For the same reason that believers in blanket, unconditional forgiveness of sins don’t do the same.
Raping and pillaging used to be fun; now I prefer a good buffet. Speaking of which:
There’s something wrong about this. Flesh from fresh graves (I can say that three times in a row, fast) should be, um, fresh. And no MSG.
If I was drawn to fresh grave-flesh, I’d probably find myself compelled to go door to door on the weekend handing out pamphlets and urging my neighbors to partake.
And then there wouldn’t be any treats left for the atheists. 
Oo! Oo! I almost forgot - y’all should visit for the upcoming Darwin Day banquet on Valentine’s Day in Columbus, Ohio. Professor P.Z. Myers, notorious atheist and communion wafer desecrator will be speaking! No decayed flesh, though there will be field greens and goat cheese. Come on down!
Liberal, I can get you a pair of chain mail gloves if you’re worried about being around hand-stabbers.
To answer YOUR questions, I don’t see what difference it makes whether something is a sin or a paradox. Now, what about MY questions? I want to know how an ordered universe arises from chaotic quantum blips and farts. What Kant really meant by “predicate”. Who’s the legitimate leader of the Palestinian people. And who the Boston Strangler was.
5-Star General of the Army Liberal
I can’t be the only atheist who has genuinely struggled with this question upon losing faith, can I?
I’m pretty sure that the warty homeless would be kind of joyful to get something to eat. I supply the beauty end of that equation since as compared to the warty homeless I am Brad freaking Pitt.
Given the slaughter of the Canaanites after the walls of Jericho came down, Abraham’s plan to sacrifice Isaac, etc., apparently your average Biblical Israelite was more than happy to do so.
The government, usually.
That can be overcome through higher education. University of Toronto Engineer’s chant:
Rape, pillage and burn,
Rape, pillage and burn,
Rape, rape, rape, rape,
Forget the pillage and burn.
I tried pillaging the Earth - got buried in paperwork.
That’s chaotic quantum burps and farts. God burped and farted, and lo, Creation, in the form of a really big turd, came to pass.
:smack: Now I understand. Thank you! And by the way, fuck you. Give me your money.
5-Star General of the Army Liberal
Try starting smaller – for example, my crew (the Pirates of the North Shore) confine our exploits regionally on both sides of the Can-US border.
Even then, however, we still have a few things to work out. Aside from myself, the crew are all females, so they are not interested in raping (although one of the crew once hailed a fellow on a freighter with “Hey Sailor, looking for a good time?”), they have the entire pillaging concept backwards (they bring delicious food and drink along and share it out), and the burning has only been campfires. With hard work and dedication, however, I’m confident that in time we will become a true terror of the inland sea.
What makes you think he doesn’t?
Hey, we tried…
Aw, crap. It’s rape, then pillage, *then *burn? Man, I keep doing it in the wrong order.
Hence the blistered dong.
The doctor said a shot of penicillin would clear that right up, actually.
Hedley Lamarr: Qualifications?
Applicant: Rape, murder, arson, and rape.
Hedley Lamarr: You said rape twice.
Applicant: I like rape.
I’m too lazy to pillage the earth.