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House’s view on religion.

Everyone knows my favourite show is House, and he also happens to be an atheist. Here’s some brilliant House-isms all to do with religion.

Season 1, Ep. 5:

Sister Mary Augustine: Why is it so difficult for you to believe in God?

Gregory House: What I have difficulty with is the whole concept of belief. Faith isn’t based on logic and experience.

Augustine: I experience God on a daily basis, and the miracle of life all around. The miracle of birth, the miracle of love. He is always with me.

House: Where is the miracle in delivering a crack-addicted baby? Hmmm? And watching her mother abandon her because she needs another score. The miracle of love. You’re twice as likely to be killed by the person you love than by a stranger.

Augustine: Are you trying to talk me out of my faith?

House: You can have all the faith you want in spirits and the afterlife, and heaven and hell, but when it comes to this world, don’t be an idiot. ‘Cause you can tell me you put your faith in God to put you through the day, but when it comes time to cross the road, I know you look both ways.

Augustine: I don’t believe He is inside me and is going to save me. I believe He is inside me whether I live or die.

House: Then you might as well live. You’ve got a better shot betting on me than on Him.

Augustine: When I was 15, I was on every kind of birth control known to man, and I still got pregnant. I blamed God. I hated Him for ruining my life, but then I realized something. You can’t be angry with God and not believe in him at the same time. No one can. Not even you, Dr. House.

Season 1, Ep. 17:

Dr. Allison Cameron: Do you know why people believe in God?

House: I thought you didn’t believe in God.

Cameron: I don’t.

House: Well, then you better be making a very good point.

Cameron: Do you think they pray to Him and praise Him because they want Him to know how great He is? God already knows that.

House: Are you comparing me to God? I mean, that’s great, but just so you know, I’ve never made a tree.

Cameron: [smiling] I thank you because it means something to me. To be grateful for what I receive.

House: You are the most naïve atheist I’ve ever met.

Season 2, Ep. 19:

House: God talks to him.

Robert Chase: It’s not psychosis, he’s just religious. The only medical issue that showed up on the blood work is low sodium.

House: No — you talk to God, you’re religious. God talks to you — you’re psychotic.

Chase: A lot of people experience their religion as something more than symbolic. That doesn’t mean that—

House: God ever talk to you when you were in the seminary?

Chase: [laughs]

House: [gives him a smug look]

Chase: No.

House: God’s loss, our gain. He’s either psychotic, or a scam artist.

Eric Foreman: He was actually , uh, really impressive.

House: Well yeah, with the burning bush and all it’s quite the show.

Cameron: Are we even certain he had a seizure? Hymn singing and healing, he does it all the time, doesn’t he?

House: Isn’t it interesting that religious behavior is so close to being crazy we can’t tell it apart.

James Wilson: Yeah, that’s why you didn’t want me in your poker game. Because when it comes to being in control, Gregory House leaves our faith healer kid in the dust. And that’s why religious belief annoys you. Because if the universe operates by abstract rules you can learn them, you can protect yourself. If a Supreme Being exists he can squash you any time he wants.

House: He knows where I am.

Season 3, Ep. 12:

Eve: I don’t wanna terminate.

House: You wanna keep the baby?

Eve: Abortion is murder.

House: True. [nods] It’s a life. And you should end it.

Eve: [rationalizing] Every life is sacred.

House: [looks to the heavens in exasperation] Talk to me, don’t quote me bumper stickers.

Eve: It’s true.

House: It’s meaningless.

Eve: It means every life matters to God.

House: Not to me, not to you. [getting up to pace around] Judging by the number of natural disasters, not to God either.

Eve: You’re just being argumentative.

House: Yeah! I do do that. What about Hitler? Is his life sacred to God? Father of your child? Is his life sacred to you?

Eve: My child isn’t Hitler.

House: Either every life is sacred or…

Eve: [shouts] Stop it! I don’t wanna chat about philosophy!

House: You’re not killing your rape baby because of a philosophy.

Eve: It’s murder! I’m against it. You for it?

House: Not as a general rule.

Eve: Just for unborn children?

House: Yes! [beat] The probable exceptions to rules is the line drawn. Might makes sense for us to kill the ass that did this to you. But where do we draw the line? Which asses do we get to kill? Which asses get to keep on being asses? Nice thing about the abortion debate is we can quibble over trimesters, but ultimately there’s an ice-cold line — birth. Morally, there isn’t a lot of difference. Practically, huge.

