Islamic Jackasses

Islamic Jackasses

So there are a couple of stories prevalent in the news that need to be addressed. I took the time last night to address them. One is a Muslim shooting a cop in Philly and the other is about Muslims in Germany that are Raping women on NYE.


In Cologne on NYE, a bunch of men decided they were going to go and rape women to start the new year. There have been hundreds of reports of this from that night alone. Only a few have been identified and are being investigated.

One big problem is that where these immigrants are fleeing is that their culture is ingrained with their religion. It’s so heavily mixed, that it is impossible to separate at this point.

A Norwegian woman was raped in Dubai and was arrested for trumped up charges because she was in fact raped. They quite literally have rape culture in those societies due to the religious infusion in their government and culture in general.

See Friendly Atheists Post


In Philly, a cop was a attacked by a muslim man who was apparently waging a personal jihad against the police force and only he knew about it. He’s quoted as saying that he attacked the unsuspecting police officer because he defended laws that were against the Qur’an. Well no shit sherlock… the founding principles of america are against the Qur’an.

What he did though was run up to a parked police car, fires aimlessly into the vehicle, then flees like a lil bitch. The cop that got shot however gets out of his car and chases after the mafucker.

For more commentary and information, please watch the video below:



$1.4 Billion Lottery: The Bible and Gambling

Many Christians choose to abstain from gambling for “religious” reasons. But what does the bible say about gambling?

Interestingly enough the bible does not specifically condemn gambling, betting, or the lottery.  However there are several passages in the bible warning against the love of money (1 Timothy 6:10 and Hebrews 13.5) and “get rich quick” schemes (Proverbs 13:11; 23:5, and Ecclesiastes 5:10) both of which apply to gambling, betting, and the lottery.

“No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate one and love the other, or he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.” -Matthew 6:24

So without expressly forbidding gambling, betting, or the lottery why are some Christians so adamant that this behavior is a sin?  According to Pastor Roger Barrier in his column “Ask Roger,” people have to decide for themselves what their personal convictions lead them to believe.  If buying a lottery ticket breaks your conscience, then it is a sin.  Others have made claims regarding stewardship of the poor and how playing the lottery is not a wise use of money.

While there are several arguments for why Christians shouldn’t gamble, there are arguments for the opposite position among Christians as well.  Catholics apply certain conditions on gambling to ensure that it isn’t illicit, therefore not a sin.  Then there are more wild claims of people who have prayed about their financial issues, been “led” to buy a lottery ticket, and won.  Or those who feel like gambling is a sin, but play anyway because of all the good they can do with the winnings.

In my personal experience,  I’ve met people who are very religious who will gamble and others who won’t.  I currently work with a person who would not participate in a fun game of poker bowling among coworkers for a small $2 bet, claiming the moral “high ground” of gambling being a sin. However, with the Powerball now climbing to $1.4 billion, is playing and has been for the last couple of drawings because its “just so much money” and “Jesus would understand.”

The hypocrisy of the religious never ceases to amaze me.  While gambling, betting, and the lottery are a gray area for the religious because they are not expressly forbidden in the bible, some still choose to flaunt a fictitious moral high ground through refusing to partake in such activities.  Unless the jackpot is “high enough” of course.  And when you win, don’t forget Jesus’ 10%…that shit IS in the bible, so your ass better do it.

*Kaitlyn Chloe

Engineers Without Borders

Engineers Without Borders

When I was growing up philanthropy was a significant part of my life.  As a Catholic, charities and charitable events were easy to find and be a part of.  Now, I’m an atheist and philanthropy is still a major part of my life, but finding secular charities or charitable events to participate in isn’t exactly easy.

The Godless Engineer provides us with a platform, a network through which we can make a difference.  Starting this month Godless Engineer will feature one secular charity or organization per month for our followers.  Our hope is that our followers across social media will check them out, get involved…donate your time or money to any of these, or other causes, and do good for others who desperately need it.

“An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.” -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.


For the month of December and for our first secular charity, we are featuring Engineers Without Borders.  Engineers Without Borders envisions a world in which every community has the capacity to sustainably meet their basic human needs.  Their projects span 45 countries on five continents.  Their nearly 16,000 members are currently engineering change through 663 community-driven projects including:

  • Water supply (source, storage, distribution, and treatment)
  • Civil works (roads, drainage, dams, erosion control, and solid waste management)
  • Sanitation (sustainable waste solutions, latrines, and gray and black water systems)
  • Agriculture (farming, production, irrigation, and harvesting)
  • Energy (fuels, biofuels, and solar, water and grid power)
  • Structures (bridges and buildings)
Thank you for being a part of Godless Engineer and joining us in our quest to band together as a secular community and make our world a better place for all.

You need to repent for being raped

The Situation

A redditt user by the handle cyborgxcreeper posted in an LDS subredditt about his niece suffering one of the most horrible things and woman can go through…. being raped.

Rape is horrible and no one should ever go through it or ever be made to go through it. But what she is being put through now can only result in continued mental distress and anguish. She is being told to repent for her sins by the bishop.

