Why should I care?
I find it irrational that the "rationalist" lot seem to care a great deal about what I believe, or, for that matter, what I do. After all, if I am sentient star dust in a universe which is entirely the result of random chance, doomed to dissolution, limited to a lifetime (or less) of free choice, sense experience, empirical and dialectical pursuit of the truth, reproduction, and altruistic endeavour before my the final dissolution of my human form into its material constituents, that is to say, if all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death, well, what does it really matter?
I am appalled to find such self-confessedly careful thinkers admit all of the premises necessary for a perfectly livable nihilism, and then, at the last moment, suddenly back off, renounce the obvious--glaringly obvious--implications of their own premises, and try to spirit in an entirely arbitrary set of moral values. Yes, moral values.
In the world as so-called rationalists have cast it, I hardly see why it is any better to know the truth as opposed to not, or, knowing the truth as they believe it to be, why I should live by it. All of your arguments, all of your impassioned anti-religious campaigns, your mockery, your sarcastic invective, your polemical prowess, your YouTube videos, public debates, books, talks, seminars, conventions, lectures, the combined dialectical force of a thousand genius IQ's, of ten-thousand University professors, every anti-theist T-shirt, coffee mug, webpage, and journal, all of this and more than I can say, amount to a great big, "So what?"
If there is no God, I am at liberty to do whatever the hell I like. And that includes going to Mass, fasting at the appropriate times, confessing my sins to a priest, and telling people like you where to get off, and threatening you all with hell if you don't.
Fortunately for you, I'm not an atheist. It keeps me honest.
Remember, Man, that thou art dust, and to dust thou shalt return.