I smell the hot coffee;
It floats on the wind.”
–Red Steagall
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard. Git yurself in this kitchen, but mind yur spurs; yuh don’t want to be tearin’ up the missus’ floor. I kept the coffee ready for yuh.
Shore has been a crazy, idiotic week. I never have much good to say ’bout bureaucrats, and this week shore does show why! My mercy…and let’s leave it at that.
Drink down that coffee; be careful yuh don’t want to burn all the hair off yur tongue especially with all the Christmas goodies layin’ around. I was a-listenin’ the other day to one of the good guys, Curly Musgrave (he’s gone on to be with the Lord) sing his song, “Can’t get enough of them Christmas cookies…”
Makes me wish we had a dozen or so and allow our coffee to wash them down. It’d make the gizzard smile for shore. I’ve been doin’ some ponderin’ about the times–the times in which we live. Why, I read the other day, and I reckon it’s true since it was on the internet. The headline read: “Iowa man sentenced to 16 years”. It seems he confiscated a gay-pride flag and burned it. It was regarded as a hate crime. My mercy, a person burns Old Glory and they are honored for showin’ free speech. Shouldn’t that be considered a hate crime?
Yep, the world sure is turned upside-down. It’s time we begin prayin’ more and lookin’ up. On our lips should be the last prayer mentioned in the Bible. “Even so, come, Lord Jesus!”
You be havin’ a good week, be on the watch for the next thing yuh know those bureaucrats will be tryin’ to convince yuh that yuh needn’t tighten yur cinch.