Soon: Chapter 17: Paul and Poor People
So Paul heads off to the financial district from the frakkin’ Pierre Hotel…and bumps into a homeless dude. It’s a brief encounter, yet says so very, very much about how much Atheistopia rocks:
It had been years since [Paul] had encountered [a homeless person], what with modern anti-delusional medications, strict no-loitering laws, and aid programs more profitable than panhandling.
So in addition to curing cancer, Atheistopia has (almost) cured homelessness.
Tell me again why we’re supposed to dislike this place.
Oh, and you gotta love the “aid programs more profitable than panhandling.” That just smacks of the whole far-right notion that poor people are poor because they’re lazy and don’t want to work, doesn’t it? Because it’s a much easier life to just sit back and rake in the gigantic wads of cash that are sitting there, just waiting for those wise enough to join the lucrative ranks of the panhandlers.
Flushed with a compassion he had never known before, Paul shoved a bill into the open hand and headed into the cool glass lobby.
Good job, Paul. It only takes one second and one dollar to assuage your guilt before you can duck back into your rich man’s world and never have to think about that Other Person again.
I can only imagine that Jenkins wanted this scene to show that Faith Makes People Nice, but in an Atheistopia that has almost completely eliminated cancer and poverty, all it really shows is that Paul used to be an insensitive jerk, and is now an insensitive jerk with a guilt complex. It hardly demonstrates that it takes
religion Christianity The Truth to give you compassion. Jenkins was the guy, remember, who said that even though the Salvation Army had been disbanded, generous holiday-time donations went to “international humanitarian relief.” The atheists in this “ultramodern” world aren’t lacking in compassion. Just the opposite, in fact.
You rock, Atheistopia. Stay sweet.