Tolerance is the virtue of believing in nothing.
The amusing part about the modern insistence on “tolerance” is that it is oxymoronic.
By definition, for me to express tolerance of your actions, I must disapprove of them. If I approve, tolerance isn’t possible.
Somehow the term has morphed to mean approval or even celebration of whatever we are supposed to be tolerating.
It is impossible for me to tolerate Mexican food because I enjoy it so much. My limited experience with Filipino cuisine requires considerable tolerance, though.