Today is definitely a shouting kind of day


By: Jeff Katz – March, 2011

Every once in a while, you have to shake your head and mutter Whiskey Tango Foxtrot under your breath. Every so often, it becomes necessary to shout it. Today is definitely a shouting kind of a day.

The new Governor of Wisconsin recently began to ask some simple, yet serious, questions. In office for all of six weeks, Governor Scott Walker asked the simple question, how are we supposed to afford huge payouts to unionized public school teachers? What part of broke do they not understand Governor Walker asked? Instead of receiving an intelligent well crafted answer from the teachers and their union bosses, he was the recipient of a one finger salute accompanied by thousands of protesters decrying him as a modern day Adolph Hitler.

Governor Walker pointed out that he had no personal animosity towards school teachers but was just looking at the state’s checkbook which showed that it was overdrawn by about three billion dollars. He said he wanted to make sure that no public employees were let go, but to block any possible layoffs he needed belt tightening from all. The teachers told him to drop dead.

Teachers lied about being sick and then flooded the capitol in Madison. They were joined by thousands of clueless college students, hippie leftovers, patchouli salesmen and thugs in pinky rings. Scream as loud as you can they were directed. Make up any story you want but be sure to demonize Walker and the hardworking decent taxpayers of the state. Oh, and don’t forget to pick up a doctor’s note and maybe a prescription for medical marijuana while you’re at it.

Now if this was all happening only in Wisconsin, most of us would yawn and hope that no serious damage came to the cheese curds. But the ignorance, bigotry, hatred and violence spread and eventually wound up at the State House here in Boston.

Clueless angry brutes wearing the union label stacked the crowd at the recent rally. At the direction of the despicable Little Mikey Capuano, the accidental congressman from Somerville, these thugs proceeded to attack patriotic Americans. The knuckle draggers were not satisfied to simply intimidate and threaten parents who were with their small children. It was not rewarding enough to just bully senior citizens. No, these baseball cap wearing Neanderthals heard Congressman Peter Principle issue the directive to bring blood to the streets and they did. These union thugs pushed, shoved, kicked and punched innocent people who had done nothing except show up with the hope that they could exercise their right to speak freely.

I grew up in a union household where we looked for the union label.

My father helped to organize a union at his work place. I was a proud union member and union leader. I worked hard to organize some additional union locals. I live in the real world where I know that the money going out of my checkbook can’t exceed the amount coming in. I know that bills need to be paid. I don’t have a single shred of anger or hatred for unions or union members, but I hang my head thinking that thugs brutalizing patriots is the current face of the organized labor movement. I am ashamed to realize that some claim that stealing the future from our children is a valid part of a collective bargaining agreement. In short, today is one of those days where I have to scream Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.