free speech "Mr. President...?" The President turned. An elegant young man in an overcoat stepped forward. "Many of us feel that you have gotten comfortable...." Two or three security agents materialized and laid hands on the young man. He went rigid and said in outrage, "Will you not let me speak?" The President nodded, winking. "Let him speak. A little free speech never hurt anyone." The guards released him and stood aside. As the President watched, the young man took a paper from the pocket of his coat.
	location: San Francisco, California date: 1998 average rating: [not rated] your rating (0-10):