Do you believe in Fairy Tales?


old_typewriter_MODIFIED How many times when growing up were you subjected to the nursery rhyme/fairy tale as an effort by an adult to teach a lesson. These stories, as cute as they may be, are just another tool used by adults to ‘control’ kids. Children beware! Are we really so dumb as to believe that a big bad Wolf, in pursuit of a nice pork dinner would try to huff and puff and blow down a house? Even a straw house would be a futile undertaking by even the biggest blowhard in the community.

And come on, a young girl walking through the woods, alone, wearing a red cape carrying a picnic basket, is just a little on the fantasy side to begin with, not to mention, just asking for trouble. Oh. the violence contained in this story. It deserves an “R” rating, Poor old grandma, kidnapped, tied up and put in a closet is not the type of scenario to present to a child. This horrific scene could cause problems for years to come. Really now, how naïve could a young lady be to carry on a conversation with a disguised wolf lying in her grandmother’s bed, and not notice that grandma needed a shave. The horror that takes place when the wolf is assaulted by a woodcutter and is mutilated by having his tail chopped off.

Then we have the three bears. Momma bear, Poppa bear, and Baby bear, who actually live in a house out in the forest somewhere. Fanny Mae and Freddy Mac are pushing the envelope a little on this one. Then here is this crazy chick wandering out through the woods again, all alone, who sees a house, and decides to break-in and eat their food then take a nap in one of the bear’s beds. What a great example for an impressionable kid. It’s not yours, but if you want it or need it, take it anyway.

Of course the account of the good for nothing kid who was told by his mom to take a cow and sell it at the market to get money for food. This little idiot by the name of Jack, instead swaps the cow for three ‘magic’ beans. Can we say “rip-off”? Can we say, “con-man?” Gee mom, did you not realize Jack was a little on the ‘slow’ side? What could be magic about a bean anyway? Then the little twerp plants the beans and grows a giant bean plant. Come on…give me a break. I sense a little exaggeration here. Gee, what is this kid smoking, rabbit tobacco? He tells everyone he climbed the beanstalk. Lo and behold, people believe him. He comes up with this hairbrained story about a giant, and a goose that laid golden eggs. This is really getting deep now. Mom, did you not teach this kid anything? He steals the guy’s goose and the giant is perceived to be the bad guy. He just wants his goose back. I am starting to see a pattern here.

There’s also the wild tale about a cat playing a fiddle and a cow jumping over the moon, and a dog laughing at them. The dog was laughing because they were so stupid. And a “dish runs away with a spoon”, is this some kind of code or something? It makes no sense at all.

We see a crazy chicken running around screaming, “the sky is falling”, and a really stupid chick sitting on a ‘tuffet’, (what the heck is a tuffet?), eating curds and whey. For those who did not grow up on a farm, ‘curds and whey’ is buttermilk So she sees a spider, it scares her and she runs away leaving her buttermilk.

. We cannot forget about Mary. You know, she’s the girl who had the lamb, with fleece as white as snow. Yeah, right. The lamb followed her to school one day. Oh, give me a break..the lamb followed her? She probably took it to school to try to impress somebody.

We begin our lives being lied to, told outrageously exaggerated untrue stories, encouraged to believe animals can talk and think like humans, and to cheat and steal.

Why do we wonder about dysfunction of the family? Hmmm….This will require some deep thought

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Posted by on September 18, 2014 in Uncategorized


