I’ve been thinking a little more about the pathetic diatribe Barnaby Joyce made in the Canberra Times a few days ago, and the utter hypocrisy therein.
In particular, when calling atheists “the sneaky sect”, he claimed:
Yes, this sect’s followers make their way on to your veranda then hold a righteous court of sneering indignation about the crib in the park. You can hear yourself muttering under your breath, ”I wish you would go drown yourself, you pseudo-intellectual Gucci flea.” They write letters to complain about the incorrectness of carols at the school and picket the Christmas tree. To not insult their religion, you must no longer follow yours.
What a hypocritical, ignorant, condescending, arrogant piece of shit that paragraph was.
At the time I said that atheists had hardly pioneered letter writing campaigns or protests. After all, look at the number of letters schools get every year about “immoral” books, or all those christians protesting abortion clinics, funerals, etc.
But now that I’ve had more time to think about it what really makes me angry is the incredibly hypocritical part:
…make their way on to your veranda then hold a righteous court of sneering indignation about the crib in the park…
Are you kidding me, you sad troll?
Barnaby Joyce: I’m now 38 years of age, I’ve lived in three states of Australia for varying lengths of time, I’ve had multiple houses and phone numbers, some listed, some unlisted.
And here’s the consistent thing between all those addresses and phone numbers:
- I get christians door-knocking to try to convert me or sell me salvation;
- I get christians letter-dropping pamphlets about Jesus, salvation, and the immorality of homosexuals;
- I get christian organisations calling me asking for donations.
I’ve not once, in all my life, had an atheist knock on my door, drop a letter or pamphlet in my mailbox, or call me at night asking me for support.
And you, Barnaby Joyce, have the gall to accuse atheists of this?
Crawl back into your sad and bitter little hole, troll.
Yes, I’m pissed off. Nothing irks me more than overpowering hypocrisy, and Barnaby has it in spades.