Tolerance is Dead…
I am a 28-year-old African-American male with vast athletic and mental potential, yet, I chose to become a writer. Equipped with a cultural-tolerance level that would make Vegeta glow with rage, I navigate this perplexing biosphere arms wide open. Be that as it may, the “je ne sais quoi” of the term tolerance is nearly in itself a detriment to its importance, meaning, it paints a foggy picture of unwillingness.
So I say to all willing to listen, let us push past the moist underbelly of tolerance into the dewy blossom filled meadow of acceptance, where we can all lay out and bask in the ambiance of minding our own fucking business.