Friday, November 4, 2016
In case you haven't heard, we in the U.S. have an election coming up next Tuesday. We will be selecting a new president, and I've been told the world is watching.
I have many friends all across the political spectrum, and the last thing I want to do is offend any of them. However, I feel so strongly about this election, I truly feel led to comment.
We have two major party candidates, and one of them is Hillary Rodham Clinton. She is under investigation by the F.B.I. If you are a fan of hers, you may be rolling your eyes and thinking, "Oh, yeah, sure. This is just another smear against her. The F.B.I. found nothing the first time, and they won't find anything again. It's just those Republicans trying to get her."
If that is what you're thinking, that would be inaccurate. It's not any political party doing the investigating, it's the F.B.I. I don't know what they found this time, and neither do you. One thing I do know is the mainstream media is not covering this extremely important story as they should. They have thrown any pretense of impartiality out the window. If, again, you are rolling your eyes, google is your friend. For example, here's just one instance of media bias. There are many, many more. In a recent study, only 7% of journalists considered themselves conservative.This is important, because our media is not covering issues fairly. How can we be well informed if our media lets us down?
There is one monumental story the mainstream media has only given a slight mention to, if at all, and that is the story of the F.B.I's investigation of the Clinton Foundation. It's an investigation that has been going on for over a year, and seems to be more compelling than the email case. This is huge, because it appears Hillary used her position as secretary of state to further donations to the Clinton Foundation, a blatant conflict of interest. In a nutshell, it's suspected Hillary more or less said, "If you give us money, Bill and/or I will give you time, a speech, an interview," etc. This is what's known as "pay for play." How frightening to think our secretary of state may have given special favors to foreign leaders, billionaires, etc., for money, while she was in office. Even scarier, some of these foreign entities are not our friends. In short, it looks like she sold America. If you want to read more about it, you can find it here.
If Hillary Clinton is elected as our president, I'm afraid our country will be paralyzed. There will be investigation after investigation, and according to the F.B.I. sources, a "likely" indictment. This would be a criminal indictment. Criminal. I hope everyone understands that. She may not even be able to serve a whole term. We have things to do, things to fix, and things to work on in our wonderful country. Do we really want to add the burden of criminal investigations of our president and top leaders to our list?
I don't imagine I have swayed anyone by writing this. After all, our choices this time around for president are not wonderful. What I do hope is that people will prayerfully consider their choice before voting. And please, do go vote, if you haven't already. My husband and I took advantage of early voting. We've done our part.
BTW, if you think you know who I voted for after reading this, you might be wrong. I did not vote for Hillary. I bet that wasn't hard to deduce. But remember, most states have at least four choices and a write in space. I'm going to keep you guessing.
As always, respectful comments welcome, but I will not debate anyone. If you'd like to debate, you're welcome to write your own blog.
Because this is actually supposed to be a writing blog and I used some basic writing skills to pen this, I think I'm allowed to say:
Posted by Betty Castleberry at 9:00 AM
Thursday, April 14, 2016
My husband and I have just returned from an anniversary trip to Fredericksburg, Texas, located in the beautiful Texas hill country. We've been to Fredericksburg several times and enjoy exploring the German heritage of the town, the shops, the restaurants, and all the rest of the sights the town has to offer.
One thing we've never done until this trip is visit the National Museum of the Pacific War. It is a fairly new attraction, having only been open the last few years. Fredericksburg is a logical place for this museum since it is the birthplace of fleet admiral Chester Nimitz, who played a significant role in WW2.
Seeing the museum was on our list of things to do, because we'd heard it was well worth the time. Well worth the time. What a vast understatement. This museum is not "a" museum of the Pacific War, it is "the" museum of the Pacific War.
I've always been a little on the sentimental side when it comes to love of country, but this museum brought out feelings I didn't know I had. My dad was in the Pacific theater during WW2, in Okinawa. I am married to a Vietnam veteran, and I have other extended family members who have also served. Patriotism runs deep in our family.
Knowing all this did not prepare me for what I felt touring this museum. To start with, it's very well done and it's HUGE. Your ticket is good for 48 hours, and besides the main museum, there are two other locations. The main museum gives a thorough history of events leading up to WW2. It's educational, and the displays are interesting. Those are things any good museum should offer. What sets this one apart is the feeling that you're actually seeing things unfold right before your eyes.
The section describing the bombing of Pearl Harbor was unforgettable. A Japanese midget sub is on display. The sound effects are so realistic I almost wanted to duck and run. And that is just the beginning of this fantastic museum.
Authentic news reels and newspaper articles are used throughout. You can hear President Roosevelt speaking. You can find almost anything military related that was used during WW2, big or small, including everything from uniform patches to airplanes.
While all of this was quite interesting, I was also very moved and humbled. I've heard stories all my life about what an honor it is to serve one's country. Also what a sacrifice it is for the person serving, and for his or her family as well. I grew up knowing this. I'm the person who stops to thank military personnel in a restaurant or anywhere I see them. I feel a deep sense of pride when I hear The Star Spangled Banner. Still, all of this did not make me realize what our brave troops faced during WW2. Of course, unless you were there, no one can possibly ever know exactly what it was like. I feel touring this museum gave me a better idea, though.
Nothing was sugar coated. It was factual and historically accurate. Some of the pictures were not pleasant, but they were authentic. There were pictures of young men, some only teenagers, lying lifeless on a battle field, both ally and enemy. They served for love of country; for a cause. It wasn't the same as seeing soldiers lying on a battlefield in a movie. These men were real. They left loved ones, probably promising to return, but they didn't get to. Instead, they paid the ultimate price.
Others things I saw were uniforms in lighted displays, splattered with oil, and torn. There was also a hatch from the USS Arizona showing damage after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, among many, many other things.
I watched videos of people tell their personal stories of what they went through as a family. No one could possibly know the pride a mother felt when all five of her sons joined the navy to help the war effort. And, no one could possibly know her sorrow when all five were lost after their ship sunk.
All military personnel have sacrificed, and all should be proud of their service. I want to thank them all right now, but I'd like to offer a special thanks to those who served in WW2. A majority of the veterans of that war are now gone. The rest are elderly and we are losing more every day. I want them to know their efforts were not forgotten. Until I saw this wonderful museum, I only thought I knew a little bit about the war they served in. History books can only tell so much.
If you are blessed enough to see a WW2 veteran at a Fourth of July parade or Veteran's Day event, shake his hand. Let him know you have not forgotten him. We owe him and his fellow veterans our lifestyle, our freedom, and so much more. Those tears you see on his face are there because he remembers his eagerness, indeed his excitement, to serve his country. He was going, no matter where he was sent, and no one was going to stop him. That's the way it was then. He remembers exactly what he fought for, and he would do it all over again. For you. For the United States. He remembers. We should, too.
One final thought: it is hard to put into words how poignant this museum is. All I can say is if you are in the area, go. Take your camera, and maybe a few tissues. You may need them.
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Posted by Betty Castleberry at 5:44 PM