There is a certain variety of atheist that can get on people's last nerve. I'm talking about the ones who can't go thirty-seven seconds in a conversation without bringing up their status as a happy heathen and the joys of godlessness. You know the type: They come up with clever replacements for any religion-based oaths in their vocabulary such as "goddammit" or "Jesus H. Christ", supplanting them with deity-free versions that sound as forced as a gender studies undergrad using "herstory" and "womon", without realizing that they are coming across like the Spock-with-a-goatee version of the proselytizing Southern Baptists they loathe so much. I tend to start shifting nervously from foot to foot and wondering whether I should run if they try and press a copy of whatever the antiJehovah's unWitness equivalent of The Watchtower is into my hands.
Anyhow, sometimes these types get together in a pack and get a little sue-happy, most recently over the inclusion of a cross in a 9/11 memorial, which is obviously the banana peel at the top of a slope that will dump us right into the middle of a Margaret Atwood nightmare if we don't nip it in the bud. In. The. Bud!
It's the reaction of a certain variety of Christian to stories like this that has me baffled. I must have been playing hooky on the day they covered "praying for the rape of the unbelievers" in Sunday school, but I confess that I have a hard time picturing kindly Mrs. Smith covering that, so maybe she just skipped that lesson.