{"id":144794,"date":"2024-07-01T18:00:47","date_gmt":"2024-07-01T22:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/?p=144794"},"modified":"2024-07-02T13:00:11","modified_gmt":"2024-07-02T17:00:11","slug":"tolerant-to-a-fault","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/2024\/07\/tolerant-to-a-fault\/","title":{"rendered":"Tolerant to a Fault"},"content":{"rendered":"<a href=\"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/mcginley-1.jpeg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-144808\" src=\"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/mcginley-1-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/mcginley-1-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/mcginley-1-768x1023.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/mcginley-1-113x150.jpeg 113w, https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/07\/mcginley-1.jpeg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a>\n<p class=\"first\"><strong>The Angry Man<\/strong><br \/>\n&#8212; by Phyllis McGinley<\/p>\n<p>The other day I chanced to meet<br \/>\nAn angry man upon the street \u2014<br \/>\nA man of wrath, a man of war,<br \/>\nA man who truculently bore<br \/>\nOver his shoulder, like a lance,<br \/>\nA banner labeled \u201cTolerance.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>And when I asked him why he strode<br \/>\nThus scowling down the human road,<br \/>\nScowling, he answered, \u201cI am he<br \/>\nWho champions total liberty \u2014<br \/>\nIntolerance being, ma\u2019am, a state<br \/>\nNo tolerant man can tolerate.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen I meet rogues,\u201d he cried, \u201cwho choose<br \/>\nTo cherish oppositional views,<br \/>\nLady, like this, and in this manner,<br \/>\nI lay about me with my banner<br \/>\nTill they cry mercy, ma\u2019am.\u201d His blows<br \/>\nRained proudly on prospective foes.<\/p>\n<p>Fearful, I turned and left him there<br \/>\nStill muttering, as he thrashed the air,<br \/>\n\u201cLet the Intolerant beware!\u201d<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8212; Comments &#8212;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Kathy G. writes:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">This poem reminds me of a time I took my kids and their friends to the movies to see a Star Wars Movie. I don&#8217;t follow those films at all, so I can&#8217;t say which one it was, but there was a scene where Obi-wan is fighting a young Darth Vader-Anakin and Obi-wan yells &#8220;Only the Sith deal in absolutes!&#8221;. I looked around, waiting for someone to laugh, but it was mostly kids, and went unnoticed. I drove home and explained to my kids that I must be a Sith,as I deal in absolutes, but that Obi-wan was, too.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Angry Man &#8212; by Phyllis McGinley The other day I chanced to meet An angry man upon the street \u2014 A man of wrath, a man of war, A man who truculently bore Over his shoulder, like a lance, A banner labeled \u201cTolerance.\u201d And when I asked him why he strode Thus scowling down [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-144794","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144794","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=144794"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144794\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":144827,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144794\/revisions\/144827"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=144794"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=144794"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=144794"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}