Atheist billboards in Atlanta
September 12, 2010 at 10:19 pm
(This post was last modified: September 12, 2010 at 10:23 pm by everythingafter.)
Have you guys heard about this? Apparently the Freedom From Religion Foundation has bought like 50 billboards in the Atlanta area with anti-religion messages. The organization has done this elsewhere, but apparently this is its largest ad campaign in any state so far.
This should stir things up in Bible-ville. The local news station is doing a report on it tonight.
Just watched it. They talked to one local atheist, who is a member of the organization against two believers, one a preacher and one a regular church member. At least it was balanced. lol
This should stir things up in Bible-ville. The local news station is doing a report on it tonight.
Just watched it. They talked to one local atheist, who is a member of the organization against two believers, one a preacher and one a regular church member. At least it was balanced. lol
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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