After a few hours of sleep, he awoke and poured himself a cup of coffee. It was bitter, having been left on the stove far too long. He poured it all out and made another pot.” –R. O. Lane (Nash Cline)
Now, there ain’t many things that get my gizzard riled. One of them is bitter, scorched coffee or coffee that’s weaker than spit. Another is to mock and scorn the things of God and adore those things He calls an abomination, and one more, just so’s yur a-knowin’, is to leave Americans behind to face who knows what kind of atrocities. I know that we’re supposed to be honorin’ those in authority over us, but I also know that we are to be speakin’ the truth, and the truth is that we have a bunch of idiotic clowns tryin’ to make national decisions for us who haven’t got the sense of a jaybird.
How’s that for a fine howdy-do of a good mornin’? Coffee’s hot, and ready to be drinkin’. I hope I didn’t ruffle yur feathers too awful much, Pard, but there’s some things that jist need to be said! Why leavin’ thousands of Americans to face the ruthlessness of the Talyban is a crime! Those folks don’t care a hoot for life, and don’t start about me not understandin’ their culture–they’re somethings that are wrong no matter what culture you’re in. Already shot defenseless women for not puttin’ one of those hoods over their faces. My mercy, how would a person know if’n they’re happy or a smilin’?
Well, didn’t mean to go off on yuh so hard this mornin’, Pard. The idea was, when I got up, was to put the coffee on, sit a spell waitin’ for yuh to ride up, and then have ourselves a little casual upliftin’ conversation. But at least we did have a pot of coffee together. Pard, when I get to seein’ all of this wickedness I look up a-wonderin’ how long the good Lord is gonna let it go on. Men are so hateful of themselves, or should I be woke and politically correct and said all genders are so hateful of all other genders including the one that they say they is. Now, that don’t make a lick of sense to me nor should it to anyone with any common sense about them.
You be careful out there. I heerd tell that there are vaccine police, and other such varmints crawlin’ about. Why, Pard, there may even be some kind of police to make sure yuh tightened yur cinch before ridin’ out. Pray that the good Lord will bless and keep yuh safe.
Vaya con Dios.