In the spirit of hopefully-not-too-lateness I’d like to say “Ola , Miguel, and thanks for stopping by!” Thanks for reading, and as an enthusiastic Canadian supporter of one of our finest publicly funded institutions – the National Film Board, may I also say how happy I am that you checked out the documentary they helped produce about a mutual enmity you and I share. I’m glad you left a comment and especially that you zeroed in on the very much globalized nature of the stain that is Walmart.

Certainly, the maquiladora system provides a rich example of the kind of labour/consumer market bound by *certain pressures (* I won’t expand on here, but which I’m sure you and I are both too familiar with), rendering the workers at the base of that little pyramid scheme as lambs for beasts like Walmart to sharpen their teeth on.

Greetings in solidarity, Miguel. There are so many angles of the corruption trying to drag us all down. Somehow or other light must find a way in and reveal them all.

To the second responder who left no moniker but assures us he has proof of my “error” and requested I write for further exculpatory evidence of the fact: Well, hello there.

I think I probably would write you – just for the hell of it. Your little note has such intriguing overtones of mysterious authority, promising something big with the lure of inside information and revelation … a salve of some kind, perhaps – the prospect of seeing and confronting the error of my ways. Who doesn’t want that?

If I didn’t believe in such angel wings and the fruit of hopes we dare hope for, I wouldn’t so carefully collect fortune cookie fortunes, saving and savouring them as I do.

Unfortunately, you didn’t leave a functional address, and by now … my interest has waned considerably. You couldn’t have been so sure of yourself after all, or you would have put a bit more effort into your mission to lift me out of my ignorant state.

You might have popped back in to wave that juicy carrot in my face, or sent me a nice picture of yourself reading a newspaper at a cafe looking all proof-laden. You didn’t though.

It is my loss, alas, and I do lament it. I’m sure you would agree: at this point it is best for me to move on, so I have. You take care, eh?

Have fun, everybody!
Good, clean fun