A Bright Yellow Bottle of French’s Mustard

old_typewriter_MODIFIEDFor the past few weeks, I have been experiencing leg cramps and pains and having a lot of trouble sleeping. I am sure many of my readers have experienced similar or the same problems. I have had a lot of suggestions to ease my problem. “eat bananas” someone said. I ended up looking like Coco the monkey sitting in my recliner with banana peels luck. “Drink orange juice” another said, also to no avail. I went to the druggist and got potassium supplements, Magnesium supplements, and still suffer with leg cramps and pains.
Out of the blue my wife, Nancy, said she read somewhere, to eat one teaspoon of French’s Mustard. I thought . “yeah, right” what good will that do. After having slept about two hours Friday night and my legs cramping and hurting all day Saturday, that evening I opened the refrigerator and there in the door I saw a bright yellow squeeze bottle of French’s Mustard. I grabbed a teaspoon and out of desperation squeezed out a small amount of mustard. Then a little more. Then finally a whole teaspoon. Now, don’t get me wrong. I like mustard on sandwiches and hotdogs and in salads, but mustard with just mustard is not very appetizing.
I reached into the cabinet and getting a glass poured about half a glass of soda. I quickly shoved the mustard into my mouth and even licked the spoon. I drank down the soda, gagging and wretching the entire time. I returned to my recliner laid back and continued to watch the Atlanta Braves and felt the slight burn of a full teaspoon of mustard as it hit my stomach. My legs were still cramping and hurting.
After about an hour, I suddenly noticed my legs were feeling better. The Game was over, so I went to bed. I went right off to sleep. The next morning I got out of bed and went to prepare a cup of coffee; Opening the refrigerator and saw that bright yellow squeeze bottle. I reached for the bottle and began to stroke it carefully. “Mon Ami”, my friend, my French’s mustard, My cure! I became very attached to that bright yellow bottle.
Last evening, my wife and daughter were sitting at the dining room table, and I began to experiencing some crampjng and pain in my legs. I made my way to the refrigerator and upon opening the door I looked in the usual place but there was no bright yellow squeeze bottle. Almost in a panic I said loudly, “ where is the bright yellow French’s mustard squeeze bottle?”
“Oh, one of the kids came by and they were cooking hotdogs at the church. They needed some mustard, so I gave it to them.” My wife replied.
“NOOO!” I screamed. “NO, that’s my mustard!”
My wife and daughter looked at me wide-eyed with a terrible look of fear.
“ That’s my mustard! I need my mustard.” I said loudly.
My wife sheepishly stood from her chair and reached into the cupboard and pulled out a new bright yellow squeeze bottle of French’s mustard, still sealed from the factory. I quickly grabbed the bottle and held it close and carressed it. After getting my teaspoon of mustard from the bottle, I carefully placed it in the refrigerator and surrounded it with other items to keep it hidden from view.
Now everyone knows you don’t touch Pawpaw’s bright yellow squeeze bottle of French’s mustard for fear of your life!

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Posted by on August 31, 2014 in Life Stories


Obama…..Once a muslim?

old_typewriter_MODIFIEDAnd now, ignoring all political correctness, and expressing my true feelings and opinions, I begin the new path of “Random Musings of an Old Man.”
2008, pre-election, I began to express my serious reservations about the candidacy of Barrack Obama and his qualifications to be President of the United States. I pointed out on my Facebook page, (at the time I did not have a blog), my opinions of his inexperience, and lack of knowledge of world problems and American foreign policy. I was concerned of his lack of knowledge of the financial working of our vast system. To be honest, his statement of the desire to “fundamentally change America” just flat out scared me, and I spoke out vociferously against his candidacy and subsequent election.
I was ostracized and called many names, which I will not repeat on this blog. I was blocked by some on Facebook and ‘unfriended’ by others, but those who know me, are well aware of my opinionated attitude and my ‘I don’t care what you think of me’ attitude.
Six and one half years later, I am proven to be accurate in virtually all of my opinions and assessments of the Obama presidency. America is on the brink of a total collapse financially. America is no longer a world leader and no longer the super-power that the world fears. Russian leader, Vladimir Putin is now the leader the world views as the strong man and Obama is the whiny little mamma’s boy who cowers and shakes in his boots when Putin says “boo”. America’s leader is the laughing stock of the world. Obama is the first American leader to turn his back on our good friend and ally, Israel. America was founded on Christian principles and the foundation that God is our father. Obama claims he is a Christian, and a former muslim, but clearly states in one of his books, “once a muslim, always a muslim” and declares that the sound of muslim prayers emanating from a minaret is “the most beautiful sound” he has ever heard. America has a muslim President, like it or not. Now, if you haven’t already, go back and read my previous blog….A good muslim…Is there such a thing?
I will answer the question. NO! Any human being, male, female, young or old who believes the Koran, which is diametrically opposed to the word of the one, true, living God, is destined for a burning hell. Disagree if you wish. I do not condemn these infidels, they condemn themselves.

