Queer rant. I’ve lost patience with a FB friend from HS. He is the most homophobic, racist and sexist person left in my online tribe. I’m wrestling with whether to just block him and be done with that. I struggle to be open with those with whom I do not agree. He’s off on a week’s golf tour in the South. The only bitches, beaners, coons, queers and chinks he’ll encounter will be in service roles. Rosita, freshen my room. Manuel, get my bag. Ito, let’s have sushi and dim sum after I get back. Chad, get some fresh flowers in here. Mark, set up the bar and make sure we have plenty of juleps. These people are people who don’t get it. We’re already here. They’ve got the guns but we’ve got the numbers. I freely admit that I am an old white male of some privilege. We are going to die and open the way for newer voices and greater equality. I really don’t want to wait around long enough to see it complete. I’ll go to the undiscovered country well before the matinee. I know how to predict the future. Luck is really a combination of preparation and opportunity. I have a pineapple crumble in the oven. For this moment I know what the future will bring. Apre Moi Le Deluge.