INTOLERANCE IS A HIGH COST, A HIGH TAX THAT WE MUST PAY. TOLERANCE IS A FREE RID

INTOLERANCE IS A HIGH COST, A HIGH TAX THAT WE MUST PAY. TOLERANCE IS A FREE RIDING – A DISCOUNT, A THEFT NOT A VIRTUE.

Living Light – and safe.

Sure, I have the contents of a four bedroom house in storage. But otherwise, my life consists of a little red sportscar, six large duffel bags full of wardrobe, a suitcase full of computer gear, and my working computer, id, iPad/exterior monitor, sound system, prescriptions, cables, batteries, umbrella, rain poncho, cash and a few gold coins I keep in my (very fancy) backpack and I never ever take my eye off of it. I keep a cord lock in the backpack and lock it to whatever I can when I am in a public place. Worst case I have a run bag with me at all times.

Part of this habit is living in an iffy place during the revolution. Part of it is what my government did to me and am forever traumatised by. Part of it was what my divorce did to me. Part of it is autistic in that I must have rituals to remember where I put things. Part of it is just feeling that I don’t need to worry.

I sleep with my phone, backpack and laptop next to the bed. So I don’t worry about them

In America I always carry a sidearm out of advocacy. I have only needed it three times. Once when a psycho came after me and Allora when I turned his criminal activity in. And twice when people of different Color decided I was a target late at night. Yelling “help police!!” While pointing a sidearm is very different from returning the threat with macho.

I know too many people who have had car trunks robbed because someone watched them place items in the boot then either waited or followed them to their next destination and stolen them.

I have too much experience with east coast urban life. I know the evil men do. When I lived in Back Bay in Boston my heart raced twice a day: when I woke up and checked to see if my car was still there, and when I came home and checked to see that the door had not been banged in by thieves.

I never feel as unsafe in Ukraine as I did in every American city.

You know why?

Intolerance.

Men beat the hell out of you here for the slightest threatening action just like they used to in America.

Every man a sheriff. Every man intolerant. Every man a hangman.

Intolerance is a high tax.

But we must pay it.