by Eric Fry
[...] Down here in Nicaragua, it is difficult to complain. Almost impossible to gripe. And if you find yourself doing either one, you shouldn’t be here in the first place. This idyllic locale is kind of an organic, and highly concentrated, blood-pressure medication (perhaps blended with just a smidge of Lexapro).
But a few thousand miles to the north, where Wall Streeters cheat and politicians protect them, legitimate complaints and gripes are easy to come by. There are plenty of obscene abuses of power and miscarriages of justice. You’d have to be comatose — or in Nicaragua — to miss them.