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.