God is the product of frightened, weak minds that cannot cope with their own mortality or the cruelty of our existence. I don’t blame people for that. In moments of extreme emotional duress, it’s the most natural thing in the world to appeal for help from a higher power. Children cry out to their mummy or daddy, and adults cry out for god. The big difference is, in the first case, there’s a chance that someone might actually appear to help.
Not only does a belief in god hold mankind back from spending his time more productively, but it becomes a banner under which to perform all manner of inhumanities.
Perhaps if christianity (and probably all religion) was eradicated from this planet, just as many people would still be assholes to each other – after all, as the populist newspapers demonstrate, you don’t need to be a christian to be a bigot; but at least it would be one less major excuse.