if I had to choose between attending a tent revival and attending a convention of geeky militant atheists, I might have to pick the former. After all, they might have "speaking in tongues", laying on of healing hands, rolling in the aisles, and maybe even people playing with rattlesnakes -- or at the very least, some inspired soul shouting "ta-ra-ra-boom-dee-ay" at random moments -- all of which is festive if nothing else. Whereas with the atheists, I get to hear a bunch of philosophy I've already figured out and settled on, all of it coming from a bunch of fat comic-book guys with underarm odor and Isaac Asimov sideburns, each brimming with fatuous self-regard and wearing ill-fitting T-shirts bearing not terribly clever atheistic slogans.
- comment on atheist rant article, June 2009