Condone: (v) to approve or sanction something,
Life is a perpetual pursuit to discover the boundaries, borders and limitations of what is just none of my goddamn business.
If I become exhausted in this worthy quest, I will soon start objecting to things that other people are doing simply because I do not want
anyone to think that I condone such irregularities.
This is why governments release well-worded rebukes to other governments about their comings and goings, so as to make sure the history books will note their disapproval.
For years we did this over the subject of divorce. It was so looked down upon in our society that people were ashamed to admit they had marital problems for fear of being ostracized–for even thinking about calling it quits.
Those in the gay community were repeatedly informed by the righteous rabble that they were loved as people, but hated for their sin. (However, since that sin was considered to be homosexuality, it was a little bit difficult to separate it from their lives, to receive the love instead of being stung by the hate.)
I don’t think Facebook could exist if people weren’t condoning one thing while condemning another, to make sure it appeared they were not in a condoning mood.
To read what people write in criticizing one another, you would assume they have removed all beams from their own eye, and are clear-sighted to evaluate and critique the world around them.
I will run from any instinct to judge another person, which also gives me license to not be present to condone.
Matter of fact, that running may be the only exercise I’m getting.
(click the elephant to see what he’s reading!)