Tolerance

​19.11.2025

​S: You know, the racist has this ugly word, ‘tolerance’.

​A: Why is it ugly?

​S: Everything about a racist is ugly. Their faces are ugly when you find out that they are racist. Like Roald Dahl said, if someone is nice, they might have a wonky nose, but they are still beautiful. Inside, their hearts are ugly. And their words are ugly too.

​A: But why is ‘tolerance’ ugly?

​S: Because the philosophy of the racist is that they bear your company if you are different, under suffering. They are forced to be with you. They do not see you as a person, but as a burden. They are with you under compulsion, without consent. It is a form of rape.

​A: Who are you talking about?

​S: They will know. They will hear. I will not say.

​A: Aren’t you speculating here?

S: Do you think that a racist will ever reveal the wicked thoughts in their head? Even the racist knows that these thoughts are unacceptable and inhumane. And yet, they only love like for like. When they choose, they choose like for like. They have not acceptance or love of difference. Instead, they have ‘tolerance’. Which given how evil this world is, is acceptable vocabulary in those so-called ‘civilised’ countries.

​A: What would you do?

​S: These people that use these words, they should…

A: Forget I asked. I see the expression on your face.

​S: I am a warrior. It is only the warrior that fights for the difference between sin and goodness. It is only the warrior that stands between sin and goodness.

​A: You would fight against a word?

S: In the beginning was the word. It is what any culture revolves around.

​A: You think you will win?

S: When you stand up against a system of corruption, greed and evil, you know that you will not win. Quixote tilts at the windmill. But Quixote is a champion of love. He knows his duty. Love stands up against a world of hate. In every era, this is the story. There are those that bend over and are fucked. And because they are slaves, they love it. And then there is the lotus flower that springs from the slime and muck to stand as enlightenment. Hate produces its own nemesis, love. From the heart of the slave springs the free man. The Mother chooses a champion. What is victory in this world? The warrior has one creed: right action without reliance on a reward. Krishna himself says so in the Gita.