I’m an atheist. So why can’t I shake God?

[Ravenshire]

Simple. Atheist writes essay about having a lingering irrational sense of the god she no longer believes in and the evolutionary brain wiring that might cause such a feeling.  Literal minded Christian posts a link to the essay and cites it as proof of god.  Inanity ensues.

The interesting fact that humans are generally superstitious even when our rational selves know better gets lost in the shuffle.

No kidding. We realize that we can't control most of our environment, so we create the illusion of control. 

Superbowl is tomorrow here in the US of A.  I have male friends who are clear thinking, brilliant professionals.  I met three of them at the grocery store this morning.  They were stressing over the food and the decorations - and the required "lucky" talismans: I heard about a baseball cap that is at least 55 years old, it MUST be worn backwards, a "lucky" jersey that has already been laid out on the couch, and a signed football that HAS to be touching the television.  One guy was worried that he hadn't bought enough flags.  
     I hugged my silly superstitious buddies and assured them that I was bringing a 24-pack of beer.  They were horrified that I don't have a good luck charm, and promised to supply one tomorrow night. 
     Wired for god?  I'm not convinced.  Wired for superstition?  Heck yeah.

I absolutely cringe at these ideas. Granted, tomorrow I will be dressed head-to-toe in blue and orange gear. Not because I believe it will change the outcome by so much as a yards worth of net total offense, but because I'm a Broncos fan and my team is one of only two playing this week. I'm disgusted at the superstitious decision the Broncos made to wear white uniforms ("home" team get's to pick) because they've never won a Superbowl in orange. As if the Broncos wearing Orange made the 'Niners, Redskins Seahawks or Cowboys great teams.