The man with a thick, probably middle-European accent... 

See also "...gurgled around in my head for days"

Today, we were taking petition signatures, as we have for a week or more, at the Destin post office.  A man with a thick, probably middle-European accent, angrily told us that the Post Office was Federal Property, and that we couldn't take petition names there. We told him  we had permission from the Postmaster; he marched right in and complained. He then came back and started being belligerent again. He demanded to know if I was running for the County Commission next year. I told him that I hadn't filed yet, but that I intended to run for the District 5 seat.  This made him even more furious.  He said that if I was going to run next year, I had no business forming the Freedom Committee and being against the Conference Center/TDC.  He stormed off swearing that he'd see to it that I was not elected. 

Aren't life's little ironies wonderful? The man was probably not born in the USA.  He probably came to this free country as a child and enjoys all of it's benefits. But, he's unwilling to let me fairly exercise my rights as a citizen to change something which I can't abide.  He then made some unintelligible comment about Hwy 98 being filled with trash and we weren't doing anything about THAT (now he's telling me what I should do).  We choose to remove political trash, as is our right.  So much for political freedom in Okaloosa County.

The oppositions latest farce is that I am doing this project for political gain; that I have no honest feeling about this issue. I honestly believe a POLITICIAN wouldn't touch this brawl for fear of damage; that he'd remain safely on the sidelines.   I've been issued a challenge stating that they'll consider my intentions in this issue to be pure ONLY if I don't run next year.  Go figure!  I apparently don't have the right to have a brain and to use it outside of their agenda.

As many of you know, the Post Office experienced several days of phone calls, probably a planned effort, objecting to our collecting signatures there; they apparently saw the number of people at our tables.  The Post Office very politely asked us to leave, and we did.

This is the quality of the opposition, folks; I suspect that they've just begun to show their true colors.

by Gaylan King...

P.S. The incident with the man at the Destin Post Office has gurgled around in my head for days; I couldn't shake it. Then, this afternoon while driving for hours, bumper-to-bumper with strangers, it hit me.  After complaining inside, he came back out and proceeded to tell me that we had to leave.  I finally told him to go away, that I'd heard his whole deal and didn't want to hear it over and over.  He angrily shouted, " I can stand here and argue with you all afternoon if I want to; this is federal property and I can do anything I want to do, here!"   Remember, this was after he'd told me that I had NO rights there because it was federal property.  GET THIS; it's important! They know better; they get one set of rules, we get another. They always know best, and we're to be treated like errant children when we disappoint them. I suspect that they're in for a lot of disappointment.

Cheers!
Gaylan - by Gaylan King

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