[mjklin]

> What's your rap these days? Most of us have one. Is it a disquisition on the stupidity of television, the rapacity of multinational corporations, how the Yuppies had it coming to them, the thrills of motorcycling, the perils of tuna fish? Some people are always ready to mount the soapbox. (It's the twelfth time you've heard this guy's tirade and it was already boring the second time around.)

> The worst sort of rap is the pet peeve. Pet peeves manage to smuggle their way into every conversation, no matter what the topic. Marty is hung up on America's foolishness in not imposing tariffs against the Japanese. It's not clear why he takes this so personally, but he's definitely obsessed with the problem. The topic of conversation is Monday-night football? Marty contrives a quick segue to the state of television in America, orchestrates a smooth turn to the subject of the future Japanese control of the entertainment business, and— presto— tariffs. Marty's rap is boring for the same reason the preacher's is— it's predictable— but it's also an imposition. He uses friends as a sounding board for his venting.

- From the book Everyday Ethics by Joshua Halberstam

[rrrrrrrrrrrryan]

Everyone wants to climb to the top of the nearest hill and scream and shout that he has The Truth, but more often than not we'd be better off just shutting up: striving to understand rather than trying to preach, remaining curious rather than telling others what to think.

"In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world."

- Emil Cioran