In 1999, I visited a church square in the center of Christchurch, NZ. While I was there, a young man appeared and, besides his normal clothing, he was also wearing a stovepipe hat, tuxedo jacket with tails, and he was carrying a soapbox. He placed the box on the ground and stood on it and gave a speech. I don’t remember what it was about, but I do remember him and I remember thinking “what a neat way of airing his grievance", (or something similar). This would not work today. So this blog is my cyber soapbox. I am not sorry if I offended anyone by using this venue, and, I’m not sorry that I spoke up. As my mother use to say, “You made your bed, now you sleep in it,” I asked you, who made this bed?
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