Give me your hungry.

So, Friday here in the wasteland.  Friday and I haven't written one of these since Monday.  I think I may have found out where the padded buffer zone disappeared to.  Not much doubt there, though.  There are/were still 3 weeks of entries waiting  in the wings.  Just how many will be ready in 3 weeks of wasteland time is anyone's guess.

As I mentioned yesterday, this part of the wasteland held it's primary election.  I couldn't do it, I wasn't able to fight down the bile at the very thought of voting for Cruz.  I couldn't bring myself to ask for a Republican ballot.  So, I groped the Bern.

I'm still avoiding the whole news and politics thing that "Damages my calm." (Reference),  Evidently, Drumpf and Clinton won here, and the chat-bot Rubio has packed it in.   That leaves 3 in the clown car.  I'd like to say that it is your vote and I don't care how you use it, so long as you USE IT.  I'd like to be able to say it, but I can't.  I do very much care who you vote for.  I care for my friends and family who will be marginalized, persecuted and demonized because of who they are, the color of their skin, their genders and gender identification, their sexual preferences, their religion or lack thereof.  I care about who you choose to send to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.  I care for all of us and all who will be marginalized, persecuted and demonized because of who they are, the color of their skin, their genders and gender identification, their sexual preferences, their religion.  This fucked up GOP scares me.  I don't want to be part of that America.  I don't want to be part of the hate.

"Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor I'll piss on 'em
that's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death
and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard."

Lou Reed, 'Dirty Blvd.'  

Thanks for your time.  Peace.

See you tomorrow, maybe.