Coffee Percs

He sat at the table watching the women work around the kitchen as the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes filled the room.  The coffee was black and strong, just the way he liked it.”
            –J.S. Stroud (The Old Rider)


Har, har, har, I just have to laugh, Pard, it’s so sad.  We sure are livin’ in what is becomin’ an age of stupidity.  Here, pour us a cup of coffee while I continue.  That grand city of Berkeley that sits in California, of course, has made some mighty powerful changes (ha) to the city codes.  All gender preferences must be removed.  Required, done deal, overwith and done.  No longer are there salesmen in the city.  Those little covers on the streets are now maintenance holes.  No longer are there brothers and sisters, but only siblings.  How much human effort will it take to get the job done, or how much workforce?  There is now nothing “man-made,” but it is all artificial, manufactured, machine made, or synthetic.  Whoa, wait a minute, they messed up–man u factured.  Pard, there are so many moronic changes all in the name of political correctness and sensitivity.
    Pour me another cup will ya Pard?  This is all startin’ to rile up the gizzard.  Are we becomin’ more and more insane?  I mean, accordin’ to these folks they are more enlightened than the rest of us.  Of course, few of them read the Bible, but it is clearly stated, “God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.” (Genesis 1:27, NASB) Pard, maybe we should take these folk out on a roundup, and show them how steers are made.
    One other note that I just have to throw in here.  If you go on the campus of Colorado State University, don’t refer to yourself or another person as an “American.”  Yep, from what I read, that just might seem threatening to them, and hurt their little, sensitive psyches.  
    Listen, if yuh haven’t tightened yur spiritual cinch, yuh better do so now.  There might be some rough travelin’ ahead.  With that bein’ said, don’t you dare mount up without checkin’ yur cinch.  Keep yur Bible handy and yur gun oiled.