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Of Weddings and Maypoles

I think it’s time my blog holiday came to an end. Why is it so hard to blog in the summer? I think I’m like a pratchetterian troll; my brain slows to a sluggish crawl when it’s warm. And warm it has been, at least over the past few days. (“Warm” in Sweden is above 20 centigrade. Once you start getting closer to 30, it’s officially “hot”, and I turn into a quivering wreck, drowning in my own sweat.)

Victoria and Daniel

Is it just me or do they look related?

Two interesting things have happened in Sweden over the past week. The first is that Crown Princess Victoria got married to some dude from Ockelbo. The whole country turned sickeningly royalistic for a whole week before the wedding on June 19th. Those of us who tried to make some sort of point — such as how monarchy rather clashes with the idea of democracy, and how the part of the constitution that specifies that the Swedish regent has to be of the “true evangelical faith” rather clashes with that other part of the constitution that guarantees every Swedish citizen freedom of religion — were accused of wanting to spoil the fun.

Because that’s what all this was, fun. It was all about love, you see. A real-life fairytale, a princess marrying a regular dude (a personal trainer whose main notable achievement in life is having performed worse at the Swedish Scholastic Aptitude Test than a monkey selecting answers at random would have). A princess marrying for love, against the wishes of her father (another dude who loves chicks and cars and also doesn’t want her to become the regent, but would prefer to stick to tradition and give the crown to her younger brother). It’s beautiful and amazing and may not be criticised, not even to make valid points about the fucking constitution.

Jesus fucking christ am I glad it’s over. I can now go back to ignoring the royal house completely, which was impossible during the bloody wedding.

Dancing around the maypole

If kids are involved, it's ok to look silly

Anyway, thing the second: Midsummer. Although the origins of this holiday is shrouded in mystery, it is one of the few that haven’t been sequestered by the church. It remains a completely secular celebration of the fact that it’s warm enough to screw outdoors, if you don’t mind the mosquitoes and the possibility of being rained on.

Midsummer’s eve is holy in Sweden. We get usually get the whole day off, even though there is no bank holiday, just so we can journey like lemmings to thousands of adorable little cottages and dance around maypoles. And although it seems that the holiday is probably less pagan than most people think, and the maypole isn’t actually a gigantic penis-symbol but rather exactly what it looks like — a big stick decorated with birch twigs and flowers — it still thrills me that one of our most important national celebrations has remained free of a christian taint.

Now if only we would celebrate it on the actual solstice, rather than on some other day that suits society better. Of course I could feel free to celebrate it whenever the hell I want, but this year I actually went to a proper midsummer party, complete with maypole, stupid dancing, way too much booze and … well, actually, there weren’t that many mosquitoes and for once it didn’t rain.

You know what? I’m trying to rant here, but truth to tell, I had a great Midsummer and not even the royal wedding could spoil my enjoyment of Swedish summer.

Mel enjoying summer

Mel's enjoyment of summer

Because seriously? It’s fucking glorious.

–Mel


To Draw or Not to Draw

I have known about Everybody Draw Muhammad Day for quite some time and have been agonising about whether I should participate since I first heard of it. In fact, on writing this, I still am. The very fact that this is an issue at all for me is quite telling: Normally I have no qualms about saying or doing things that offend people’s religious sensibilities.

HOWEVER.

(And this is a fucking huge however.)

I’m a fairly public person. Although I’m pseudonymous here, this blog is published on my Facebook wall, and plenty of people know my name. Sweden is a small place where it’s very easy to find out pretty much everything you want about someone. On top of this, my apartment is situated in an area where the majority of people are immigrants, many of them Muslim. Hell, we actually have our very own mosque, and they’re not common in Sweden.

So on the off chance that someone would find my particular drawing particularly offending, and that someone happens to live somewhere nearby, and decides to do something to discourage me from insulting them again… Drawing Muhammad is frankly a huge fucking deal for me.

And that is so fucked up.

Let me reiterate in more forceful terms: I am scared of drawing Muhammad, in case some crazy Islamist decides to beat the shit out of me or burn my apartment to ashes. AND THAT IS FUCKED UP.

