The atheist in this video sounds positively adenoidal, like a professional cooper had placed glue clamps over the bridge of his nose after laying down a bead of Liquid Nails into each nostril. Why is it that the plaintive cries of the bow tied atheist sound like a broken slide whistle submerged in an unflushed toilet? The professional victim is a spoiler at every party, barfing up in the punch bowl and passing out head first in the bean dip. This isn't about God or someone's misguided belief in the so-called lack of one, but rather the inner cry of the unincluded. The self-imposed lonely cattle cry of the beast that got its head stuck in the fencing. They want to be apart from everyone else yet included. They are the kind of person that has a look-at-me disorder, but yells 'why are you staring at me?' The atheist is the girl who wears the tight titty t, but folds her arms over her chest in shame. A walking dichotomy, someone who doesn't know themself nor their place in the world.