Her mom was recounting what happened to me, and she mentioned that she is starting the repentance process with her bishop. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic that she is willing to talk about what happened and work through it. But the idea that a rape victim needs repentance is beyond infuriating to me.

There is no good reason for a woman, girl, child to be raped and to place the blame on the victim here, is despicable. I fucking despise the idea.

The idea that something she did, however explicit or innocuous, caused her to be raped is just wrong on every single level. Now before you blow your load and start commenting about women that falsely accuse raper either because they regret the fuck outta their decision. That’s not what I’m talking about here.

Taking the redditt user at his word he prefaces it by saying:

My 17 year-old niece was raped recently. I could tell you the details (which probably aren’t appropriate in this sub), but suffice it to say: there was nothing she could have done to prevent it, and she did nothing to cause it.

So given that she did nothing … absolutely nothing that increased her chances of rape. She is completely innocent and totally violated in this situation.

Now look at some of the comments about repenting for her sins.


Please leave your thoughts below

(via Reddit)

What’s in the BOX!!!!!

Do you know what was in the ark of the covenant… the answer may surprise you….


Only the two tables of Moses.

1 Kings 8:9

[There was] nothing in the ark save the two tables of stone, which Moses put there at Horeb, when the LORD made [a covenant] with the children of Israel, when they came out of the land of Egypt.

2 Chronicles 5:10

[There was] nothing in the ark save the two tables which Moses put [therein] at Horeb, when the LORD made [a covenant] with the children of Israel, when they came out of Egypt.

The tables of Moses, a golden pot filled with manna, and Aaron’s budded rod.

Hebrews 9:4

Which had the golden censer, and the ark of the covenant overlaid round about with gold, wherein [was] the golden pot that had manna, and Aaron’s rod that budded, and the tables of the covenant;




When Being a Victim Becomes a Way of Life

And before you start thinking I am going to be judgmental of victims;

I was one of those people.  You can hear my story here.

My situation was a difficult one.  I had no one, and nowhere, to turn for help.  If not for a few good people who recognized the gravity of my situation, I have no doubt I would not be alive, sitting here writing, at this very moment.

But what happens after it’s all done?  What happens when the situation no longer controls you; controls your life?  What happens when the people who helped you get out, are no longer there for support?

Because of the length of time I spent being forced into BEING a victim, I found the most difficult part was breaking that habit.  I found myself going through my days, putting myself into situations where there was an apt amount of potential for me to be taken advantage of.

I surrounded myself with men who were just like my first husband.  I surrounded myself with fundamentally religious people.

Not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t realize I was doing it.  It was familiar.  And with familiarity comes a sense of, often false, comfort.

I spent countless hours crying and feeling sorry for myself.  I spent every waking moment with my head hung down, feeling like there was nothing good left here on this earth for me.  I was allowing people to feel sorry for me.  When I would encounter anyone who knew me, it was nothing but looks of pity and sadness.  I told everyone who didn’t know, just how bad my life had been up to that point.  There were people who felt bad for me.  There were people who were infuriated at the situation.

And then there was me.  I had been so wrapped up in, and surrounding myself with, people who were feeling sorry for me that I couldn’t see what I was doing to MYSELF.

It was nearly 2 years after I took my children and drove away that a “church family” decided to help me out with a fundraising event.  And when I say help, I mean they decided to use me as a poster child for abuse victims to further their own sadistic cause of bringing in people who were struggling, weak minded, giving up, and who had nowhere else to turn.

In the week leading up to that fundraiser, I was approached by a man who happened to be part of the congregation.  He told me he needed to speak to me privately, at the request of the deacon and said he’d stop by my house later that evening.

That conversation changed EVERYTHING.  While I will not divulge the specifics of what was said during that conversation, I will tell you that the intent was to completely dehumanize me, to keep me feeling like a victim, to repress me.  I was informed that everything that had happened to me was “God’s Will”, and that I would burn for an eternity for my disobedience to my husband.

After playing the part of the victim for so long, out of familiarity, the need to do so to survive just simply ceased to exist at that point.

I was ALLOWING the people who had made me a victim to continue doing so with no effort on their part.

After everything I had gone through, I had finally had enough.  No more feeling sorry for myself.  No more feeling bad about being married into a horrific situation beyond my control.  I had been controlled enough.

My time with George and Betty taught me everything I needed to know to pack up that emotional and mental baggage and drop it off at the nearest landfill.  But it took me getting furiously pissed off to see it.

Everyone who has ever been a victim knows full well that we all heal differently.  Mental and emotional scarring will be with us forever.  I have learned to wear mine with pride.  Yeah..  I survived that.  I am stronger for it.

Eventually, you just have to get mad.  You have to find a way to direct that rampant anger.  Be mad at the person who made you a victim.  Be mad about the situation.  You can even be mad at yourself for not knowing how to deal with it.  Being mad is all part of moving past it in a positive manner.

Now that you’re good and pissed off..  What now?  Redirection.

