Following is the message posted this morning and I thought many of you would appreciate my brother as much as I do! ...........p

"Here's how it's supposed to work. This morning I went down to the new Walmart to restock on groceries. With Adam and Zack here in addition to Jake, groceries don't seem to last like they used to before we were feeding 3 teenage boys. At the front door of the store, I noticed a teen-aged boy and a matronly looking woman selling boxes of donuts from a table that held a sign saying that they were from a group called "Students for Peace". It has been a lot of years since I saw something like that, but I certianly remember that while my war was being fought, "Students for Peace" was not the type of group that was sympathetic to our cause, but the type that ultimately wound up hurting it. Resisting the urge to render a swift, donut scattering kick to the table, I went directly to the Customer Service Desk and politely pointed out that I did not think that it was the Walmart policy to allow political statements to be made at the entrances of their stores and if it was, I would contact both their corporate offices and the local newspapers to voice my displeasure with that policy. I ultimately wound up talking to someone two managerial levels above the person at the Customer Service Desk and was assured that I was the first to lodge a complaint, that I was certianly right, and that the table would be gone by the time I finished my shopping. It was. (I hate to admit it, but I learned that little trick watching the libs.)"