Coffee Percs

Then there was a sizzle, and he exclaimed, ‘Hot!’ as he reached to move the coffee that was now boiling over. Other than that it was a quiet morning as we drank our coffee and ate.”

                    –D.C. Adkisson  (Mal de Ojo)
 
Mornin’ Pard from out here in Maryland.  Really nice mornin’s we’ve been havin’.  Nice and cool–liveable.  I’ve been makin’ the coffee and it’s soothin’ to the gizzard if not the soul.  I had my yearly breakfast yesterday at the Amish Market and let me tell yuh, it was mighty tasty.  Then we went out to a farm and picked apples and purchased a bunch of fresh from the  truck.  Just one of the stereotypical autumn days.
       Pard, just when yuh think folks couldn’t be more ridiculous something happens t’ fool yuh.  The media can’t stop with foolishness, and more often than not will make out-and-out lies about something.  Yuh saw that “it was worse than slavery,” according to Mad Maxine what those Border Agents were doin’ to illegal immigrants.  My mercy, the media said they were usin’ whips on the unlawful people enterin’ the country.  The photographer even said that the reins of the horses were not bein’ used as whips.  Believe the truth?  Nah, stir up a hornet’s nest is more to their likin’.  Now the agents can’t even ride horses as that’s no way to treat an illegal.  As my ol’ Grandma used to say, “Lord, help us through the jungles.”
       A fellow by the name of Forrest Bryant Johnson once said, “Everyday the wilderness shared some new experience.”  We have to remember that this ol’ world is a wilderness through which we must travel to get to the Promised Land; that land of glory we call Heaven.  All kinds of things happen, some bizarre, some devastatin;, some downright evil, and the enemy seeks to thwart our journey either to stop it, or at least hinder it.  Pard, we need to face up to the fact and sit tall in the saddle as we travel.  The Lord goes with us!
       Say, Pard as you check yur cinch, I want to tell yuh that a new book is on the market at Amazon.  It’s a story of vengeance and action, and of healin’ and love.  Grab a copy for your fall readin’.  The title is “Twisted Tree.”
          Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

Many a time I’ve lived for days on nothin’ but coffee and dust. It’s a test of your manhood.”

                         –Elmer Kelton
 
Mornin’ Pard, come on in.  Sorry I didn’t wait for yuh this mornin’ but I surely wanted a cup of coffee.  Don’t be frettin’ none, I made a whole pot and if’n that one goes dry I can always make another.  Wanted that early coffee Pard, so that was the first thing on my mind.  There’s several things stirrin’ ’round up there.
       Of course today is a solemn day, or at least it should be.  This country’s in trouble and that’s a fact.  In trouble in more ways than one.  My mercy, what has happened.  Today is Patriot Day–the day we remember that deadly attack on the Twin Towers.  The day that Isalmic jihadists took aim at innocent civilians.  Some of the things they are sayin’ out there today is just downright shameful and really don’t make any sense.  The “woke” crowd, and that bunch of snowflakes and twinkies say that 9/11 education should “avoid blame”.  There should be no name callin’, no attachin’ blame to any group of people.  They want a “live and let live” philosophy, but Pard, the other side don’t agree with that.  The “wokes” say that all the gruesome details of the event should be hidden.  In fact, the best way to discuss what happened on 9/11 is not to discuss it at all.  Pard, almost makes me want to cry at their foolishness.  With what has just happened and is happenin’ in Afghanistan how can/did we become so complacent?
       Another thing that just jerks my jaws was what the President said the other day in a speech.  He said, “We’re going to protect vaccinated workers from unvaccinated co-workers.”  Now, Pard, I ain’t no genius, but look at that statement.  If a person is vaccinated, and if the vaccination is supposed to work why in the world do they need to be protected from the unvaccinated?  Now, that one’s got me scratchin’ my head.  Yuh seein’ why I needed to be drinkin’ my coffee before yuh showed up.  Foolishness abounds; stupidity is held high on a pedestal–of course, them folks that are doin’ it don’t have a clue, or, hmmm, it’s part of a diabolical agenda.
       Take a deep swallow, for I’ve got another one for yuh.  I saw that some wise-guy professor,  (I don’t really know what it is that he professes) said that apple pie is racist.  Now, that one kinda dumb-struck me.  It was all about something from the Columbian Exchange, the whiteness of the crust, and the slave labor producin’ the sugar.  My how some folk get hung up on what took place a couple hundred years ago.  Shows their purposeful ignorance, which is stupidity, because there is more slavery today than ever before in history.
       Pard, we just keep goin’ on.  Coffee to soothe the gizzard, then we move forward.  Saddle up and head out to do the work of the day for that’s what the Lord expects of us.  We leave things, and that means our lives in His hands.  We get the job done, and Pard, that means yuh have to check yur cinch.
        Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

He had to hunt some time for a coffepot small enough to carry, but he found a battered one without a top that had seen hard service.”

