But "It is finished."
There's worse that could happen to a material object than hitting the rubbish bin in the company of pages of the Koran and The God Delusion, and having a nail run in. And a banana peel thrown on for good measure.
The obnoxious meditations of the Satanically-panicked might have run to some desecration more "carnal". This of course would be inappropriate. Pharyngula is on the whole family-appropriate. My own thought in regards to some truly awful treatment of the host would be making it sit through Stein's Expelled. A cracker with any taste might crumble of its own accord at that. Even a Ritz would crack.
The basic take-away message is this: symbols are just symbols. Things are just things. Words are just words, and even ideas can be replaced. Lightning didn't strike. The Church will soldier on despite the sysmbol of their faith seeing the dustbin, and the Umma are not lessened by the tossing out of their book, nor does the atheist shudder to see Dawkins' work on the pile.
It's anti-climactic, as real events often are.