And this is why I get so fucking angry with all the fucking MORONS who keep droning on about how one should be “respectful” and how freedom of expression doesn’t entail the freedom to offend… WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? What the hell is freedom of expression FOR if we’re not allowed to say or do things that offend people?

This is so obvious and it is so unbelievably bizarre that someone like for instance the Swedish minister of justice Beatrice Ask can claim that “yttrandefriheten har ett väldigt starkt skydd i Sverige /…/, men om man ska ha yttrandefrihet så krävs dialog med olika grupper och också respekt för olika värderingar och synpunkter som gör att människor inte i onödan känner sig kränkta”. (“Freedom of expression is very strongly protected in Sweden /…/, but if you want freedom of expression, you need a dialogue with different groups and also respect for different values and opinions, that makes sure people don’t feel needlessly offended”). This said in an interview relating to the threats against Lars Vilks. What the hell is that BUT doing there? There are no BUTS when it comes to the most basic of freedoms. The moment we start BUTTING, we have clearly failed at understanding what the freedom’s fucking for in the first place!

The fact is that my right to say and do whatever the fuck I want, short of threatening people or inciting violence against them, has been infringed. I am too scared of religious maniacs to exercise one of my most fundamental rights, as established by the Swedish constitution.

Until this problem has been solved, I consider the discussions of respect, of what kind of provocations are productive, of whether Lars Vilks is an attention-whoring ass or a true artist, to be completely fucking irrelevant.

–Mel

PS. I may still post a Muhammad cartoon. The angrier I get about this, the more likely it is.


Mel’s Vlogging Debut (updated)

Disclaimer: I have never done any video editing prior to this. I had no plan or purpose with this video other than to learn how to do it. So I basically talked for a while and then learned the software. The result is… well, slightly too slow. I promise I’ll talk faster next time. Also, if you’re viewing this, like, now (when I just posted it), I know the thumbnail is crazy. I hadn’t quite figured out how to use youtube yet.

Anyway, without further ado, here is my vlogging debut. I speak of a panel discussion I had in front of a bunch of high school students, about spiritual health, and the implications of this discussion about the status of woo in Sweden today.

Enjoy..?

ETA: Ok, again: I’m a complete vlogging noob. As evidenced by how I didn’t double-check that the video I uploaded was actually the complete, full version. It should NOT be cutting off where it does. I had some issues with my editing program not rendering it properly in the beginning and then apparently I did not manage to fix this even though I thought I had. Arrrrgh… the full version will be up, well, when I can be arsed. (Why didn’t more people mention how weird the ending is? Did you think I couldn’t handle bad news? I’m hurt…)

ETA2: It’s fixed. You can watch the proper ending now. Yay.

–Mel


Unanswered Questions

I just read a post over at Greta Christina’s about why the argument from design is a terrible argument for the existence of gods. I started to write a comment, but it grew a bit too long, so I’m posting it here instead.

River Out of Eden

Mel has a signed copy...

When I was in my early teens, I read a book by Richard Dawkins called River Out of Eden. It’s a fairly short book, with pictures, that basically explains evolution. It’s not one of his most famous works but it’s an excellent introduction to evolutionary theory and I can definitely recommend it — though admittedly I am heavily biased, because this was the book that made me a science nerd, as well as an atheist.

I hadn’t been particularly religious before this point, perhaps entertaining some sort of vague agnostic deism. I couldn’t believe in a god such as the Abrahamic one, because the associated myths were just so obviously implausible (as well as morally inept and fucking stupid), but it did seem likely that there must have been some original cause to everything. What happened when I read River Out of Eden wasn’t just that I learned of how incredible and beautiful the theory of evolution is, but that I learned of the explanatory power of science.

I learned that even though something might seem incredibly complex and strange at first look, this doesn’t mean it’s impossible to explain. And I realised that there is no reason to think that this isn’t the case for everything. There are so many questions mankind didn’t use to know the answers to, but now we do. All thanks to science. Why should the questions we have yet to answer be left in the hands of magical beings?