Season 4, Ep. 2:

House: Rational arguments don’t usually work on religious people. Otherwise there would be no religious people.

18: You’re an atheist.

House: Only on Christmas and Easter. The rest of the time, it doesn’t really matter.

18: [Laughs.] Where’s the fun in that? A finite, un-mysterious universe…

House: It’s not about fun! It’s about the truth.

Season 4, Ep. 12:

Chris Taub: Cryoglobulinemia might account for the symptoms.

[They enter House’s office.]

House: Except for the one you missed.

Taub: There’s no change in her condition.

House: I’m not talking about a new symptom. I’m talking about one that presented six months ago.

[He goes behind his desk.]

Taub: Look, she’s nuts, but we can’t just give her ten ccs of atheism and send her home.

House: Religion is a symptom of irrational belief and groundless hope. Altered mental status, on the other hand, is a symptom of porphyria.

Lawrence Kutner: She didn’t develop uncontrollable anger, crying, anxiety. She just decided to go to temple.

House: The woman didn’t just choose to keep kosher. [sits] She went directly to the extremes of Hasidism, a life of stringent rules. She became a masochist.

House: You live according to God’s six hundred commitments, right?

Yonatan Arnoff: [folding his arms] Six hundred thirteen.

House: You understand them all?

Arnoff: Takes a lifetime of learning…

House: But you follow the ones you don’t understand because the ones you do understand make sense, and you believe the guy who created them knows what he’s doing.

Arnoff: Of course.

House: So you will trust my diagnosis and you’ll let me treat her, because in this temple, [scarily] I am Dr. Yahweh.

[Yonatan has a look of disbelief on his face.]

Arnoff: [wagging his finger at Cuddy] I want a new doctor.


Sorry for lack of updates!

I do apologize for the lack of attention I’ve given this place. I’ve been in kind of a bad mood lately, as a result my drinking has gotten worse. I’ve also been very busy with both snow, and work, therefore I’ve had alot of my plate.

Maybe when I’m in a sour drunken mood, I’ll post something relevant.

In the mean time, though, I recommend watching the Blair VS Hitchens debate. It was pretty funny.

The story of how I became a cripple!

Since I have had no time to think of any decent anti-theistic points to bring up today in this blog, I’ll have to do what I first promised, and regail ye with the story of how I smashed up my kneecap. It’s fitting, since tonight, my knee really seems to be giving me some pain.

*Wavy flashback effect*

So, in these days, I was binge drinking even more than I do now, and had built up quite the tolerance to alcohol. On one of these frequent nights out, my friend Marc was still coming out with us, since then, it’s rare for the majority of my group of friends to be out. So, after a fun night out at the pub, everyone was rather drunk, except for myself. At this point in time I could drink more than most people, and probably twice as much as I can now, and that’s quite a decent amount.

So, I was tipsy, but still fairly coherent, but for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to jump on Marc’s back, when he was very drunk. He fell over sideways, of course taking me down as well, in the process. I hit the side of my kneecap on the curb, which fractured it. My kneecap, that is, not the curb.

At first, I thought I was okay, it hurt a little bit, but not too much. I laughed it off, and tried to get back up, but I realised I couldn’t move my leg. It had literally no strength in it, whatsoever. I had to pretty much be carried home, as I couldn’t support my own weight. I devoured some painkillers and passed out in my bed.

The morning after, I woke up in agony and found I was still unable to even lift my leg from a laying position. My parents took me up to the hospital, where they told me I’d fractured my patella, and I had an x-ray done, where they x-rayed the wrong leg. Stupid morons.

I spent most of the next 2 months sat on my arse playing video games. I barely remember anything, since I was out of my head on painkillers the whole time. After this couple of months I was able to walk again with the aid of a crutch and leg brace. I was once called “House” by my friend Brooker, due to my grumpy nature, and limping around with a crutch. I took this as a compliment. After a few weeks of the leg brace, I could finally support my own weight, though my knee still ached most of the time afterwards. Then I smashed it up almost a year later, again, whilst very drunk. This time the recuperation period was about a month, it wasn’t as bad as the first time.

To this day, though, my knee is still weak, and still causes me pain, alot of the time.

So, there you go! There’s an insight into why I’m such a grumpy bastard! My advice: Be careful with your knees. You’ll need them.