Veteran has audacity to complain to governor
We just returned, (Tuesday, Dec. 27) from the Wisconsin Veterans Home at King. Ron was asked to sing a few Christmas songs at an event hosting Governor Scott Walker and John Scocos, head of the Veterans Affairs for Wisconsin. It was not a political event, but a chance for the governor to present Christmas ornaments from the children and other people in the state which adorned the Capital Christmas Tree.
The governor went room to room, handing out ornaments and thanking the veterans for their service. Then, he came to the multipurpose room, where the staff had set up a buffet table with appetizers, punch and coffee. He spoke to the group, giving a little history of the service of veterans from the state of Wisconsin. Over and over, he thanked them for their service then, and now.
It was not a political event, but just one of wishing the Veterans a merry Christmas, happy New Year, and express the gratitude of all the citizens of Wisconsin. A lovely time was had by all.
All, except for one gentleman who stopped the governor on his way into the room, telling him that he was a veteran also, and introducing him to the man with him, also a veteran. He then told the governor that he is out there getting people to sign petitions for the recall, and said that he and the others have been very respectful. However, the governor’s supporters were not. He indicated that they even gave them “the finger” as they drove by, and he mentioned that one of them was my husband.
Well, I cannot speak for my husband, but I would not do that. His whole diatribe reminded me of a little child coming to daddy and saying, “I was just minding my own business, and do you know what Johnny did?” What a big baby. After all of the stuff we have put up with since January from that crowd, including being given the finger and using words that should earn them soap in their mouths, he has the audacity to come into a veterans home event and whine.
The governor was very nice, just smiled, thanked him for his service, and walked on. That is class. When we left, there they all were in front of the union hall with their signs, screaming and yelling. I would have loved to give them the finger if I remembered which one to raise.