Ever since then, it has baffled me that people use the argument “But science doesn’t explain everything!” in an attempt to defend their religious faith. No, you morons, science doesn’t explain everything, because science isn’t done yet! Maybe we’ll never be “done”. That we don’t have the answer to a particular question today doesn’t mean it’s unanswerable, and it certainly doesn’t mean that “goddidit” is a valid answer. Moreover, it’s not a useful answer. It doesn’t add or detract from the mystery, and it kills the discussion and inquiry.

In the end, I wonder if it doesn’t come down to a general inability to accept that some questions don’t have answers (yet). Although we atheists are often accused of being the ones demanding answers to everything, we are in fact the ones lacking the be-all, end-all answer-to-everything that religious people enjoy. And personally, I’m more than fine with this.

It would be incredibly dull to live in a world where there were no more discoveries to make.

–Mel


Real Beauty

roseTonight, I go to a choir rehearsal.

It has been a few weeks, possibly partly because of a certain ash cloud delaying the choirmaster’s return from, well, somewhere. I haven’t been practising, because I’m a lazy sod, but also because I learn melodies extremely quickly so there’s really nothing much for me to practise. Anyway, this is all beside the point.

The point is that tonight, I get to sing. More specifically, I get to sing together with other people. My voice will join the voices of a few other dedicated souls (and I use that word in a figurative sense), we will create melodies and harmonies and interesting rhythms based on some simple dots on a paper, and we will laugh and connect despite the fact that we don’t exactly know each other as people.

Music is one of those things often brought up as a component of some kind of secular spirituality. I don’t like using that word, as it has too strong a supernatural connotation. But the gripping emotions I feel when listening to certain pieces of music (Poulenc’s concert for two pianos, for instance, or the finale of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake) are almost certainly similar in nature to religious experiences. I get these feelings from a number of things — when I learn something new, when tastes and textures blend perfectly on my tongue until I think I will explode with pleasure, when I smell the sea, when the light is just right.

Aeshna cyanea, southern hawkerI don’t know why humans have a sense of beauty. Why do we enjoy birdsong? Why is the sunset pleasing to our eyes? I can’t see any evolutionary advantage to taking pleasure in the abstract. Fortunately, this is one instance when not understanding something doesn’t get in the way of my enjoying it. Usually, it is rather the other way around, and in this I seem to be quite different from many people.

People who call for “magic” and “mystery” utterly confound me. A bit of understanding always enhances beauty in my eyes. If the stars were but specks of white on a dark background, where is the wonder? If the Grand Canyon is just a big trench, why bother visiting? The beauty of stars lies in how large they are, and how unfathomably far away. The Grand Canyon fills me with wonder because when I stand at its edge, I am looking at history. A forest is a cathedral to me, where all around me I see life growing and crawling and flitting and decaying, and I know that I am connected to all of it — birches and blueberries, siskins and snails, firs and fungi — through an unbroken string of ancestors. I know many of the species I encounter, I understand at least a little bit about how they work. And I remember that before I learned about them, I barely saw them at all.

I don’t understand those who are not satisfied with this, who think they need something more, something beyond the world. The world is awesome (I use that word in a literal sense, like Carl Sagan). It is full of beauty, real beauty. There is pain and ugliness and suffering  too, but not enough to overshadow that which is good. All those tiny perfect details, all those unimaginable vistas, all those moments that are just right.

And it’s all real.

Landsort, an island in the Stockholm archipelagoAll that beauty is real. And it’s more than enough for me.

–Mel

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The Santa Delusion

So I’ve been thinking about Santa.

Richard Dawkins recently participated in a popular Australian show called Q&A (you can watch it here) where they discussed god, science and sanity. One of the questions posed was as follows:

Cassandra Devine asked: Why do you feel the need to express your views so stridently when they’re not always welcome? Isn’t it rather like going around to playgrounds and telling children that Santa Claus isn’t real?

Ignoring the first part of the question, let’s talk about the second. I’ve seen this argument before. Not just the “don’t ruin people’s fun” argument, but specifically the Santa Claus argument. And it gets more and more bizarre every time I hear it.

