Nigella damascena: hitler was an atheist →
That one sentence was the entire post, and that one sentence was enough to piss me off.
Hitler was not an atheist by any means. People who say this do not know anything about Hitler or the Nazis. They have not read any literature put out by the Nazi party.
The Nazi Party Program, which came out…
ADOLF HITLER WAS AN ATHEIST YOU NINCOMPOOP
Alright, where’s your proof? Which texts are you using?
hitler was an atheist
That one sentence was the entire post, and that one sentence was enough to piss me off.
Hitler was not an atheist by any means. People who say this do not know anything about Hitler or the Nazis. They have not read any literature put out by the Nazi party.
The Nazi Party Program, which came out in 1920, explicitly states that the Nazi party is one that upholds the Christian faith. Point 24 of the Program:
“We demand freedom of religion for all religious denominations within the state so long as they do not endanger its existence or oppose the moral senses of the Germanic race. The Party as such advocates the standpoint of a positive Christianity without binding itself confessionally to any one denomination. It combats the Jewish-materialistic spirit within and around us, and is convinced that a lasting recovery of our nation can only succeed from within on the framework: The good of the state before the good of the individual.”
Many of the writings of prominent Nazis were influenced by the writings of Martin Luther. Yeah, the Martin Luther that inspired Lutheranism. Luther became progressively anti-Semitic as his life went on, and his influence can be found everywhere in Nazi texts. His Bible-based, anti-Semitic influence.
Don’t talk to me about Hitler being an atheist. I just took a goddamn Holocaust Literature and Film course, and I now know more than I ever wanted to about the Nazis.
Can there be morality without a belief in a higher power?
I try to know what I’m talking about. If I don’t know much about a subject, I generally won’t offer an opinion about it. However, I do like to talk about my atheism. There’s something about it that I’ve had to debate with people.
How can atheists have a moral compass without a higher power dictating their behavior? How can we distinguish between right and wrong without the threat of suffering or the promise of an eternal reward?
I hate these questions. As an atheist and as a human, these questions deeply offend me. I would like to think that I have an excellent moral compass—I don’t think it’s okay to go around killing people, or raping willy-nilly, or mauling children with shovels. Because those things are awful and wrong. I don’t have to have some higher power outlining bad things. I am evolved enough to know that hurting other people is not my right—I don’t need to worship some divine being to know that.
It’s the people who NEED that strict outline to distinguish from right and wrong that worry me. The people who follow some dogma. Those people scare me. The people who follow a dogmatic code, whatever it may be—the ones with a cause. Those people frighten me because they are the ones who are willing to hurt other people in the name of their cause.
My moral compass is just fine. What do other people think?
Oh, succulents. When did you become the best plants?
Vagina.
“I’m an Agent of Chaos.”
Oh man, these are all so good. The two middle tattoos on the left are my favorites.
Blue Skull - Chris Lennox @ Black Garden Tattoo in London
The shading on this is so great, and I love how real the texture of the skull looks.
I Almost Died
So…my birth control makes me nauseous. Every time I start a new month of pills, I get sick. Around 6:30 am, if there’s every a pop quiz on how regular my bc makes my vomit.
Fond memories of my bc, while I sit here nauseous and single. I remember the first time I had a conversation with my now ex-boyfriend’s brother. I was visiting boyfriend while he was staying with his brother, and I was starting a new pack of pills. I woke up early and had to run to the bathroom to get sick. Boyfriend’s brother was also awake and showed up in the doorway.
Him: So, you guys had a rough night, huh?
Me: (cripplingly embarrassed) I…I think we got food poisoning.
Him: (slightly amused) You guys drink too much?
Me: (almost in tears) No, sir.
I just told my sister this story, she thinks it’s funny. I guess it is funny. Not right now, what with my unhappy tummy, but maybe tomorrow. I also told her about the first time I met ex-boyfriend’s parents. Equally embarrassing.
So I was with Boyfriend at his house, picking up some stuff. He lived a town over from the college campus, so it wasn’t too much of a drive. It was cold, so I was wearing my bunny hat (it’s exactly what it sounds like). We were in his room when his mom comes in. I’m standing there looking stupid in my bunny hat. So I quickly take off my hat and shake her hand, trying not to look like a little kid. She was very friendly, and then she left. I put my hat back on and Boyfriend laughs at me. Then he says this:
“Want to see my sword?”
Literally, a sword. He has boatloads of sharp weapons, and I said sure. So he takes this 6+ foot sword out of his closet, and I’m checking it out.
His mom comes back in, except this time she brought his dad to meet me. In my bunny hat. With an enormous sword.
…Urgh. -__-
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