A friend who is both a poet and essayist and who grew up in the southwestern desert regions of the United States once told me that When he was a kid he witnessed “first hand” an occurrence that the locals called “the parade of the tarantulas”—each year a single file line of big venomous spiders would walk down the main drag of town.
The line, according to my friend would stretch for miles. People would sit on folding chairs just to watch.
I was reminded of this yesterday while watching the so-called news channels. The Samantha Powers story was bringing both the spiders and the lawn chair lurkers right out into the open.
While Senators Clinton and Obama parade their followers down the street and the body politic and media bubble is caught up in the spectacle of hairy legs and fangs, no one is debating the real issues.
Does anyone care that 30 per cent of the nation’s honeybees have mysteriously disappeared and no one knows why?
As my friend
Lorraine
would say: “I’m just sayin’!”
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 
I also want to know more of what they think. I am also reminding myself not to move to the southwestern desert region where big venemous spiders walk Main Street.
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