For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round
At once they gratify their scent and taste
And frequent cups prolong the rich repast
Coffee (which makes the politician wise
And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).”
I found this poem and thought I’d use it today just to show yuh how cultured I am. Pard, take notice, as yuh may never see the like again. Wish some of those bureaucrats, those politicians would start drinking more coffee. If’n they would lay off the booze, drink some hot strong coffee, and get back in God’s Word things would get better. To look at some of them a person would think that their eyes are glazed over for most for they don’t have a lick of sense.
We should normally leave fools to their folly, but the trouble with them bureaucrats is that their folly affects us all. If foolishness abounds in a youngster yuh take them behind the woodshed and knock it out of them. Ha, problems there already. Very few woodsheds around and yuh might get charged with brutality or some other vice. But an adult, how do yuh drive foolishness out of them? Most of them are so blind that they don’t even see their own deception, they are self-deceivers as well as deceivers of others.
Enough of that. Shouldn’t dwell upon the fools, but sometimes it just grips my gizzard. Back to our coffee and calm thoughts. I’m still tryin’ to get my new email settled. I’ve had a few sent back to me say they were blocked. Yuh need to be takin’ care of that. Look in the junk folder–that ain’t no place for a Perc nohow.
Ah, coffee’s good this mornin’. Yuh better enjoy it for it’s the last for a spell. No, I’m not goin’ to quit drinkin’, but I’m goin’ to be off-line for a few weeks. Get yur fill this mornin’ for it’ll be sometime in July before I’ll be brewin’ yuh up another pot.
Now, I don’t want to be a-hearin’ when I get back that yuh done forgot to check yur cinch. I shouldn’t have to be doin’ that all the time. Hmmm, maybe yuh need a trip to that shed.
Vaya con Dios.