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Posted by on August 26, 2014 in Uncategorized



A GOOD MUSLIM? IS THERE SUCH A PERSON?. (original author unknown)

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Posted by on August 25, 2014 in Uncategorized




Can a good Muslim be a good American?  

Theologically – NO. Because his allegiance is to Allah, The moon god of Arabia.
Religiously – NO. Because no other religion is accepted by His Allah except Islam. (Quran,2:256)(Koran)
Scripturally – NO. Because his allegiance is to the five Pillars of Islam and the Quran.
Geographically – NO. Because his allegiance is to Mecca , to which he turns in prayer five times a day.
Socially – NO. Because his allegiance to Islam forbids him to make friends with Christians or Jews.
Politically – NO. Because he must submit to the mullahs (spiritual leaders), who teach annihilation of Israel and destruction of America, the great Satan.
Domestically – NO. Because he is instructed to marry four Women and beat and scourge his wife when she disobeys him. (Quran 4:34 )
Intellectually – NO. Because he cannot accept Fly the American Flag Constitution since it is based on Biblical principles and he believes the Bible to be corrupt.
Philosophically – NO. Because Islam, Muhammad, and the Quran does not allow freedom of religion and expression.
DEMOCRACY AND ISLAM CANNOT CO-EXIST. Every Muslim government is either dictatorial or autocratic.
Spiritually – NO. Because when we declare ‘one nation under God,’ The Christian’s God is loving and kind, while Allah is NEVER referred to as Heavenly father, nor is he ever called love in the Quran’s 99 excellent names.

Therefore, after much study and deliberation… Perhaps we should be very suspicious of ALL MUSLIMS in this country. They obviously cannot be both ‘good’ Muslims and ‘good’ Americans. Call it what you wish it’s still the truth. You had better believe it. The more who understand this, the better it will be for our country and our future.

The religious war is bigger than we know or understand!

Footnote: The Muslims have said they will destroy us from within.


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Posted by on August 25, 2014 in Uncategorized


High Cotton Now available on audio.

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NOW AVAILABLE AT AUDIO BOOKS! I am thrilled to announce that “HIGH COTTON” is now available as an audio book. within the next couple of days it will also be available on Amazon and ITunes audio book selections.

Rivetting tale of a twelve year old boy kidnapped and sold to Dutch slave traders and his strength, and determination to be free.” Kidnapped from his home, along with his brother, sold into slavery, Manni was determined to not only survive, but to overcome the torture and atrocities heaped upon him and his people by the ruthless Yoruba Warriors, then the Dutch slave traders. Somehow, in some way Manni touched the heartstrings of a rough, tough, barbaric ship’s captain. But then, he was given over to the humiliation of the slave auction, purchased by a Plantation owner, where he spent the next eight years in servitude to his master. Civil war, southern defeat, emancipation, and he suddenly found himself to be free. He left the plantation and returned to the only other life he knew, the sailing ship, the Albatross. Manni, whose name had been changed to Scooter while on the plantation, remained with the ship moving cargo from the carribean to the east coast of America. Scooter experiences many life changing events. the death of the Captain, being conned by a carpetbagger, and ending up a beggar and street performer in St. Louis, but through adversity becomes a well respected business owner.

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Posted by on July 29, 2014 in Uncategorized


Free on Kindle

FREE on Kindle 7/15 thru 7/19 “THE R.O.B.I.N”
The R.O.B.I.N, acronym for remotely operated broadband intelligent network device. The R.O.B.I.N. is the most sophisticated audio and visual intelligence gathering device ever created combined with assassination capability never before known. A “nano” drone the size of a common housefly, the R.O.B.I.N is stolen by terrorist and the lot falls to Agent Chris Lee of the National Security Intelligence Services to find the terrorist and save the United States and the world.

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Posted by on July 13, 2014 in Uncategorized

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