No matter what your personal feelings or academic credentials might be, all discussions of religious belief come down to the same foolish thought: I know something you don’t know.
All discussions of the upcoming elections arrive at the same foolish conclusion: my polls are more accurate than yours.
All critical discussions of any artwork end with the same, usually unspoken, and foolish declaration: if you don’t agree with me, you’re stupid.
All discussions of the salient characteristics of any generation will result in the following, foolish snort: all generations except for mine are dangerously spoiled, ignorant, entitled and lazy.
All discussions of any scientific basis for the beginnings of the universe end with the same plea: if I agree with you, will you please stop trying to make me understand your theory?
All discussions of proper child-rearing should end with the following, astute decree: any child’s personality and intelligence have been determined about three seconds after they’re born, so if you’re a parent, stop worrying about it. But you should still teach that child to stop shrieking in public places.
All discussions of who’s to blame for making that last wrong turn on the Jersey turnpike will end in either homicide or divorce. Both will be equally satisfying.
