Season of Tolerance

This is the season, many well-intended people claim, to exercise tolerance. I personally do not want tolerance at all. Think what tolerance means: the capacity to endure something disagreeable. To tolerate someone simply means that I hate and want to kill that person, but since I am a nice and kind and better person, I won’t. That is nice, isn’t it? If someone were to say that he hates white people but if they happen to sit down at the next table, he will tolerate their present and not stab them with his steak knife, it would be a very horrible thing indeed. But this is exactly what it means to say that we will practise racial/religious tolerance. It is a very thin veneer. The German people tolerated Jews for decades before 1933. I want indifference, the indifference of perfect normality. When I walk into a restaurant, I want to be a paying customer and be served, not tolerated. When I sit down, I want the next table to not take notice, because there is nothing noteworthy in the encounter. It is very nice to be the tolerator, feeling all nice and right and superior. It is not very nice to be the tolerated, feeling the passive aggression everywhere you turn. So, let us not be tolerant. If you hate someone, show it. That way, they know who you are and not turn their backs towards you. To be hated is one thing, but to be stabbed in the back doubles the insult and injury.