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Tolerance

 

 

I have been struggling with the concept of tolerance lately. For many years I have advocated personal tolerance as the cornerstone of a healthy society. I guess I still do providing we do not see our toleration as being the ability to overlook the faults of others, but rather our ability to respect our differences. Harmony comes from living together not from just accepting adversarial relationships. So I still basically believe taht tolerance is good and intolerance is bad.

 

Tolerance is defined by some as

  • the power or capacity of an organism to tolerate unfavorable environmental conditions
  • a disposition to allow freedom of choice and behavior
  • a disposition to tolerate or accept people or situations

On the surface it all sounds good. But have we become so tolerant that we ignore problems that we face as individuals and as a society. Would their have been the oppression and slaughter of the Jews in Germany during the 30’s and 40’s if people like you and me had not tolerated the evil action of others. Is the willingness of most of the world’s people to tolerate the current slaughter of innocents in Africa the act of a civilized populace?

 

Many of us are given the opportunity to stand up and say no to things that should not be in our own personal world, yet how many of us just sit by and tolerate the existing condition because it just is not all that important to us. Many think the answer rests in democracy, yet democracy with out civil liberty often results in the oppression of the minority. We should really care and raise our voices in opposition to what should be the intolerable for each of us are minorities of one kind or another. As an example I belong to an age group is only a small percentage of the total population and my personal beliefs are not shared by everyone else. We are all different in one way or the other and we need to stand up and demand our right to be different for if we don’t who will?

 

Sorry for the long winded diatribe today, but I worry about our toleration of things that darken the future. Sadly nothing will change unless we decide to take some responsibility to at least leave the world no worse than we found it, we owe it to future generations.

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 “Tolerance is another word for indifference.”

Somerset Maugham

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Now on with the show……………..

A Blonde’s Cookbook

Monday: It’s fun to cook for Tom. Today I made angel food cake. The recipe said beat 12 eggs separately. The neighbors were nice enough to loan me some extra bowls.

Tuesday: Tom wanted fruit salad for supper. The recipe said serve without dressing. So, I didn’t dress. What a surprise when Tom brought a friend home for supper.

Wednesday: A good day for rice. The recipe said wash thoroughly before steaming the rice. It seemed kind of silly, but I took a bath anyway. I can’t say it improved the rice any.

Thursday: Today Tom asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe. It said prepare ingredients, lay on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving. Tom asked me why I was rolling around in the garden.

Friday: I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, put the ingredients in a bowl and beat it. There must have been something wrong with this recipe. When I got back, everything was the same as when I left.

Saturday: Tom did the shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday. For some reason, Tom keeps counting to ten.

Sunday: Tom’s folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast, but all I had was hamburger. Suddenly, I had a flash of genius. I put the hamburger in the oven and set the controls for roast. It still came out hamburger, much to my disappointment.

Well, good night, dear diary. This has been a very exciting week. I am eager for tomorrow to come, so I can try out a new recipe on Tom. If I can talk Tom into buying a bigger oven, I would like to surprise him with chocolate moose.

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Some people will like me and some won’t. So, I might as well be myself, and then at least I’ll know that the people who like me, like me.

Hugh Prather

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The little sexy housewife was built so well the TV repairman couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Every time she came in the room, he’d near about jerk his neck right out of joint looking at her. When he’d finished she paid him and said, "I’m going to make a . . . well . . . unusual request. But you have to first promise me you’ll keep it a secret."

The repairman quickly agreed and she went on. "Well, it’s kind of embarrassing to talk about, but while my husband is a kind, decent man, ‘sigh’, he has a certain physical weakness. A certain disability. Now, I’m a woman and you’re a man . . . "

The repairman could hardly speak, "Yes…yes!"

"And since I’ve been wanting to ask you ever since you came in the door…"

"Yes… yes!"

"Would you help me move the refrigerator?"

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"The trouble with jogging is that, by the time you realize you’re not in shape for it, it’s too far to walk back."

Franklin P. Jones

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Now that the metric system is in wide use all over the world, we can see why Americans have not adopted it:

A miss is as good s 1.6 kilometers.

Put your best .3 of a meter forward.

Spare the 5.03 meters and spoil the child.

Twenty-eight grams of prevention is worth 453 grams of cure.

Give a man 2.5 centimeters and he’ll take 1.6 kilometers.

Peter Piper picked 8.8 liters of pickled peppers.

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No sense being pessimistic, it probably wouldn’t work anyway.

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One afternoon, a woman was in her back yard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. The woman could tell from the dog’s collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when she walked into the house, the dog followed her, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and the woman let him out.

The next day the dog was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks. Curious, the woman pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon, your dog comes to my house for a nap."

The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: "We have ten children. He’s trying to catch up on his sleep.

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Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of the heart.

Mort Walker

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She said: My husband and I found a charming bed-and-breakfast nestled in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Though enchanted, I nonetheless had some questions about the accommodations.  

"Does the room have its own bath?" I asked.  

Nodding, the proprietor answered, "If no one else checks in, it does."  

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Collective fear stimulates herd instinct, and tends to produce ferocity toward those who are not regarded as members of the herd.

Bertrand Russell

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Stay well, do good work, and have fun.

 Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana, USA

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The editor is somewhat senile.

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