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This week's episode of The Skating Atheist is brought to you by Honey, All Birds, and by the new alternative RPG for Catholics who are pretty sure Pikachu is Satanic, Pope-Imon.

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And now The Skating Atheist.

Hello, all you Skating Atheists. My name is Margot, and I definitely have examples of Filthy Monkey Men.

I do believe, yes, we have evolved from them, but many, many, many people that I have encountered in my life have definitely not, and I would invite you to come to my blog and read all about it.

www.don'tshamethefamily.com. Thank you.

Well, I think if you're an atheist, it's just a cracker.

But regardless, I have no illusions.

He's done right. And from Henry Ford's Michigan, and Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Georgia, this is The Skating Atheist.

On this week's episode, a Christian terrorist realizes too late that burning down hell doesn't even make sense.

Christians ignore the Norse god of thunder in the Marvel Universe, but have a full meltdown about a Muslim girl.

Right. And Anna will be here to run up that hill song.

But first, the diatron.

So either I accidentally walked into a funeral for some dude named Jesus Christ last weekend, or those motherfuckers spent the whole time talking about the wrong guy.

I guess this was inevitable, right? I'm in South Georgia. So after last week's diatron about the passing of my father and law, the odds that I was going to spend this diatron talking about all the religious bullshit in the funeral were one.

And look, when it's a really religious person that dies, it's still tactless, but at least it's understandable.

Right. Like, if I die in a mass shooting, I really hope that you all politicized the hell out of my death.

And if you did, it might not be tactful, right, but it would be understandable. You'd have my posthumous permission.

So like when my wife's uber Christian grandma's service literally included the pastor giving out the address to his church along with basic directions, I tamped down my frustration by reminding myself that as tactless as it was, it's exactly what she would have wanted.

Right. She would have wanted any filthy atheists that attended her funeral to be confronted with a bunch of Jesus bullshit the whole time.

But my father and law wasn't religious. Yeah. I mean, if you pressed him on it, he'd probably tell you that he believed in God.

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