Secular blues. Curried tofu scramble. Hash browns. Home fries. Ketchup. Coffee. Biscuits and gravy. Large portrait of Richard Dawkins on the wall. Post-breakfast they went through scripts.
Enter the Reality Network. Enter the Reality Network. For fuck’s sake, please enter the goddamn Reality Network. You have an island with 6 survivors. All 6 are needed to build a raft to get to the next island, but 2 survivors went off to worship toads and 2 others went off to worship dead skin. 4 out of 6 humans there have diverted their human resources to nonsense, diverting precious time and energies away from real human problems and real human solutions. The raft is not built and all 6 are eaten by ginormous giza lizards who swam in from a radiated part of Japan. You see what happens when humans get diverted from the Reality Network?
What if a planet-crushing meteor was en route to earth and we needed all of humanity to pull together and work on technology to kill that meteor or duck! But you had millions of people who belonged to cults - their brains have been colonized by bullshit. They aren’t going to help. They are paying taxes to their bullshit propagators. Their mind is decorated with details that would make most fiction writers blush in embarrassment - and they deny the tools that indicate this meteor, and they deny the trajectory of the meteor . . . they refuse to help. All of those who refuse science are largely fucking useless in humanity’s greatest hour of need.
And then there is pollution and global warming. Still the corporations are in charge. Still, their main focus is this year’s profits. Still, they fund media campaigns to stall, subvert, deny all global warming science or proposed solving tactics. For their own pockets, they actively work against the health of our planet and our very human race.
The Atheist Interlocuter Brigade assemble. Their bellies are full and their minds are charged. They have been doing the back and forth. They are shuffled into vans and shuttled to locations predetermined by HQ maps. Public corners they take up. Some go on foot and travel to heckle any proselytizers of cults they come upon. When a Scientology hive is discovered, i.e., the word will go out and interlocuters will converge, shout and point ‘cult, cult!’ Different tactics of various degrees of aggression and pacifism, obviousness and subtlety, art and non-art are attempted, documented, tried. But the A.I.B will engage. What they want is converts. To the worldwide reality network. You give your email and you will get updates. In the struggle for science against the current cancers of the human race: corporatism over humans, fictional worlds masquerading as religions and demanding taxes, etc. Truth will out. Fanatically, this.
It is OK to be fanatical about some things. When these things are good. And fair. And benefit your fellow man. The Atheist Interlocuter Brigade has been dispatched to your block and to your internets. They will not talk to you if you don’t talk to them. They will just stand there with a sign that says, ‘Pro-Science.’ Throw a nod or thumbs up if you can muster.
We are working on anti-cult and anti-corporate juju which you can take in pill form. This would be easiest, obviously. Until then - ahoy with the reality network netizens!