Bendy buses are the devil's work. And now they are doing the devil's work. From the BBC:
Bendy-buses with the slogan "There's probably no God" could soon be running on the streets of London.
The atheist posters are the idea of the British Humanist Association (BHA) and have been supported by prominent atheist Professor Richard Dawkins.
The BHA planned only to raise £5,500, which was to be matched by Professor Dawkins, but it has now raised more than £36,000 of its own accord.
It aims to have two sets of 30 buses carrying the signs for four weeks.
The complete slogan reads: "There's probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life."
"Probably"? Call yourself an atheist? And even on a combustible bendy bus, "stop worrying and enjoy your life" is not a slogan to set the Thames on fire.
Professor Dawkins said: "Religion is accustomed to getting a free ride - automatic tax breaks, unearned respect and the right not to be offended, the right to brainwash children.
There is only one religion that demands – and gets – the right not to be offended. Mysteriously that religion is unmentioned in all the objections to public displays of faith.
But Stephen Green of pressure group Christian Voice said: "Bendy-buses, like atheism, are a danger to the public at large. I should be surprised if a quasi-religious advertising campaign like this did not attract graffiti.
"People don't like being preached at. Sometimes it does them good, but they still don't like it."
However the Methodist Church said it thanked Professor Dawkins for encouraging a "continued interest in God".
Dawkins does indeed bring a “quasi-religious” zeal to his atheism. If he converts in the end, it will not be to the Church of England or the gentle, humorous Methodism indicated above. It will be to a more fanatical faith, possibly Islam.
Incidentally, What happened to the Islam is Peace campaign? Esmerelda and I prowled and loitered all over the underground in the hope of ferreting out a poster, but found none. Perhaps our prowling, loitering and ferreting put them off. Esmerelda can prowl for England, I do a mean loiter – alone and pale is my best one – and as for my ferret, well you wouldn’t want it down your trousers.