OK WHAT NOW!

12 07 2012

So many things going on all the time these days.  And most of it just makes me plumb sick.  For instance, the media has made such an issue about the NAACP booing Romney.  I was taught when I was growing up that nice people don’t BOO.  No matter what you thought of the issue or the person or whatever was going on, you were taught not to BOO!  That was simply bad manners.  So, that could have been and should have been handled in a much more civilized manner.  And the media should not be pushing the story, either.  That is also simple bad manners to promote such behavior.  No wonder our children don’t know what good manners are. 

And then there is so much going on behind your back these days.  And most people pay no attention whatsoever.  They don’t even realize their country is being taken away, a bit at a time.  Every day.

For instance, this low interest rate that has been going on and on and on.  Supposedly it is supposed to help us.  HA!  That is interesting.  And, of course those in charge know exactly what they are doing, but most of the people in the country do not.  When the interest rate is held at this low rate, it destroys capital.  Period. 

We are a capitalistic country and proud of it!  But as they hold the strings so tight on capital, the capital gradually disappears.  As example, a person has saved a dab of money for their old age, hoping to invest it in whatever will bring them a little income.  But there is no interest paid these days on any investments.  So they cannot buy Money Markets or C.D.’s or Bonds.  Because the interest return on them is not worth the risk they would have to take.  So they sit on their money and as they do this, their money gradually disappears.  Soon, it will be worth much less than it was a year ago or even two years ago.  

If a town wants to build a school, for example, they would float a bond issue and then sell those bonds and pay a fair amount of interest to the investor.  And then the investor would have a little more money to put in his bank account, maybe even enough to buy his groceries.  And the overall result for everyone would be great.  Because as the school is built, this provides jobs for lot of people.  Then they in turn can buy goods at the local stores and this helps the economy for the whole town.   And then this grows until it provides even more jobs and more money for people as spendable income.  

But those in charge these days are holding the money strings very tightly and not allowing anyone to pay any interest on any investments and so the money dries up, slowly but surely.   And do you know what that does to capitalism?  It destroys it slowly but surely and very soon, we will become a socialistic nation and won’t have anything to say about any of it.  And then people will wonder what happened to our capitalistic country.  

So now you will know what has happened to our capitalistic country.  It was because of the money handlers, those in charge of the money  that are running our country into the ground these days.  And it is being done while they moan and groan about how the recession might come back if they pay more interest.  BULL!

Also, they moan and groan some about inflation, too, and that is another ruse.  Inflation can be controlled with a few caps here and there.  So there would be no runaway inflation if they raised the rates a little.  At the current rates, everything is stopped dead still.  Our country cannot move.  It cannot grow and it cannot progress.  This is a simple fact.  And so it is dying slowly but surely, just a little bit at a time.  And nobody even knows it is going on because the ones in charge are masters of deceit.  

All this hurts the investor, of course, but it also hurts the banks and the schools and the homeowners and all our families and everyone else who has a stake in this wonderful, marvelous capitalistic country.  Pay attention!  Vote Republican in November and watch this country begin to grow again.  

VOTE  REPUBLICAN  for our country’s sake! 

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DEAR GOD: BRING THIS YOUNG MAN HOME

1 06 2012

In this past week’s Human Events magazine, the cover story if about Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl who has been a prisoner in Afghanistan for 3 years – 3 YEARS!!

The story goes on to tell that he is mostly passed over.  He was supposed to be part of a prisoner exchange at one time but that didn’t happen and he has been there in prison ever since. It would seem to me that someone, somewhere could have enough influence to get this young man out and home again where he belongs.

I know if I was his mother, I would probably have learned how to walk across that ocean or flapped my arms so that I could fly over there to get my young son and bring him home.

It is said that one person can make a big difference, so this is your chance – write an email to your Senator or your Congressman or your President or anyone else you think might make a difference in this issue.  Just one email from thousands of people could make a huge difference you know.  And then maybe Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl could  be brought home.

Dear God:  Bring this young man home.  NOW  Please!





DEAR GOD: THANK YOU FOR SO MUCH!

27 05 2012

Well, another holiday weekend about gone and am I ever glad.  I never did care too much for Memorial Day which was called Decoration Day before.  It just never was my favorite time of the year.  Everyone was so somber and sad and I didn’t care much for that part.

My father was a printer at the local newspaper and there was a printer’s plot at the very old local cemetery.  So, every year, we had to attend this somber,  long memorial service for these dead printers.  The cemetery was so old that it had broken grave markers and everything smelled musty and moldy and old.  But my father was very respectful of those who had gone before him and so we went, like it or not.  And we better not have any other plans and we better not complain either.

Usually, it was humid and uncomfortable weather and we had to get all dressed up special for this occasion. That meant Sunday School clothes all the way.  And then we sat on these very old benches that had rusty spots on them.  The whole day was just difficult to deal with.  But we were brought up to always have good manners and be respectful and kind.  So we smiled nicely and spoke to all those older people that we saw once a year.

A Preacher would make a small sermon and say a few prayers.  And then came the really special treat of  a quartet that sang several songs.  They were usually much older people who could not carry a tune in a bucket and they certainly had no harmony between them.  But they had a juice harp to sound out the note and then they would all sing, sometimes together.  We sat glued to our seats, not daring to look at each other for fear we might have to laugh or cry, never sure of which it would be.

