Clueless People...

We are overrun by them - the clueless people. You know the ones I mean. They are compelled to write in to comment on every issue and the Internet has made it so much worse. What are they thinking? Well that's just it isn't it. They aren't thinking. They could not possibly be thinking and at the same time writer some of the marvellous drivel that passes for public commentary.

They are everywhere. Ubiquitous even. I try to read a thoughtful piece in the Globe and Mail but I can't help it. As I scroll down I start to develop a nervous tick. I know they are lurking below - just waiting to splash their drivel across my open mind. Perhaps it is my fault after all. You see, I keep hoping for that hidden gem. You know, the added insight that restored my hope in John Q. Public. It could be that there is no hope. The raving hordes lurk in the electronic shadows waiting to pounce on the next column. I can but endure. This is democracy at work. At least I am not author of these columns. I grieve for them and their thankless toil.

Lost souls in paradise...

Lost Souls in Paradise

There are lost souls in paradise.

They stumble through the sunshine

Stripped bare.
Their dignity has been burnt away by
Days of hunger and nights of thirst.
They reach out with palsied hands

Begging for what they lost or squandered or gave away.
Skin burnished by the sun, drained of youth, slack and half-empty.
They fill the gaps between the locals and the tourists
Drifting between those who live and those who visit.
They are lost souls in paradise.