Cold Steel: " But I can't imagine that any atheist could be happy in the prospect of an eternal night."
I suppose it's a failure of imagination on your part to imagine an atheist could be happy, even though I am happy. To me, the prospect of eternal night is more attractive than the prospect of eternal life, which is probably a failure of imagination on my part.
CS: "On the one hand, the cure to anyone's troubles is only a gunshot away, but on the other, to go to sleep every night and wake up every morning thinking that this is all there is. "
I don't know for a fact that this is all there is, but even if it is, that knowledge makes life all the more precious and to throw it away would be a terrible waste.
CS: "... you go further in being openly contemptuous of what I believe and label it as 'mind control.' "
I was not being contemptuous. I do think forcing religious doctrine onto children constitutes mind control. I know how that affects a child. It was done to me.
CS: "In short, it's better to be tolerant and open. Many atheists would seize control of children from parents and use the state to ensure that no mind control is exercised."
I don't know of ANY atheists that endorse such an abominable action. That doesn't mean there aren't any, but if there are, they certainly do not represent all atheists.
But many believers would like to force all children to believe as they do by bringing prayer and Bible study back into the public schools. To me, that constitutes depriving children of their right to use their minds and make their own choices.
This Buddhist parable may help you understand my point of view:
"There once was a Buddhist monk who practiced his meditation by walking in the forest each morning. On one clear crisp morning, the monk heard a rustling in the leaves and looked up to see a large tiger watching him from a distance. Sensing that the tiger was about to attack, the monk started running as fast as he could, only to come to a clearing and a high cliff. Not seeing any other way to go, the monk grasped a large vine running partly down the side of the cliff, and began to climb down it just as the tiger arrived. So there the monk was hanging, grasping the narrow end of a vine, with a snarling tiger above him, and a long deadly fall beneath him. To make matters worse, a mouse appeared and to began gnaw on the vine, just above him, but out of his reach. Just then, the monk noticed a wild strawberry plant growing from the side of the cliff, with one plump red strawberry on it. He reached out, picked the berry, put it in his mouth and thought to himself, 'This strawberry. How delicious it is!'”
The "now" matters most to me, not a future "maybe."