Why are you arguing with me, then, when all I said was that you shouldn’t accept being in the presence of their beliefs?
Okay, so you agree you can accept a person as a human and a friend without accepting their beliefs? Because that’s what I’m saying
And no, accepting a belief means not challenging it, implicitly treating it as normal.
I wouldn’t really agree with that only because its just not your job. You don’t have a responsibility with burdening yourself with constantly correcting others.
Okay, so you agree you can accept a person as a human and a friend without accepting their beliefs?
Misleading question. If their “differing belief” is that God created the Earth, or that crystals have healing magic, then whatever. They can be kooky if they want. If their “differing belief” is that only whites deserve to live, they can get fucked.
I wouldn’t really agree with that only because its just not your job. You don’t have a responsibility with burdening yourself with constantly correcting others.
What a deliciously convenient excuse for not challenging your nazi friends. “It’s not my job!!”
It’s also “not your job” to queue properly, to put shopping trolleys back in the corral, or to obey traffic laws. You do it anyway, though, because it is the right thing to do. I don’t have to be employed for every little thing i do.
But hey, let’s try your logic: it is not my job to ensure that every little racist feels accepted and understood. It’s not my responsibility to coddle Nazis.
Okay, so you agree you can accept a person as a human and a friend without accepting their beliefs? Because that’s what I’m saying
I wouldn’t really agree with that only because its just not your job. You don’t have a responsibility with burdening yourself with constantly correcting others.
Misleading question. If their “differing belief” is that God created the Earth, or that crystals have healing magic, then whatever. They can be kooky if they want. If their “differing belief” is that only whites deserve to live, they can get fucked.
What a deliciously convenient excuse for not challenging your nazi friends. “It’s not my job!!”
It’s also “not your job” to queue properly, to put shopping trolleys back in the corral, or to obey traffic laws. You do it anyway, though, because it is the right thing to do. I don’t have to be employed for every little thing i do.
But hey, let’s try your logic: it is not my job to ensure that every little racist feels accepted and understood. It’s not my responsibility to coddle Nazis.