When it was all over, we had to stand around while our parents talked to all their old friends and visited for awhile.  However, I wouldn’t mind getting to do that one more time.  Might be fun to see all those people again and sure would be nice to see my parents again.

Miss them all. And all those like them who worked so hard every day to have a better life for everyone.  And all those who taught us children all the manners and niceties of life and reminded us to be ladies and gentlemen no matter the situation.

I know this holiday is for remembering all those who have fallen in the quest to save our country.  And I respect and honor that myself.  I miss a lot of that patriotism that was so prevalent in that day and time too.  I still honor the flag every day at my home.  And I truly respect all this country has stood for all the years.  I miss the moral fiber that always held everyone together, the honor for the parents and the respect for Almighty God and the other things that made us all one big family belonging to this wonderful country.  I remember it all very well.  And I miss all that, too.  I hope we can all get back to that very soon.

Happy Memorial Day!





REMEMBER WHEN

23 01 2012

It’s been cloudy, foggy and wet all day here.  Makes me remember when I was a kid.  My father was gone to the big War and it was always cloudy, foggy and wet every day that year.  Or at least that was the way it seemed to me.  Seemed like every day was dreary.  I remember standing on the corner waiting for the city bus and being cold to the bone  And it wasn’t a whole lot different at home.  Mother tried very hard to make us all happy all the time.  But some days it was just a losing battle.  We all smiled and laughed and tried to have a good day or a good week or whatever.  But it was still hard.

We all missed Daddy a whole lot.  He was always the happy one in the family.  He sang and whistled until he just drove us all crazy.  And he could really tap dance and would do that occasionally. We missed Daddy and his smiles and his fun all the time.  But we really didn’t talk much about it.  Didn’t do any good anyway. Was still cloudy and rainy and foggy outside.

I remember a lot about those days and the challenges of the family unit.  Not only in my family but in all those around us.  Everyone was involved in that War.  It wasn’t just a War of a few people.  It involved the whole country and in fact the whole world.  Mr. Roosevelt talked on the radio and we all listened.  We read the newspaper until it had almost no print left.

If you would like to know more about the 1940’s times and what it was like then to be in the middle of that family and that War and that life, then by all means buy my book entitled In The 1940’s.  Only $10 each with postage included.  Great book. Have had lots of good comments about it.  Everyone seems to enjoy it a lot.  Can order from Amazon or from me at P.O. Box 2249, Benton, AR  72018.  Just enclose that check or money order and I’ll get your book right out to you.  You will definitely enjoy it!  You can look up my books at booksbybet.com    Thanks, Bet

By the way tomorrow would be my father’s 106th birthday!





THIS GREAT COUNTRY!

6 12 2011

Tomorrow is a very special day – Pearl Harbor Day.  We live in the most marvelous Country in the world.  The good old U.S.A. is far and above any other place on this earth.

I have traveled to lots of places over the years.  Have been to Italy and Germany and Austria and Switzerland and all the Balkland countries and Finland and Holland and Russia and all points in between.   There is nothing to compare anywhere to our wonderful Country.  When visiting Russia it was like stepping back in time to the 1920’s.  Nothing was modern.  Everything was old and used and worn out.  Even the electric wires were strung everywhere out in the open like they used to be here when I was a kid.  Their museums contain almost nothing of any value.  And people watch the visitors like a hawk to make sure no one steals anything.

We have everything we could ever want here.  And we are supposed to be free to live a good life every day in whatever manner we choose.

No matter where I ever went or what I saw, I was always so happy when I put my feet down on American soil once again. Even if I had to wait in the airport in Atlanta for hours and hours in order to make connections to get home, I was still so glad to be here again.  It is just a marvelous feeling to be a citizen of this great country.

So tomorrow, if you think of Pearl Harbor, say a prayer for  all those who gave their lives in that horrendous war and thank them once again for all they have given to you.   As is said, Freedom isn’t Free.    And it most certainly is not.  Treasure it.  Thank God for it.  We are the most blessed people in the world.





9/11 AND GOD

11 09 2011

I noticed this past week that all the news  carried the story that the New York Remembrance of 9/11 would not allow clergy to pray during the service.  I, like many others in this country, was appalled at that.  But then, there was really nothing we could do about it anyway.

And we can all say all those remarks that we have heard a million times about how this country was founded on Christian principles and how we all should pray at a time like this.  But then, like I said, we couldn’t do anything about this anyway.  But we still have our own thoughts.

But then, this morning I was watching the service in New York and I, like many others, was very impressed with the marching Scottish band, and the sound of the drum.  And then, the young choir that sang the Star Spangled Banner the way it should be sung.  That was wonderful!  And then, the unfurling of the flag that had been at the World Trade Center.  All of that was just marvelous.  I was very impressed with the whole service.  And that young man who talked about his father not being there when he graduated from high school and how he had helped his younger brother to learn all those things his father would have taught him.  That was a truly grand speech.

But then former President George  Bush stepped up to the microphone.  And he read from a letter by President Abraham Lincoln that told of a death in the Civil War and how he was writing to comfort the survivors of the lost one.  In that letter, President George Bush quoted that Abraham Lincoln PRAYED TO GOD  that the survivor would indeed be comforted.     Thank you, George Bush.  Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.  By doing this, George Bush injected GOD right where he should have been all along, right in the middle of that service honoring all the dead from the 9/11 World Trade Center Memorial.  What a marvelous thing he did for all of us since we couldn’t  do anything about it anyway.

And Thank You, Dear God, for all the things you have done for all those survivors.