                         –Luke Short  (Ride the Man Down)
 
Howdy there, Pard.  I’ve got the coffee brewing–gonna brew it up strong, yuh know?  Go ahead and sit yurself down first, sometimes life makes one feel like that battered up ol’ coffeepot.  Beat up, grungy, dented, but yuh know what?  Still able to brew a strong pot; still able to hold liquid; still able to satisfy.  The ol’ apostle, Paul, speaks of bad vessels and vessels of honor.  Well, at times, I’m hopin’ (and feelin’) that I’m an ol’ coffeepot ready to cheer a soul’s gizzard.
       This ol’ demonic virus is wearin’ on folks.  Whether it’s a freak of nature or from the labs of China, it had its beginnin’ in the pit.  The devil wishes to use it to destroy, to maim, to divide, to confuse and he’s sittin’ ’round with glee.  He’s tryin’ to bring disunity to the church and within the body of believers.  He’s dancin’ for joy when he sees another one succumb to this destructive virus.  
       Is this thing tryin’ to get yuh down?  Go to the Lord.  Is it causin’ weariness to the body, mind, and soul?  Go to Jesus.  Is it causing yuh to be perplexed over it and yuh keepin’ askin’ “why, why, why”?  Go to the Lord.  Don’t understand?  That’s all right, the Lord has the keys to the grave; He defeated death.
       Drink it up, Pard.  There’s some still in the pot.  Go ahead, take the last drop, I can always brew up another pot.  Don’t be a-frettin’ yurself so much ’cause that feller Fauci says there is now a “mu” variant of the virus.   The chorus of an ol’ song comes to mind written by W. B. Stevens.
 
               “Farther along we’ll know all about it,
                Farther along we’ll understand why;
               Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine,
               We’ll understand it all by and by.”
 
Do the best yuh can to be livin’ in the sunshine even if there is darkness and despair around.  An’ if’n it gets too bad, tighten yur cinch and head to the cleft in the Rock of Ages.
            Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down in the store-bought chair to read for a few minutes. His morning habit was to read the Bible first, pray, and then read a shorter dime novel.”

                    –L. C. Matthews (The Promise)
 
Fear, terror, war and rumors of war, pestilence, the virus, heat, drought, anger and hate, evil spirits and false teachers–my Pard, ain’t it delightful?  I mean, the comin’ of the Lord has to happen soon.  Common sense has left us and the voice has become the postmodern “whatever” now abounds.  But let me get to some downright simple and hopeful–here’s a cup of hot, black, strong coffee.  Ahhhh, it’ll tickle the tonsils as it slides down the gullet.  What? Yuh don’t have any tonsils?  Well, sorry, Pard, yuh just have for wait for it to it yur stomach fer it to energize yur gizzard.
       Pard, I found out why yuh lost yur step.  That tired feelin’ that comes over yuh, I have the answer.  It’s not old age, no siree.  It’s not even what ails yuh physically.  We’ve been misclued all along.  Some high falutin’ smart pyschologist says that “‘whiteness’ drains people’s ‘psychic energy.'”  I never realized before that because I was born “white” that my psychic energy was at stake.  No wonder I could only work all day, then go out and play a nightime double-header.  Anything more would have been too much.
       This ol’ world must be the proverbial nutcake.  But yuh would think with all the “woke”, more enlightened people out there common sense might be seen.  Shore does make me wonder about them, and the scariest part is that the schools are producin’ more and more of them.  I reckon they’re blind, because there’s a pit and they’re headin’ right toward it.  Ol’ Paul done told us that, “professin’ to be wise, they became fools.”  But I don’t relish the thought that we have fools in the place of leadership.  No wonder the snowflakes melt in the times of crisis.
       Yep, those youngsters cayn’t even handle real coffee.  Set a mug of that coffee yur drinkin’ this mornin’ in from of them and right off they’d frown at the type of cup.  They’d want somethin’ more dainty or what they’re used to, plastic or paper.  Then it’d be too hot, too strong, and on they would go.  Life is sorta the same way for them:  too hot, too strong, not pleasant enough.
       Pard, yuh just ride tall in the saddle.  Be watchful of the obstacles along the side of the trail, and the varmints that may be hidin’ in them.  Watch the skies for the Lord’s return, and don’t forget when yuh have to mount up and get somewhere not to forget to check yur cinch.
       Vaya con Dios.