Now here I was, sitting at a linen covered table sipping coffee out of a fine china cup, one that I couldn’t even get my finger through the hole in the handle.”
–D.C. Adkisson (Winter of the Wolves)
Hasten yurself in here, and plop yurself down. Coffee’s in the pot and I’m gettin’ ready to pour it. Pard, I’ve been scratchin’ my head all week wonderin’. I still can’t figure it out, so maybe yuh can help me. Can yuh tell me how a rock, a boulder, can be racist? I saw and read where there was a small boulder on a college campus in Wisconsin and that student activist groups said it was racist.
Oh, sorry, here’s yur coffee. Watch that first sip for it’s hot! A racist rock? Just when yuh think yu’ve heard it all, now this. It’s a wonder that those Yoda fans and rock-huggers are upset. I mean, isn’t the force in the rock? Enlightened? Woke? No, more like idiotic, moronic stooges.
Makes me more and more glad that I lean on the “Solid Rock” the “Rock of Ages.” Yuh know, I’m concerned that this is not the last of the stupidity out there. Yuh start lettin’ these kooks get their way, well, there’s no stoppin’ them.
Ahhh, coffee’s good. Makes us some from the foolishness of men. Hey, I also heard that there’s more to the bug out there that’s puttin’ some much fear into everyone. Yuh know there was the virus, then the Delta strain, and I’ve heard now that there’s a Lamda strain, whatever that is. Wonder if they’ll have to come up with more new vaccines. Someone is sure makin’ the money somewhere.
Stay at ease, Pard, and be a-leanin’ against the true Rock. Say, and don’t be leavin’ here without checkin’ yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.