Wisconsin DQ Owner Stands Firm on ‘Politically Incorrect’ Window Notice

A quaint Dairy Queen in Kewaskum, Wisconsin, suddenly found itself in the social-media spotlight after a simple window placard declared the restaurant “politically incorrect.” The sign lets patrons know that employees cheerfully say “Merry Christmas,” shout “God Bless America,” back the U.S. military, and hand out free sundaes to veterans every Veterans Day.

Franchise owner Kevin Scheunemann says the notice went up years ago, inspired by a single complaint about Christian music playing over the speakers. Since then, he claims, nobody inside the store has voiced objections—until the internet caught wind of it.

For Scheunemann, the flyer is less a provocation than a heads-up about his team’s values. “I’d rather be upfront,” he told reporters, noting that transparency prevents uncomfortable surprises for first-time guests.

The quiet Midwestern outpost went viral after a traveler from Oregon snapped a picture and posted it to Facebook, asking friends whether the message felt exclusionary. Within hours, thousands weighed in, and national outlets picked up the thread.

Reactions were split. Critics argued the wording could alienate customers who don’t share the same faith or politics, while many locals—and several neighboring business owners—defended the display as an exercise of free expression.

Dairy Queen’s corporate office soon stepped in, stressing that the franchisee’s sign reflects personal beliefs, not official brand policy, and reiterating that every guest “deserves to be treated with dignity and respect.” The company stopped short of asking Scheunemann to remove it.

As the debate cooled, the Kewaskum store kept the sign exactly where it was—right next to the menu board advertising Blizzards and burgers—confident that customers can decide for themselves whether to walk in or walk past.

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