Gregorchuk, a militant atheist, argues that society would be far better off venerating Dr. Seuss than God, Allah, Jehovah or any others they worship.
Forget the niceties, Gregorchuk wants to challenge the entire basis for religion. He launches his treatise with a point-by-point counterattack on popular theistic arguments for the existence of the Almighty. The author delights in undercutting other sacred tenets like the Virgin Birth, the Resurrection and the Ten Commandments. If the dissertation upsets the faithful, well, tough; Gregorchuk maintains that the lazy intellect of “people of faith” is detrimental to civil society and the overall progress of the human species. He takes easily assailable facets of the Judeo-Christian tradition—like the unequal treatment of women and the marginalization of gays and lesbians—and dismantles and dismisses them. Writing with obvious glee, the author can’t seem to curb his snarky, glib style. The tone certainly won’t win over any believers. Individual religions and denominations suffer similar criticism. The skewering also includes Tibetan Buddhists and caste-following Hindus. With plenty of gas still left in his tank, Gregorchuk volunteers his own bit of biblical storytelling, suggesting that Jesus of Nazareth probably faked his own death. The merits of the metaphysics aside, the conduct of varying religions here on this mortal plane is easily the biggest target. The observant among us can employ deft arguments to vex even the most ardent atheists, but it’s a lot harder to defend ugly things like the Inquisition or the Mountain Meadows Massacre. Ultimately, the author asserts, it’s atheism that needs something like a good old-fashioned tent revival to get the godless to come out swinging.
Organized religion suffers a righteous poke in the eye.