Santa Claus

Jesus fuck he's creepy

Firstly, I have trouble relating to it because no Swedish kid I ever knew believed in Santa Claus. This probably has to do with the fact that our tradition is completely different: Rather than a secretive visit during the night, our Santa (called Jultomten) arrives on christmas eve, usually in the form of your dad or some other male relative or possibly neighbour dressed up in a ridiculous costume. No kid with two brain cells to rub together could possibly fail to notice that this person clearly did not arrive on a magical sled. The fact that our christmas presents are usually addressed not just with “To:” but also “From:”, implying Santa is no more than the delivery guy, drives the point home.

Secondly, even if we did have the rather more scary custom of imagining a stranger sneaking into our house at night, I think it’s positively appalling that parents would go around lying to their children about it. You know that the kid will find out that Santa doesn’t exist sooner or later, and if you suspect even for a minute that this will be an upsetting event, why would you tell him he exists in the first place?

Basically my point here is that if people are living with delusions foisted on them by others (as is usually the case with religion, which is most commonly inherited from your parents — notice a certain parallel?), ridding them of that delusion is an act of kindness. Not cruelty.

Those kids on that playground have been fooled into believing a falsehood by their own parents and they deserve to know the truth. Especially since some of them are probably terrified of the idea that someone is constantly watching and judging them (see what I did there?).

So to answer Ms Devine: Yes, maybe it is. So fucking what? Free the kids of the Santa Delusion!

–Mel


Carnival of the Godless #137: Steak and Blowjob Edition

Carnival of the GodlessHello and welcome to the 137th edition of the Carnival of the Godless! As you are no doubt aware, today (March 14th) is the international Steak and Blowjob day. Supposedly it’s a kind of male version of Valentine’s day, but personally I love a good steak as much as the next guy and find that in a healthy sexual relationship, intimacy is fun regardless of who’s giving or receiving. So here’s to all you godless guys and gals out there who love steaks and blowjobs. (Or cakes and cunnilingus, whatever floats your boat really.)

Enough of that now, I’m getting distracted. My name is Melliferax, and I’m delighted to be your hostess for this splendid edition full of particularly juicy atheist awesomeness. On to the entries!


Atheism

steak

Mmm tender...

Peter Frauenglass at Three West Winds explains how he’s not an optimist. No, wait, he is an optimist, but he describes his optimism in terms which most people would probably see as rather pessimistic. Food for thought.

Ken the Arizona Atheist presents The Truth Behind the New Atheism: A Refutation. It’s a refutation of an entire book, and hence very long, and I must admit that I’m too busy with steaks and blowjobs to have time to read it just now. But I’m sure it’s great.

There has been a lot of talk about the Smut for Smut campaign in the atheosphere lately, and vjack at Atheist Revolution would like us all to know why he whole-heartedly supports it.

Religion

In a post at Protostellar Clouds, Mat Wilder uses an illustrated novel as a springboard into a discussion on The Insidipity of Christianity. It’s long but well worth the time.

SocraticGadfly has had some Photoshopping fun with Pat Robertson. Somehow I doubt Pat would find it amusing, but who cares, eh?

Up for a bit of a mind-trip? We’ve had two articles submitted from And Christ Said, but given that it is fairly obvious where on ought to start upon viewing that website I’m just posting the front page link here. In the words of the author, “while [the] first article heavily addresses religion, the overall site is geared towards the overall dreck & bs that saturates our lives”. Interesting? Funny? Or just a bit weird? You be the judge.

Andrew Hall explains why he’s glad he’s not an egyptian farmer at Laughing In Purgatory. It’s not so much about farming as about a criminally insane omnipotent deity deciding to murder your firstborn.

On a lighter note, JesusFetusFajitaFishsticks takes the opportunity to mock the spelling of those who would like more YHWH in American education at Put Education Back in Schools.

Steaks

Mmm juicy...

Ron Britton questions not only why the inclusion of the words “under God” in the US pledge of allegiance wasn’t judged unconstitutional, but also whether students ought to be reciting pledges at all at Bay of Fundie

A post over at DetentionSlip.org highlights an interesting recent story: School claims Jesus was a vampire.

Michelle Bell at The Gaytheists explains in no uncertain terms just how she feels about religion in a post titled Holiday Blues Visit in March?

