Coffee Percs

If you come a-visiting, the coffee’s always on.  If you come hunting trouble, why I reckon we can stir you up a mess of that.”
              –Louis L’Amour (We Shaped the Land With Our Guns)

Welcome, Pard, just poured the cup for yuh, as I saw yuh comin’ up.  Boy, have I got a few things to spew this mornin’ but first let’s indulge some of that tasty brew I made.
    From what I’m a-hearin’ the new high bureaucrat, Biden by name said he is ready to send unwarranted officers into yur house for yur guns.  Now, ain’t that somethin’?!  They let the idiots burn cities–Antifa, BLM–but now they want the guns of legal, law-abiding citizens.  They want to defund the police, but he wants to send the police into yur house.  I understand the atrocities of recent weeks, especially in my hometown of Boulder, but the problem is not the gun.  The problem is not even the person holdin’ the gun.  The problem is sin, but now they want to put a muzzle on those who preach against sin.  Pard, it’s just a circle of idiocies.
    I could go on longer, but I know the bile will start to churn in yur liver and soon yur gizzard will be upset and yu’ll be no good the rest of the day.  Take another deep swaller, an’ I’ll say only one more thing.  This feller has been in office two months an’ there is already more stupidity seen comin’ out of his mouth and the mouths of other bureaucrats.  
    Good thing the coffee tastes good, for what’s on the horizon is sure foggy.  Notice the price of groceries lately, and the price of gas?  Time for me to stop.  For all this jawin’ ain’t goin’ to do a bit of good.  We’re all goin’ to pay the price an’ I’m not just talkin’ ’bout money.
    We need to enter the rest of the Lord.  That is where we need to be in troublesome times.  It’s kinda like sittin’ in the saddle knowin’ yuh checked yur cinch and can rest easy in the saddle.
      Vaya con Dios.