Sometimes it just won’t come

Yesterday I wrote a short post about the local municipal elections and started with a phrase I’d clipped from somewhere: “What happens when harmful attitudes are expressed not by extremists on the fringes, but by perfectly ordinary people going about their lives?”I was going somewhere with that, but it was an emotional reaction, spurred by disbelief at the election results.So I sat at my kitchen table and tried to write it again, and again, and again.Charlottetown has elected a scientist and progressive with an eye for the future to lead the city, while Three Rivers elected someone who, from my reading, mirrors the Sinophobic views of the online mob that treats the purchase of land by the Buddhist monks as some kind of plot by China. What was essentially a land use issue became a social one.But I couldn’t, and still can’t, express my thoughts on this, and even what I wrote above lacks a certain clarity.Last night, at a regular social meet-up of writers from Eastern Canada, I tried to…

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