The next morning, after I forced myself out of blankets, I rebuilt the fire and started coffee with water from my canteen. By the time the coffee water was boiling, I was feeling much better.”
Slide on in here pard and sit yourself down. I’ve got to be a hustlin’ but I have time for our Saturday come-together. Coffee’s hot and strong, and you’ll need it. Let me tell you somethin’ and you’ll see that folk, with a question-mark, have gone plumb crazy.
I went out for a bite to eat last weekend and low and behold here comes a nice looking family exceptin’ the daughter had ears on and was wearin’ a tail. Not much else though. I mentioned it to the kids and they said she was probably a “furry.” Then, wouldn’t yuh know it, I saw an article about a new ordinance a city passed that said “furries could use the city park to defecate and breed in.”
Now if that doesn’t get yur gizzard frazzled let me show you what else I found. I wanted to get it right so I copied it. “Welcome to the world of “furries”: the thousands of Americans who’ve gotten in touch with their inner raccoon, or wolf, or fox. Judging from the Midwest FurFest, this is no hobby. It’s sex; it’s religion; it’s a whole new way of life.” I read the article–ridiculous, yet there must be plenty of folk (again question-mark) out there thinkin’ that way.
Shore do hope none come my way. I keep my 20-gauge for varmints and don’t want no coyote showin’ up sniffin’ around my petunias. Takes me back to that first chapter of Romans, “For they exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator…. For this reason God gave them over to degrading passions….” People out there think they’re just strange, but absolutely cute. Disgusting, makes me want to give what’s in my innards a discharge.
Just when you think you’ve seen it all the devil throws more confusion into the human race. I’m a-thinkin’ that we need to be prayin’ that last prayer in the Bible over and over, “Even so, Lord Jesus, come.” Sorry, not very uplifting this Saturday mornin’, but I just had to rant over it some. You take care pard, maybe next Saturday I’ll have some soothin’ words to say over our coffee.
Watch where you’re a-travelin’–all kinds of crazies out there! Makes you see the importance of always checking your cinch before mountin’. Vaya con Dios!