BY: Daiman Teer for The Simpleton Star
The most reliable diagnostic tool for a fractured ego in the modern age isn’t what a man says he believes, but how loudly he tells you he believes in nothing at all.
We have reached a point of peak societal decay where “Atheist” – out and proud – has transitioned from a private intellectual conclusion into a garishly stupid neon-lit identity. It is no longer enough to simply live without a god; one must now wear the absence of a god like a sash at a pageant like a dmented Miss America.
Here’s the thing. When you define yourself by a void, you aren’t revealing a philosophy, you are revealing a clinical obsession. You are showing the world that you have no internal architecture, so you’ve built a personality out of a “No Vacancy” sign. If you have to announce your lack of belief to every stranger in the room, or to everyone who reads your stupid shit on X or YouTube or on TikTok, you aren’t a thinker. You’re a mental patient in search of a ward.
Consider the sheer, staggering absurdity of the “Identity Atheist.”
I don’t believe in leprechauns. I don’t believe in unicorns or the Tooth Fairy. Yet, I don’t wake up in the morning and draft a manifesto against the inhabitants of the pot of gold. I don’t march in a parade to celebrate my “non-leprechaunism.” I don’t form a “community” based on things that don’t exist. Why? Because they don’t exist. Capeche!
Normal people don’t form identities around a vacuum. They don’t center their entire personality on a negative space. When you spend your life ranting against a “fiction,” you’re admitting the fiction has more power over your psyche than your own reality.
You’re shouting into the wind because you’re terrified of the silence. It’s a sickness. It’s a mental state where you’re so desperate for an enemy that you’ll invent a war with a ghost just to feel like you’re winning.
This is the same psychological shell game we see in the “Non-Binary” movement. It’s a different kind of ribbon wrapped around the same hollow, made-in-China gift. Just as the non-binary “identity” is often just a repackaged, sanitized version of homosexuality designed to feel “subversive” or “special.”
The Professional Atheist is just a religious zealot who’s swapped the Cathedral for some kind of cave of nothingness where other like-minded cave dwellers hang out.
Both groups, atheists and non-binaries, suffer from a desperate, gnawing need to be “Other.” They’re terrified of being unremarkable, so they fuse their entire existence to a negative space. They’ve taken a private thought and turned it into a brand—a way to be “oppressed” without actually suffering, a way to be “intellectual” without actually thinking. If you can’t exist without constantly reminding the world what you don’t believe, you’ve got no soul of your own. You’re just a shadow cast by the very thing you claim isn’t there.
NOTE: Please note that there is NOTHING wrong with having no religious beliefs. There is nothing wrong with being an atheist. Billions of people walk the earth happily and productively with nary a passing thought about a god or a hereafter. It’s perfectly normal, but when you have a social media presences and your handle is “Proud Christ-Hating Atheist” or “Atheist Art Teacher” it means you’re demented. Moreover, it’s an indication that part of your dementia is rooted in stupidity and the loneliness that often comes with stupidity.
NOTE: A previous article about atheism in The Simpleton Star, appears here https://thesimpletonstar.com/2026/03/why-atheists-cannot-stop-announcing-their-unbelief-whats-their-beef/
The “Out and Proud” atheist thinks he’s achieved a higher state of evolution, but he’s actually just retreated into a primitive, manic form of narcissism — like the man who walks into a room and expects a round of applause for not collecting stamps. It’s a performance of intellectualism that covers a deep, shivering insecurity. These people are “Identity Fused” to their own negation. They’re parasites of the faith they reject; without a god to hate, they’ve got no personality left. They’ve turned a negation into a trophy, and in any sane society, that’s the first sign that the lights are on, but the house is completely empty. They’re sick in the head because they’ve traded a heartbeat for a soundbite. They aren’t brave; they’re broken.
THE BIBLE VERSE:
“Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.” — Romans 1:22
THE EXPLANATION: This isn’t just a bit of ancient poetry; it’s a clinical description of a physiological state. It describes the precise moment when the human mind, in its infinite arrogance, decides it can stand alone in a vacuum. The “wisdom” these people claim is nothing more than a high-frequency scream to drown out their own insignificance. To turn your back on the creator is one thing; to do it while demanding the creator’s children admire your “bravery” is the height of the foolishness mentioned here. It’s the vanity of the clay telling the potter that the wheel doesn’t exist.
THE PRAYER:
Lord, grant these people the silence they claim to love, so that in that silence, they might finally hear the echo of their own emptiness. Strip away the “ribbons” and the “sashes” of their false identities, and let them see that a life built on “nothing” is a house built on sand. Amen.
T
