Pre-Memorial Day at Walter Reed
We had a good turnout this week: 15 patriots to 9 stinking pinkos. Only one abusive nutbag in a car. I don’t write about Friday nights at Walter Reed much anymore ’cause it’s all the same and sameness is boring. But tonight something rather special did happen.
A soldier who is a patient in the hospital came out to visit us. Nothing new there.
He went down to the Pinkos and talked to them, too. Ditto. Nothing new.
When he came back up to the “right” side, I went over to say “Thank you” and to talk. Still nothing new.
Then, the bombshell: This soldier was at the White House yesterday and came face to face with Zero and .. refused to shake his hand!
Part of me thinks his action was disrespectful, but this warrior has the right to express his opinion and that was certainly a powerful way of doing so. What cojones!! I’m so proud of him… *sniff*
