Coffee Percs

He finished the cup of coffee. He scowled with each sip he took, but he finished it.”

                    –Patrick Lindsay  (Opening the Frontier:  Spencer and Son)
 
Now don’t yuh dare be a-scowlin’ at me!  That’s some of the finest New Guinea coffee roasted right here in Coldspring by the Spring Ridge Roasters.  Whoopee, that’s fine coffee, so don’t let me be seein’ a scowl nor a frown, nor even a grim look.  I want to see the smile of satisfaction on your face that goes all the way down to yur gizzard.
       Speakin’ of gizzards, I read somethin’ the other day that sure caused mine to tremble and shake.  Pard, this is the United States, founded on Godly principles, but this nation is in a sorry fix.  I won’t even go into what’s bein’ said on the floor of the House, nor do I want to be talkin’ politics for it’ll sure not only rile the gizzard, but the liver and stomach as well.  But this is beyond politics.  
       It seems that there is a bill on the floor of the Nebraska legislature that would ban minors from attending drag performances.  No, not drag races as in vehicles, but those idiots who dress up as other sexes, yuh know those with their minds all messed up like Billy-Bob says he’s Sally-Jane.  Well, let me get on, there has now been a bill to counter that.  This one would ban children from attending church youth groups or vacation Bible schools.  Now, this is not me, this was reported by Fox News.  Politics is one thing, but morality is somethin’ totally different.  In fact, the politics of the land should be moral, based on Biblical principles.
       Now if’n that don’t rile yuh, well, yuh’ve got a loose cog somewhere in yur noggin’.  If’n it does, well yuh better take a deep draught of that there coffee I brewed up for yuh this mornin’.  Pard, I’m tellin’ yuh it keeps on gettin’ worser an’ worser.  More and more foolishness–fact is, it’s beyond foolishness.  I’m sure glad my ol’ Grandma along with some others aren’t livin’ today; why, it’d mortify their very soul to see what’s a-goin’ on.
       I remember the days when I wanted to head up to the High Lonesome, but my land, those days were a piece of cake compared to what’s goin’ on now.  Boy howdy, do we need to be prayin’ for our grandkids.  They have to see this stuff on a daily basis, and have to hold the standard of God’s Word as they face it.  It’s bad enough that yuh don’t check yur cinch, but now yuh have to watch out for the idiots and imbeciles floatin’ ’round out there just waitin’ to get yuh.  
       Take that last swaller and git on down the road.
                     Vaya con Dios