Kevin Fischer is a veteran broadcaster, the recipient of over 150 major journalism awards from the Milwaukee Press Club, the Wisconsin Associated Press, the Northwest Broadcast News Association, the Wisconsin Bar Association, and others. He has been seen and heard on Milwaukee TV and radio stations for over three decades. A longtime aide to state Senate Republicans in the Wisconsin Legislature, Kevin can be seen offering his views on the news on the public affairs program, "InterCHANGE," on Milwaukee Public Television Channel 10, and heard filling in on Newstalk 1130 WISN. He lives with his wife, Jennifer, and their lovely young daughter, Kyla Audrey, in Franklin.
Badly injured after being shot down, McCain was forced to endure unbearable conditions.
McCain’s story can be found on the U.S. News & World Report website. Here are a few excerpts:
Some North Vietnamese swam out and pulled me to the side of the lake and immediately started stripping me, which is their standard procedure. Of course, this being in the center of town, a huge crowd of people gathered, and they were all hollering and screaming and cursing and spitting and kicking at me.
When they had most of my clothes off, I felt a twinge in my right knee. I sat up and looked at it, and my right foot was resting next to my left knee, just in a 90-degree position. I said, "My God--my leg!" That seemed to enrage them —I don't know why. One of them slammed a rifle butt down on my shoulder, and smashed it pretty badly. Another stuck a bayonet in my foot. The mob was really getting up-tight.
I remained in solitary confinement from that time on for more than two years. I was not allowed to see or talk to or communicate with any of my fellow prisoners. My room was fairly decent-sized—I'd say it was about 10 by 10. The door was solid. There were no windows. The only ventilation came from two small holes at the top in the ceiling, about 6 inches by 4 inches. The roof was tin and it got hot as hell in there. The room was kind of dim—night and day—but they always kept on a small light bulb, so they could observe me. I was in that place for two years.
In those days—still in 1968—we were allowed to bathe every other day, supposedly. But in this camp they had a water problem and sometimes we'd go for two or three weeks, a month without a bath. I had a real rat for a turnkey who usually would take me out last. The bath was a sort of a stall-like affair that had a concrete tub. After everyone else had bathed, there usually was no water left. So I'd stand there for my allotted five minutes and then he'd take me back to my room.
They took me out of my room to "Slopehead," who said, "You have violated all the camp regulations. You're a black criminal. You must confess your crimes." I said that I wouldn't do that, and he asked, "Why are you so disrespectful of guards?" I answered, "Because the guards treat me like an animal." When I said that, the guards, who were all in the room—about 10 of them—really laid into me. They bounced me from pillar to post, kicking and laughing and scratching. After a few hours of that, ropes were put on me and I sat that night bound with ropes. Then I was taken to a small room. For punishment they would almost always take you to another room where you didn't have a mosquito net or a bed or any clothes. For the next four days, I was beaten every two to three hours by different guards. My left arm was broken again and my ribs were cracked.
Here is the entire story about a bona fide American hero.
I've been blessed to meet many wonderful people in my career.
One of the nicest, most decent individuals I've had the extreme pleasure to know and work with is Robb Edwards. He and his lovely wife, Vicki have been dear friends for many years.
I am deeply saddened to learn that my former colleague at WTMJ suffered a heart attack today and will be undergoing bypass surgery.
Robb, who is the public address announcer for the Milwaukee Brewers at Miller Park is a great guy with so many supportive friends in his corner pulling for him.
His pleasant voice and dedication to his trade have pleased millions of listeners in his tremendous career.
God bless you, my good friend and a speedy recovery so you can return where you belong....behind a microphone, bringing smiles to everyone who hears you.
DISCLAIMER FOR EVERY SINGLE BLOG KEVIN FISCHER WRITES ABOUT BOOMGAARD FROM 5/4/08 UNTIL HIS LOVELY AND MUCH YOUNGER WIFE, JENNIFER FINALLY DOES HIM IN: KEVIN FISCHER ENTHUSIASTICALLY SUPPORTS THE VISIONARY BIG PICTURE CONCEPT OF THE S. 27TH STREET CORRIDOR, BUT HAS PROBLEMS WITH THE NAME, “BOOMGAARD DISTRICT” AND HOW IT CAME TO BE (i.e. zero input from public).
Franklin blogger Fred Keller laid that ugly, vicious rumor to rest in a blog today, although he had to go to, I’ll just say, “unusual” means to get the answer he was looking for.
It is extremely unfortunate that an anonymous individual with a reputation for spreading lies and posting ridiculous, disgusting comments was allowed to blow this out of proportion on some of the Franklin blogs, leading a resident to raise the issue at a Common Council meeting and the Journal/Sentinel to print it.
This unreliable and irresponsible individual may have done irreparable harm to the 27th Street Corridor project.
His comments are not welcome on my blog. They really don’t belong on any of the community blogs and I would challenge my blogging colleagues to do what I have done and refuse to print his garbage.
Following Michael Gableman’s victory over Louis Butler in the state Supreme Court election April 1, there was a loud hue and cry to strip decision-making away from voters and appoint state Supreme Court Justices. Some suggested having the governor do the appointing or some other panel of politicians.
Of course, had the liberal Butler won, there would be no such talk.
As bad as the idea of appointing justices is, there’s a system that, I submit, is worse. It’s in place in Johnson County, Kansas where lawyers select state court judges. That could change in November when voters in the county decide whether to keep or get rid of the process.