They gobbled their food like wolves, and when they drank their coffee, the noise they made was painful to her ears.”
–John Fox, Jr. (The Trail of the Lonesome Pine)
My mercy, Pard! Take yurself a deep swaller before yuh hear this. Go on, I hear yuh slurpin’. Now swaller, I don’t want yuh to be spittin’ it out when I tell yuh that Kelloggs is puttin’ out a gay cereal. Yep, all pretty colors for the little ones to see and drool over. Then they have a pronoun lesson. My goodness gracious, what is this world comin’ to? The Lord up above lookin’ down on this foolishness surely can’t be happy.
With all this cavortin’ what comes to my mind, “As in the days of Noah,” and “as Sodom and Gomorrah went after strange flesh.” How much longer will He withhold judgment? Hmmm, take another swaller, while I ponder that for a minute. The way I’m seein’ things, I think He is already in the process of judgin’. The land has found itself in catastrophic condition since the first of the year, and I reckon it only will be gettin’ worse. Something I once heard went like this, “Ignorance can be fixed; stupidity is fatal.” Man, who thinks he is so enlightened, but in actuality is delusional thinks he has the answers, but in reality by forgettin’ God’s holy laws and values he is showin’ his outright stupidity.
Pard, good thing I have yuh around to help get these problems settled. Notice I said, settle, not solved. There is no solution only in the good Lord. Yuh stay ready, and we’ll continue to enjoy our coffee together and watch the stupidity of the world. Whenever the devil takes over not only is there evil on the land, but stupidity takes over. Morals and common sense go out the window.
I’ll give yuh credit Pard. The only stupid thing I’ve ever seen yuh do was to forget to check yur cinch. Yur Bible’s out, yur gun’s oiled and ready, but yuh have a tendency to mount without checkin’ that cinch.
Vaya con Dios.
He took down another blue enameled cup, with a little enamel chipped from the rim. He glanced at it…but the cup was spotless. He took up the pot and poured himself a cup. It was black as sin and strong enough to curl a man’s hair, but it was hot, and it tasted good.”
–Louis L’Amour (Borden Chantry)
Modern technology—bah! Come on in, Pard. Just a fumin’ a bit. No, the coffee’s fine, take a sip. It won’t curl yur hair, but it’ll get yur attention. Nah, this modern technology—those contraptions they call computers. My mercy, they can be frustratin’.
Let me tell yuh about it. I got up early, my usual habit, made the coffee as per the rule of the house—first one up makes the coffee—then settled back in my office to send out my mornin’ Echoes. First thing I noticed was that the page had changed. Things were different, but then when I went to my draft folder, well that’s when I could have had a conniption fit if I hadn’t had my coffee next to me. Nothing was in the folder. I try to keep thoughts in there ready, but, alas, it had gone off somewheres. I was told cyberspace.
It shows to go yuh, that even when a body is prepared, ready, equipped that something strange, or unusual can happen. I’m sure glad the heavenly Father ain’t like that. He won’t slip up, make us wriggle in our problems, or cause undue anxiety. He’s trustworthy, steady, and wantin’ the best for us. We can go to the Rock that has a firm foundation and never changes.
Ahhh, good this mornin’ ain’t it? Well, Pard, I then go ahold of those techy guys, IT they’re called. He worked on the issue for over an hour and his conclusion—he’d have to get a higher up guy to check it out. An hour! Sure hope than ain’t counted against me as wasted time.
The little things in life can be downright frustratin’ at times. Like bad or weak coffee, dumb computers, and not checkin’ yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.
After he made a small meal, he sat and drank coffee. The sun set behind the hills, and the early evening dusk began gathering in the little folds and creases in the land around. He listened to the evening as he finished the coffee. Nothing but birds and wind. A coyote sang its song a long ways out.”
–W. Wayne Winkle (Tess’s Trials)
I know it’s mornin’ graylight, but I was sittin’ last evenin’, thinkin’ of this grand land of ours. Let me get yuh yur coffee before I start pontificatin’. Ahhh, at least there still hot coffee to enjoy. As I was sayin’, in the dusk of the evenin’ I was wonderin’ if we are not in the twilight of this great country.
From my studies and readin’s over the years I find a trend that the Lord Almighty tends to give the people the type of government they want. He also sends times of refreshin’ and renewal and revival. Those times are to give the people a chance to consider their ways. Did this country have its last chance with President Trump? Twilight?
Now, I’m tellin’ yuh, I don’t understand the logic of folks out there, especially those who are “woke.” A person made a statement that those without a mask are a menace to society. She continued to say that those without a vaccine ought to be segregated…hmmm. Besides, unconstitutional, doesn’t her vaccine protect her from those without a mask? What’s next–a vaccine passport?
Ahhhh, good thing the coffee is soothin’ this mornin’. Then there’s that fellow from England, with supposedly a different type of blood from the rest of us. Royal blood they call it. Of course, he’s rejected that blood and has moved to America only to denounce the 1st Amendment. Seems like that is one of the reasons this country rejected royal blood. Wonder what his thoughts will be on the 2nd Amendment?
Better take another deep swig of yur coffee before I tell yuh some more. The fellow sittin’ as President said that men had to take showers with women, a judge found that to be true in a case with a school in Missouri, and Cinderella is goin’ transgender with Legos havin’ a drag queen. Twilight?
Mercy, I could go on, but that’s enough to make yur gizzard twitch. I dare not get into some of the stupid things bein’ said about Hamas and Israel. If’n I did yuh might go out and forget to check yur cinch. Sure don’t want yuh fallin’ into no twilight zone.
Vaya con Dios.
When the coffee was ready he filled a cup and drank it, black and scalding.”
–Louis L’Amour (Heller With A Gun)
“There’s a blessed time that’s coming, coming soon,” get in here Pard, and join in–“It may be evening, morning, or at noon,” Yeehaw! “The wedding of the bride, united with the groom, oh yes, we shall see the King when he comes!” My mercy Pard, it’s a-comin’ soon. It makes me want to clog in the kitchen or at least shuffle in the halfway dependin’ on how the rheumatize is affectin’ the hips. What’s that, I sound more like a wounded coyote? And I suppose yur a meadowlark.
Whatcha think? Is Iran gonna join Hamas in their attacks on Israel? Ha, ha, did yuh see where Israel used the media, American and others to trick Hamas? Already there is an outcry of “No fair.” Ha, ha. No matter what a person says, these are excitin’ times, virus or not. My I wonder what that heavenly coffee is goin’ to taste like? I heard that the modern word for manna is donuts, but I’m reckonin’ it’s more like biscuits ‘n’ gravy.
This is not the time to be fearin’, and lookin’ down at yur empty cup, more like the time to be lookin’ up. The Master said when we see things begin to happen the end is soon, be a-lookin’ in the sky for His return. Whooeee, where’s the kitchen, the ol’ feet are rarin’ to go. Come on, Pard, let’s howl together, “woe the kingdoms of this world shall so before Him fall…” No matter what is happenin’ in the world, God is in charge and has everything under control. Even if yuh forget to check yur cinch, He’ll be there when yuh fall out of the saddle.
Vaya con Dios.