When I hear people exclaim excitedly that this god thing saved a baby, pulled from the rubble 72 hours or more after an earthquake, I’m reminded of Doctor Who, who said:
“You let one of them go, but that’s nothing new. Every now and then, a little victim’s spared because she smiled, because he’s got freckles, because they begged. And that’s how you live with yourself. That’s how you slaughter millions. Because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind’s in the right direction, you happen to be kind.”
And I think:
“What a capricious, horrid monster this god thing is.”
And it makes me proud to be an atheist.