that they were able to do so? Fat Chance!

…I needed surgery, but they needed to get other things figured out so they would not be responsible for killing me on the operating table.

Imagine that! Christian doctors wanting to help her survive. Who’d a thunk it?

But like I said, those problems were just a puzzle that doctors needed to use science and their education to figure out and fix.

Another pearl of wisdom from Captain Obvious.

I had told them in the ER when I was admitted that I HAD NO GOD BELIEFS and to leave me be about it. No sooner I was in my room, before seeing a nurse or a doctor, a chaplain came waltzing in asking about my “spirituality”. I said I was an atheist, I had no god beliefs and she said she would leave some tracts by my bedside and I said “NO THANK YOU, TAKE THEM AWAY”. I explained I did not believe in god and didn’t want to be bothered with it. Does she respect that and respect that I am in great pain and sick? Of course not.

And did “Stardust” respect that her God-believing room mates were in great pain and sick? Of course not.

I had an aunt who never, ever calls me at any other time except when I have been in the hospital called me once again to tell me “god is with me”. I told her if that was true to tell the sick, sadistic bastard to BACK OFF!
I couldn’t understand why my own sister, who means well, but thought we had an agreement not to bring up religion left a text message on my phone the day of surgery, “I am at work praying 4 u”. My husband had my phone so I didn’t see it till a couple days later. But he sent a message back to her after surgery that said “surgery done, she’s in recovery. The Flying Spaghetti Monster was with her”.

This is the kind of magnanimity you can expect from atheists when their believing family members try to show concern. The “maturity” of atheists never ceases to amaze me.

“I am usually a very nice person, and try not to be mean to people…”

Oh yeah, this woman’s rant sure has made a believer out of me! She’s a real sweetheart.

…however, the pain and the added god botherer aggravation turned me into a very militant atheist.

BUNK ALERT: She was a militant atheist when she showed up in the Emergency Room.

I was taken down for a test one day and left on a gurney to wait in a holding area. There was an older woman there waiting for her husband to have a test done. She said to me “so what’s your problem?” I said, “I don’t feel like talking.” She said, “did you have surgery?” I told her “I don’t talk to strangers about my business, please leave me alone.” She said, “My husband had a blah, blah blah, and I had a stroke back in January, and I have arthritis and blah, blah, blah, waa, waa, waa….” I interrupted and told her that I was sorry to hear that but I really didn’t want to hear it. She then got close to me and said “trust in the Lord, he is there for you” and I said “I AM AN ATHEIST, THERE IS NO GOD” and she backed up as if I had spit fire at her. LOL! It was great.

There you have it, Ladies and gentlemen. Atheist “compassion” in all its glory. A little old lady wanted to talk for a minute, and this “compassionate” atheist didn’t want to give her the time of day. Yet she exulted in insulting this old woman. I guess Stardust’s “pain and suffering” didn’t keep her from showing this poor old lady the nasty truth about atheism, did it?

There was an incident even worse than the frustrating god representatives and godly roommates… all of a sudden a shriek came from another room “ALLAH AKBAR! durkadurkadurkaalalalalalalala and a bunch of chanting in what sounded like Arabic… I was delirious with pain med and pain itself so everything was quite surreal….Turns out what happened was that an old muslim man had died and I guess it is normal tradition to bellow to their sky daddy like Klingons when a loved one dies. Holy f***, that sounded like they were screaming out war cries of the start of some kind of violence! It would not be allowed if it were not for “religious tolerance”.

“Religious tolerance” must sound dirty to hard-core atheists, despite their self-professed phoney-baloney image of open-mindedness.

I should have done this sooner, but I looked up the “Mission Statement” of that hospital and of several hospitals in our area and all are affiliated with some kind of mythology cult…As atheists, I suggest that before an illness strikes, check out the hospitals in your area and find one that you can be comfortable in because when it’s really religious it causes more stress, uncomfortableness and frustration.

Forget about whether the specialists for certain medical conditions might be believers… your personal “comfort” is far more important than choosing the most qualified doctor.

It’s sad that these delusional patients who were my roommates could not see that talking with their friends made them feel better. Watching television made them feel better and took their minds off their problems…Watching a sitcom did far more for me than communion did for the god believers. Religion made them SICKER and more full of self-pity. But it seems like many of them like and even thrive on that masochistic part of xianity.

That’s hilarious, because Stardust’s complaint-filled rant is dripping with self-pity. And her atheism made her difficult to deal with as well.

Stardust showed up at that Catholic hospital in bad shape, and their skilled personnel not only took care of her serious medical problems, but they put up with her griping, complaints, and insults like the true professionals they were. It’s really, really sad to see that Stardust doesn’t show a dime’s worth of gratitude for all their hard work and skill. She doesn’t give a tinker’s damn about all that hospital did for her, in spite of her nasty, ungrateful attitude towards the healthcare professionals she came into contact with. That’s what it’s truly like to be a militant atheist: intolerant, impatient, and uncaring, even in extraordinary circumstances.

Makes you want to run out and join the atheist crowd, doesn’t it?