There is absolutely nothing absolute in my belief system. I kid you not.

If you want to try to convince me that self-help books help, that Dennis Leary isn’t funny, that spending hours a day on Facebook makes you more connected, or that regulations are good for business, go for it. If you can make a good enough argument, I’ll flip, just like that. But it’ll have to be one hell of an argument.

Just so you know, I’m not talking about logic, physics, 1+1=2, that sort of thing. Those are not belief systems. Those are fundamental.

It’s fanatics I have a problem with. Zealots. Ideologues. Wackos. They give me the creeps. Sure, they can be acquaintances. I don’t mind if they’re neighbors, as long as they don’t try to sell me stuff. I’m probably even related to a few. But don’t ask me to work with them or hang around them. That’s just too much to ask.

Just so we’re clear, we’re not talking about diehard 49er or Grateful Dead fans. Red wine snobs. Parents who think their demon spawn walk on water. Lovers of modern art that consists of nothing more than a mono-colored rectangle. God fearing folk. Atheists. Whatever floats your boat.

I’m talking about people who look facts in the eye and say, “Nope.” Whose entire world view is based on false assumptions. I mean, how are you supposed to deal with people you can’t reason with? That’s right, you can’t. Let me rephrase that. I can’t. If you can, that’s totally cool. Go for it. Better you than me.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m an adaptable guy. I can work or play with just about anyone. And over the years, I have. It takes all kinds. All over the world. And at one time or another, I’m sure I’ve done business and hung around with every kind you can imagine. But at this stage of the game, I’m done with fanatics.

Just a good old-fashioned rant. Thanks for listening.

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