It's Only Words
The word "atheist" is personally vexing because it essentially means that I don't believe in your particular imaginary friend. It arbitrarily makes me the enemy, not unlike Snidely Whiplash, though I can't remember the last time I tied anyone to the railroad tracks.
And, as though including me as a villainous bit player in these vaudevillian productions isn't bad enough, nowadays my secular pals are trying to convince anyone who'll listen that atheism is itself a religion.
Actually that would be pretty cool. I could use a nice tax-free gig, but even the gummint knows that no one can make a dime preaching nothing about no one to an empty room. So good luck getting the permit, Pastor.
So what I need to do is invent a new religion, one based on the life of an all-powerful being. He could control space and time, even decide the fate of entire worlds, yet know when each of us are in trouble and would instantly answer our cries for help. And even though he may die, he shall yet be resurrected.
I shall call it "The First Church of Superman". And it will be good.