Martin Rundkvist ponders whether it’s really ok to christen your child when the child’s other parent doesn’t want you to in a post at Aardvarchaeology. What do you think?

Interacting with Theists

Michael Fridman makes a very good point about language. Why do we godless still refer to “God”, as if there’s just one and it’s a person? Hop over to a Nadder! to read his argument.

Paddy K has been Arguing with Theists, against better knowledge. He makes no mention of who won, but the opposition brought up communism, so you can guess how fruitful the debate must have been.

Most denizens of the atheist blogosphere are no strangers to just how odd and contorted religious arguments can be. James shares a story with us at Cubik’s Rube of a particularly chuckle-inducing theist, titled “Those Hilarious Atheists!”

Aaron Ross Powell explains Why Religious Arguments Don’t Have a Place in Politics. Of course, we all know this already, but this post is an excellent resource when you run into the odd sensible theist who might need convincing of the fact.

Science

stake

Mmm crispy ... wait, what? Not stake, steak!

PhillyChief takes a “local jackass” to task for being scared of progress in his post He prefers an old age of ignorance and fear at You Made Me Say It!. For one, the jackass in question seems to have completely misunderstood the plot of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

Andrew Bernardin at 360 Degree Skeptic is unhappy with an article about research on spirituality — he thinks the researchers completely miss the point. And it does indeed seem like their definition of “spirituality” is unusually loose.

J-Bar refutes the common theist argument that our sense of morality is unmeasurable and therefore a supernatural property of the universe in a post at The Iron Chariot.

Art

Finally, because not every godless endeavour has to be intellectual (or satirical) in nature, Bryan Perkins supplies us with a poem at Art. Why not?


This concludes the carnival for this time. I hope you aren’t feeling too full; remember to always leave room for dessert!

Only one entry didn’t make it, but will get an honourable mention for its being so completely off the mark: Listing the top five worst sun sign matches for 2010, it suggested that my current relationship is about to implode due to various personality quirks we don’t actually possess. Of course, the sun wasn’t actually in the sign it was supposed to when I was born, so I guess it doesn’t apply — but either way I am going to cheerfully ignore their advice and proceed to enjoy the holiday.

–Mel


Carnival of the Godless is run by J.R. Braden over at The Gaytheists. Find past and future hosts at the blog carnival index, and submit your own godless entries at the submission form. The next edition will be found in two weeks at ARIZONA ATHEIST.

Why I’m Not Agnostic

Melliferax wearing the OUT campaign's scarlet AI’m an atheist. I’m not an agnostic. I’m about to explain why — and this is going to be a very long post, so allow me to apologise beforehand if you fall asleep and end up with a keyboard imprint on your face.

First of all, definitions: By “atheist”, I do not mean “person who thinks they know there are no gods”. An atheist is simply someone who lacks a belief in gods, or who actively believes that there are no gods.

As for “agnostic”, I personally think the best definition is someone who thinks that the question of the existence of gods is impossible to answer.  Thinking something is unknowable is not the same as lacking an opinion on the matter. Either you believe in one or several gods, or you don’t. An agnostic can hence be either an atheist or a theist.

However, there are plenty of people who simply refuse to be categorised this way. They want to call themselves “agnostic” as a way of getting out of answering the question as to what they actually believe. For whatever reason, they prefer claiming to be non-committal.

To explain why I don’t, here are my responses to a few sentiments commonly expressed by agnostics:

You can’t disprove the existence of gods, hence you shouldn’t rule them out.

Russell's teapotWell, no. Neither can I disprove the existence of the Loch Ness monster, or unicorns, or Russell’s teapot. It is in fact impossible to prove a negative. If I were to be agnostic about the existence of gods, I would have to be agnostic about the existence of anything anyone could ever come up with. I’m not agnostic about unicorns or celestial teapots, so why should gods — any gods — be treated differently? In the question of the existence of something, the burden of evidence lies on the person making the positive claim. Us non-believers can only point to the complete lack of evidence in favour of the claim.

