Believing in God, or a set of gods, is a stupid waste of time.
Now, don't get me wrong: I spent a good chunk of my youth dutifully going to Sunday School and Church once a week. (Okay, I was forced to go by my mom. Still, I was buying the story and diggin' the Jesus.) And I can see how religion — the ritual, the history, the "we've got all the answers" attitude — can be a security blanket for a lot of people. It makes them feel good that there's Something out there who has their back.
But there comes a certain point in your life when you have to say, "Alright, I've built a good foundation here. My life is based on solid principles, and now it's time to go and live it."
When I was little, I had a little stuffed dog I would take to bed every night. It made me feel comfortable because it helped me face the Dark. But after a while, I realized that I didn't need it anymore: I knew the Dark wouldn't come out and eat me, so it was time for the puppy to go. ("Thanks, puppy. Thuppy.")
Some habits are hard to break: I chewed my fingernails until I was in about Grade 10, when I made the conscious decision to stop. It was hard at first, but the compulsion went away. My dad quit smoking back in the '80s after taking up the habit when he was 15, and he still chews a ton of gum to feed the physical addiction he still has to the cigarettes.
And so, after a while, I think it's alright to discard the notion of a Divine Being. Some of the morals and ideas you can learn from a book like a Bible (I'm obviously slanting this towards Christianity; "write what you know," the saying goes) are pretty good: don't kill, love your neighbour, hate the fags.* Nice lessons, but do you really need an omnipresent ghost around to hold your dick** while you take a leak?
Now, I'm not saying there is a God/gods, or isn't a God/gods. I believe in what I can see and touch and feel and measure and know to be verifiably true, and a Divine Being doesn't really fall into that category. (I'm sure that some people who have claimed to have "seen God" really just happened to have a some bad oysters which caused hallucinations. It's happened to the best of us.)
In the end, though, who's to say who was right or wrong? The Jews think they're right, the Muslims think they're right, the Branch Davidians thought they were totally on to something, as did those people in that mass suicide when they saw that comet a few years back. Who knows, maybe those suicide folks are totally rockin' out in Heaven right now — we'll never know until we kick the bucket ourselves, and then it'll be too late.
In the meantime, I'll just try to be nice to people and not steal their Fruit Roll-ups.
* I don't hate fags, but some people sure seem to.
** Or whatever equipment you happen to own.