He put a coffee kettle near the flames and waited for it to boil. He enjoyed the smell of campfire smoke, and of the coffee coming to life in the kettle.”
–Brad Denison (Wandering Man)
Mornin’, Pard, come on in. Say, what happened to yur head? Tsk, tsk, I told yuh to be checkin’ yur cinch. What’s that? Yur hoss is racist? Where in the world did yuh come up with that notion? It’s an appaloosa, ha, I guess it’s mixed, and to go a step further it’s a geldin’ so it’s gender neutral.
Who told yuh that yur hoss was racist? Oh, anythin’ that goes wrong is the excuse to give. My mercy, has this world gone crazy or what? I get yuh Pard, and if yuh don’t like somethin’ yuh just whimper, “I’m offended” and it will be all right. Well, maybe it’s time for some to get offended with the offended and tan their hides. What’s that? Oh, it’s not woke to spank, someone; their self-esteem might get hurt. I tell yuh what, somethin’ need to be hurtin’.
I seem to recall or read somewhere last week, “Do not negotiate with crazy.” Pard, there’s more to it than that; yuh can’t negotiate with crazy! Someone told me that a fool was someone who makes silly or stupid mistakes. They’re just plain goofy. Oh, my, I shouldn’t have said that, next thing yuh know they’ll remove Goofy along with the others. Ha, it’s kinda funny in a way–the looney tunes upset the looney tunes.
Fools despise wisdom and instruction, and add to that they hate knowledge. Confront a fool with knowledge and he’ll hiss at you, or spit in yur face, or cry like a baby that they’re offended. Say did yuh know that a “fool” is talked about 78 times in the book of Proverbs (NKJV) and 83 times (NASB). What’s really sad, it’s those bureaucratic fools that’s makin’ a wreck of this country.
Whew, let me ease up, drink some coffee. Don’t mean to get riled, Pard, but sometimes, well, just sometimes. Not goin’ to let a bunch of fools make me disgruntled. Yuh, haven’t been ’round durin’ the week, but do yuh know I sometimes have to make three pots or more of coffee. Not that I mind, but I shore am kept busy keepin’ the pot goin’. At least I can sit back and talk with folk that know how the cow eats the cabbage, an’ not a bunch of fools.
Yuh best be careful who yuh listen to. Don’t get caught up in all the clabber of fools. And for goodness sake, don’t be blamin’ yur hoss when yuh forget to check yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.