Saddened, Frightened and Sickened.

I sit here just hours before the last GOP presidential debate of 2015. Will I tune in for the spectacle? No, probably not. It's frozen-rubber-disk sports thingy night. Aside that fact there is absolutely nothing, not-a-thing, nada, zilch, el zippo that any one of these clowns delusional and possibly psychotic, sociopaths and wannabe despots can say that would make me surrender my precious vote to them.

Yesterday at a rally for the aspiring Führer and amid shouts of sieg heil a #blacklivesmatter protester was roughed up and forcibly removed, one orange toupee supporter even shouting;
"Light the motherfucker on fire."

I don't want to be part of this America. This America saddens me. This America frightens me. This America sickens me. This America needs to be ground into dust and scattered to the wind.

Merriam-Webster just announced its word of the year isn't a word, but a suffix instead; -ism. When did we become so afraid? Why is the color of a person's skin, their religion, their gender identification or sexual orientation so terrifying? Why are everyone except white men still considered second-class?

To all the persons of the Americas and of the World who are oppressed, discriminated against and persecuted by members of my Caucasian race, I am sorry. I know I am privileged, I'm a white middle-aged male. That privilege makes me a racist, but I try so very hard, every single day to overcome that, to understand, and not to succumb to the ignorance, bigotry and hate.

So, before an angry Murican yells;

"IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY COUNTRY YOU CAN GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Let me enlighten the angry Murican's a little. Much of my ancestral lines were in this country before it became a country. At least three branches of the family tree were here before it had been discovered by the white Europeans. Do not tell me it's not my country.      

It's not much, but I am an ally and I will do what I can.

Thanks for sticking around, It's dinner time, I need a cup of coffee, and if I still indulged, a cigarette or two.  Peace.

See you tomorrow.