My mom used to take a wooden coat hanger or her high heel shoe to beat my little butt when I misbehaved. Why the behavior modification tools? Her excuse was that when she used her hand, she’d break blood vessels and would become black and blue. From time to time she’d remind me that the only reason she beat me was because she loved me. Well, I’ve been beating up on the USJA, and I do so, just like my mom did with me, because I love the USJA. More precisely I love the USJA that I joined back in 1975. Unfortunately, I hate seeing what it has become.