Why have my class mates changed?

I will be getting back to Mattie and her diary shortly.

I used to be on FACE BOOK and found that many of my former class mates there as well. We had graduated from Fort Bragg High School in 1965, after which we all went our separate ways. During the past 44 years we have all changed by different events in our lives.
Keeping in mind that a Paradigm Shift happens to everyone hundreds of times each day, every time we make a choice of turning right or left. It takes us from where we may have ended up to where we eventually did end up. After walking in my shoes down this road I call my life, I look over at my former class mates who seem to be on another road and no matter how much I yell to them to get back on the correct highway they simply yell at me informing me that I am the one who took the wrong turn 20 or 30 years ago. The older we get the less we want to change our ways to match the ways of other people.
I was making my opinions be known on FACE BOOK and apparently most of my former class mates did not appreciate all the information I was providing them and words started to fly about me personally. I would say something and they would say,"Prove it and stop calling us Fascists and Marxists." So I started to flood my face book with videos and news items and such and still they said, "These are all lies prove it." I have found in my life that if a person is of the opinion that people need to be taken care of by the government, no matter what someone else says will change their mind.
There is an old saying, "You can not go back home again." Very true because the home as we remember, is there in you mind but may not be there in actuality. The way we see things today are not the same as we saw them when we were children.
Last night Ruth told me that her daughter, my step daughter, Becky, complained to her about me putting my opinions on face book and it hit me that what ever I was placing on my FACE BOOK was showing up on her FACE BOOK and her liberal friends down in Texas, would be able to see that she had some wacky old step father in Colorado. I guess it was probably pretty embarrassing for her to be associated with my anti big government views.
With all the problems we are going to encounter in the coming years, almost all will be introduced into our lives by the federal government. Non-funded mandates to states will cause financial hardships beyond what we can even imagine now. The fact that the Bush and Obama administrations have borrowed all that money from the Chinese, they will most assuredly want it be paid back with profit.
It seems like the Chinese are becoming more capitalistic at a time when the United States is becoming more and more Marxist Fascist. Is there anyway we can get back to the way we once were when people actually relied on themselves to solve their own problems.
When I was a child in the 1950's, we got our news mostly by news papers and that was once a day and now with the Internet cable television and radio news is now instant. During the Civil War it would take months for some of the war news to reach places like California and now members of the armed forces in a war zone can Email daily to loved ones. When I was a Marine in Viet Nam in 1966 I would sometimes resort to writing notes on a used C-ration box to let my mother know I was still alive, back then to make a telephone call from the war zone was unheard of. When I was in combat the only source of news we had was from the Stars and Stripes and AFR or Armed Forces Radio and it was all run by the military to fit their agenda. We knew very little of the protests in the streets or even what new rock songs were out. I often refer to 19666-1967 as my lost year because it was almost like we had been placed in a dark box for a year with no outside news. Today in Afghanistan the troops sleep between sheets and eat inside at tables and actually have somewhere to go to get out of the elements. Our wars today in Iraq and Afghanistan reminds me of cops on the beat, after their shift is over they go home to another world. But Viet Nam and Afghanistan are two different wars and even though they may say War is War, comparing these two wars is like comparing apples to basketballs.
There are two types of military veterans, those who remember what happened and are still open to talk about the most important events in their lives and those when asked about what they did in the war, will simply say, "You don't want to know about it."
Awhile back a former class mate of mine, who was a Navy Corpsman with the 3rd Marine Regiment in 1967, went back to Viet Nam on a tour of his old battle fields. I wonder if my son-in-law who is a Captain in the Air Force, will want to return to Afghanistan in another 40 years after spending the last year as an intelligence officer for the NATO forces in that war zone.