A lot of people I know who are recovering victims try to redirect that anger into a positive, helpful situation, like volunteering at women’s shelters, suicide prevention hotlines, etc.  This wasn’t an option for me because of my location.

Instead, I found something I was passionate about.  Something that had been kept from me during my marriage that I took solace in, prior to it.  Drawing.  I began drawing anything that sat still long enough.  It allowed me time to sit and evaluate where I was while still doing something I took great pleasure in.

I realized there had never been anything “wrong” with me, no matter what everyone else said.  I could control my own life, my own direction.  I had the ability to remove people from my life when their influence took me down a dark path.  I cut off contact with everyone who ever looked at me with pity or who looked to take advantage of me.

I was and am a good person.  The abuse did not and DOES NOT define who I am.  Fighting back against a mentality/attitude DOES define me.  Fighting back against a world full of bigotry and hatred is where I choose to exist.  The world isn’t pretty.  But it is full of people who are tired of being kicked around, put down, hated on and violated.  It will be THOSE people who can make a positive change in the world.

But you HAVE to let go of being a victim.  I’m absolutely not telling you to forget you ever were.  I’m saying USE that to take positive steps forward.  The world will not defend you if you are unwilling to defend yourself, and it shouldn’t.  It owes you nothing.  You set the rules in your life.  YOU decide what you will and will not tolerate.  YOU set the boundaries.  And YOU decide how you want the world to see you.

Do you want the world to see you as a victim?  Or do you want the world to see you as someone who kicked the shit out of that mentality and learned to shine not because of it, but in spite of it.

Sometimes, your world has to be shattered… so that you may find the right pieces to rebuild yourself. In this.. I have found me.

Just be good.  And the world will follow.

Depression, Secularism and Family

Yes, yes, I know..  I JUST wrote a blog yesterday..  But this is important..

After being diagnosed with severe depression recently, it’s no surprise that I have struggled with the very foundation of my existence.  My own family physician decided it was just mild depression due to the death of my husband six months ago.  So what did he recommend?

Therapy..  Only he didn’t suggest I see an ACTUAL therapist.  He “strongly” suggested that I find a local pastor/preacher to talk me through what was, in his mind, causing my depression..  Grief due to the death of my husband.

Having suffered greatly at the hands of religion for the better part of my life, which you may listen to here, it was the very worst thing I could have been told.

Now, my family physician has been absolutely wonderful up to this point and has taken good care of my families medical needs.  But this man also knows that I am an Atheist.  It was due to this knowledge that I began to consider changing doctors.

After the phone call I received from him today, that will now be a given.

I spent, literally, 30 minutes listening to him tell me how he had been highly medicated for his own depression after the death of his wife, 10 months ago.  He informed me that all the anti-depression medication in the WORLD would not help me.  All I needed was “god” to cure what was REALLY ailing me.  The man even had the nerve to give me the name and telephone number of HIS church pastor.

After his initial suggestion to find a local preacher to talk to, a good friend of mine suggested that I contact Recovering From Religion: The Secular Therapist Project.

Even though they were not able to help me find a therapist that was local enough for me to be able to travel to, they were kind enough to help me find one that wasn’t registered on their site at the time.

After receiving the call from the physician today, I called my therapist, with the intention to just set an impromptu appointment.  Instead, he not only took my call, but spent quite some time on the phone with me as well.

One of the joys of having a Secular Therapist is that they understand the workings of the community to a much finer point than those who are outside of it.  We have spent enough time talking that he knows the full situation with my immediate family and knows that having them close is simply not an option.  He also fully understands that within the Secular community, I have found a new family.  They all know I am weird as hell, a scientist (mad, even), that I doubt myself faster than anyone else ever will, I don’t always love myself, even though I believe I am a decent woman, and that I often feel disconnected from the people I love the most.  And yet, they have embraced me for the person I AM.

While it may seem a bit trite and silly, even, he suggested that I spend more time around the people who love me, but are HONEST with me.  My Inner Circle, if you will.  These are the people I trust.  The people who understand me on the deepest levels, even when in darkness.

He also reminded me to tell them thank you, to remind them that THEY are a very important part of MY life, and that I love and/or care for them deeply.

We all deal with our own version of hell at times.  Even within my own circle.  My therapist is absolutely right.  No matter what dark place I am in, these people always reach out a hand, without regard for their own troubles.  It is a trait I both embrace and respect.  It is what makes us human.

So to James, Jason, Deacon, John, Panda, Mercy, Chris W, Matt, Jay, Bee, Larry and Dev…  You guys all have a piece of my heart.  Even when we disagree, bicker, fight and bitch at each other, you all hold a special place with me.  You are all some of the most truly amazing people I have ever shared part of my life, both online and off.  Thank you guys for being there (even when you all wanted to strangle me).  You ARE my family.

I also MUST mention Ryan.  Even though we have not known each other long. I was wrong about you.  Very wrong.  I thought I was helping you.  As it turns out..  You have helped ME.  Thank you for being a shining light in my life.  You are a daily reminder of what is good in this world and a beautiful reminder of what humanity SHOULD be.  I will be eternally grateful for having the chance to know you.