The Villagers are Revolting…

I went to a community meeting on Tuesday night.  In John McMillan Park.   Under the flat white glare of the portable floodlights with 300 other pitchfork wielding villagers. The baying for bureaucrats blood was loud and carried clear in the warm summer night air. A minority were frenzied, frothing uncontrollably at the mouth.  Goading the…Read More→

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