Social justice atheists almost always come across as incredibly self-righteous. It becomes concerning when their level of self-righteousness leads them to rationalize/embrace/advocate violence against those who don’t perfectly share their beliefs.
Consider PZ Myers and his review of an old horror picture. Myers writes:
But I still have Netflix! I started browsing, and perhaps it was my anti-Xian fuming that made it leap out at me, but The Wicker Man is available. No, not The Wicker Man, the 2006 abomination with Nicolas Cage, but the original 1973 movie with Edward Woodward. I remember seeing it when it first came out and enjoying it, but that was almost 50 years ago. It was memorable enough that I remember the plot. Spoilers ahead…but it is a 47 year old movie.
Here’s what I recall: an officious British police officer comes to a remote island to investigate a report of a missing girl. It quickly becomes obvious that all the inhabitants are lying, as their story keeps changing. The officer pursues every lead, getting closer and closer to the truth, until he discovers he has been led into a trap, and is put into a wicker man that is set afire as a sacrifice to the harvest.
Where it gets really weird is when Myers writes:
So it’s a horror movie, sort of. It’s rather like Midsommar; it also reminded me of Get Out, but with a distinct difference. In those movies, the antagonists were sinister and ominous, and the protagonist was sympathetic. In The Wicker Man, that’s reversed. The villagers are horny and happy, and constantly singing and dropping their clothes, while Officer Howie is an unpleasant, sexually repressed, fanatical prig. At the end of the movie, you end up feeling like he deserved a fiery, grisly death. Fun!
You don’t say?