It gave Ross Douthat the vapors, so kudos to James Cameron for that.

It’s hard for me to pick my favorite part of that hysterical diatribe about blasphemy badly disguised as intellectual analysis (Douthat was born a cranky old man, I’ve realized), but I think this is it:

Richard Dawkins has called pantheism “a sexed-up atheism.” (He means that as a compliment.)

I love that he feels he has to explain this to his readers.  Why?  Because if there’s anything worse than atheism in Douthat’s book, it’s sex.  He can’t think of a single good thing about either sex or atheism, and assumes that you the reader would be equally baffled.  What a strange world Dawkins must live in, where getting laid and sleeping in on Sundays could be considered anything but hell itself.