In response to a post (Brad Pitt and Atheist Evangelism) on Big Hollywood, one commenter had this to say:
Although I chose the name ‘AtheistCon’ because it reads better, I’m actually now an agnostic. And this is largely because I grew up as a rather jerky atheist.
Working in Los Angeles I’m surrounded by young kids who flaunt this jerk form of atheism – the kind that revere Richard Dawkins, constantly make smug remarks about the ‘Flying Spaghetti Monster’, and immediately reject any candidate who professes their faith (unless they know they’re lying, like Obama). The kind who think a crucifix in a pool of urine is fine art, but of course the Danish cartoons are beyond the pale.
Over the years their tiresome antics pushed me more towards agnosticism. Not that I think there’s a god; I just sometimes hope there is to thump these annoyingly smug neo-atheists.
I now prefer the company of religious people to atheists. And that blows my mind. It’s not just because atheists are obnoxious; it’s because they’re still religious. Their new religion is atheism, or in many cases, a form of druid-Gaia-Earth-worship, mixed with a healthily overestimated sense of self-worth. And all they do is preach, preach, preach.