Are you.....are you [
Alex.].....judging? *gasp*! Have you forgotten your programming?
It's a funny bit of hypocritical doublethink in which those on the far-wrong so often engage. They brag of being
“tolerant” and
“non-judgemental” among their defining “virtues”, but are very quick to judge those who they perceive as not living up to these ersatz virtues, and to be intolerant thereof.
I, on the other hand, do not count these among my virtues, nor do I recognize them as virtues, at least not the forms thereof exemplified by liberals. I recognize that there is a clear distinction between good and evil, between right and wrong; I recognize an obligation to judge these distinctions, and I certainly do not recognize any oblation to be
“tolerant” of that which I know to be wrong.
I say again that
“tolerance” of evil is no virtue, and neither is refusing to judge evil for what it is.
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In September of 2010, the culmination of these experiences began to snap into a broader context for me. A phone conversation with my mother shifted the lens through which I viewed my world. We were discussing the tragic death of Tyler Clementi. Tyler, you will recall, was an 18-year-old Rutgers freshman who was secretly streamed via Webcam kissing another man. Days later, after being derided and humiliated on social media, he committed suicide by jumping off the George Washington Bridge.
My mom wept. Sobbing, she kept repeating over and over, “How his parents must feel … his poor parents.”
It was an unbearably tragic event, and while hearing of it brought me to tears, too, I couldn’t quite grasp why my mom was so distraught. And then it dawned on me: she was reliving 1998, when she wouldn’t let me out of her sight. She was replaying those weeks when she stayed by my bed, night after night, because I, too, was suicidal. The shame, the scorn, and the fear that had been thrown at her daughter left her afraid that I would take my own life—a fear that I would be literally humiliated to death. (I have never actually attempted suicide, but I had strong suicidal temptations several times during the investigations and during one or two periods after.)