Toleration

We’re a broad church.

I hate … tolerance.

But tolerance doesn’t hate you.

I hate tolerance because it doesn’t hate me – not enough.

Because it doesn’t understand the threat you are. Because it doesn’t understand that you want to blow up the world, or whatever. Poor you, so misunderstood. What you fear is that tolerance has you worked out. Knows that you’re eminently tolerable. That you fit right in. Perfectly.

 

You’d like be some terrorist, but you’re not. You’ve already been screened. You’re safe.

I’m not – safe.

You’d like to be some terrible threat, but you’re not. Face it. Do you think the Organisational Management campus would let you in, if you weren’t?

How would it know?

Based on, like, all your past behaviour. On all the data it’s gathered about you.

I could surprise you. I could just … flip out.

Go on then: flip away.

 

You want to break me.

You’re already broken.

You want to turn me.

You’ve already turned. You’re already obedient – perfectly so.