When it comes to beliefs about the world, I’m a fairly pragmatic person. I’ll happily admit that I can’t actually prove anything at all, not even my own existence. But this isn’t a very helpful position to take. We have to make some assumptions about the world, and my opinion is that materialism so far has been the most useful basis of a worldview. Similarly, I don’t see how leaving the question of whether I believe in gods or not unanswered is helpful to anyone.

Finally, it’s not as if most agnostics are actually agnostic about all the gods that currently exist in the meme pool. I’ve yet to meet someone who is actually agnostic about the ancient pantheons or Hinduism, for instance. It’s only ever the huge, vague monotheistic concepts of god that get the “well, maybe” treatment.

Many people believe in gods and it’s disrespectful to say they’re all wrong.

If you lived in a society where the vast majority of people believe in something obviously crazy — like, say, Santa Claus — would you claim to be agnostic about it, in deference to their collective delusions? Respect is not a human right that everyone is entitled to; when people are wrong in the face of all the evidence (or lack thereof), it doesn’t matter if they’re in the majority. They’re still wrong, and you’re under no obligation to pretend otherwise.

A “respectful agnostic” makes the mistake of thinking that just because something has been around and part of our society for a long time, it can’t be completely wrong and must be respected. An atheist, on the other hand, understands that believing in invisible sky-daddies who help you win Grammys is just as obviously crazy as believing in Santa Claus.

Thor the thunder godAtheism is inherently arrogant.

Many self-proclaimed agnostics (and many religious people) seem to be under the impression that atheists think they have the definitive answer to 1. the question of whether gods exist, and 2. everything else, too. It’s like they have come up with their own rules of what one is allowed to have opinions on and which questions should be left unanswered. For example: Whether lightning is a natural atmospheric discharge of electricity or comes from a man flying across the sky in a wagon drawn by goats is a question we’re allowed to answer. Whether gods exist or not, for some reason, one should only answer if the answer is “yes” or “I don’t know”. If you answer “no” you’re arrogant and think you know everything.

I hope I have sufficiently demonstrated the complete unfairness and insanity of this position, but just in case I haven’t, I’m going to have to point out what should be obvious: Atheists tend, on average, to be far less committed to their position than religious people.

Whereas for example christians have a personal relationship with Jesus (whom they at some level must know exists, or they’d have to wonder if they’re crazy), most atheists couldn’t care less about him. After all, just like Russell’s teapot, he doesn’t exist — and it’s hard to be particularly passionate about the non-existence of things. And whereas I don’t think any atheist would continue to be one if YHWH descended from the sky and turned the oceans to wine, plenty of christians continue to be christians despite the complete lack of evidence in favour of their claim, and plenty of evidence against it (depending a little on which flavour of christianity they adhere to).

And we’re the arrogant ones?

Well alright. But why should we define ourselves by what we don’t believe? Why should I call myself an atheist, when I don’t call myself an ateapotist?

Because society isn’t full of people who wholeheartedly believe in celestial teapots. People who will try to convert you or in other ways push their worldview into your life. If it was, I’d be first in line to join the ateapotist camp. Religion is prevalent in our society, even in Sweden, and thus it is meaningful for those of us who don’t believe in what religions (with some exceptions) preach to have a word with which to describe ourselves. And yes, there are other words, like non-believer or simply none. But “atheist” is well established and much easier to translate, as well as snappier. Why should we shy away from the word just because it apparently offends some people?

And with that, I’m going to let the argument rest. There are more angles to the agnosticism vs. atheism debate, but as far as I can tell, they tend to mostly be variations on the above themes. If you have any good arguments in favour of agnosticism (and against atheism) that you think I haven’t addressed, please do leave a comment! I leave you with a quote from Isaac Asimov, who basically makes my point but much quicker.

I am an atheist, out and out. It took me a long time to say it. I’ve been an atheist for years and years, but somehow I felt it was intellectually unrespectable to say one was an atheist, because it assumed knowledge that one didn’t have. Somehow, it was better to say one was a humanist or an agnostic. I finally decided that I’m a creature of emotion as well as of reason. Emotionally, I am an atheist. I don’t have the evidence to prove that God doesn’t exist, but I so strongly suspect he doesn’t that I don’t want to waste my time.

–Mel