He saw the coffee pot still on the stove, grabbed a cup from the table and poured some steaming coffee into the tin cup, and started drinking, unmindful of the hot liquid.”
–B. N. Rundell (The Road to Redemption)
Come in this kitchen, Pard. Things are a-doin’. Coffee’s plenty hot and strong enough to give yur innards a kick start. Ha, sure do need that some these days; sometimes the old starter is startin’ harder. Reminds me an ol’ 1952 Ford pickup I drove while workin’ landscapin’. Yuh had to park it on a hill to get it started. Let it roll some, then pop the clutch. Shore was a cold thing, but it ran fine once it was started. Guess that’s like I am. Let my big toe touch the floor an’ I’m up, but ’til then…
Ahhh, yep, tastes mighty good, an’ makes the ol’ gizzard smile. Pard, have yuh ever wondered where some of these people come from, especially those liberal nuts. Just like cockroaches that seem to crawl out of the woodwork. There’s one runnin’ for Congress who said that if a Republican bullied her she’d slit their throat. Mercy…don’t think there will be much talk ‘cross the aisles with her. ‘Course their ain’t much now either. Delusional–yep for shore an’ that tells yuh who they belong to. An’ speaking of the father of lies, did yuh see that the photo of the Boston no king rally was rigged. It was a photo, I think from 2017. Lies, lies, and guess what, after the Lord returns these same folk will follow the man of lawlessness and his lies.
See, that’s why they’ll sellin’ cinos and other such things an’ callin’ it coffee. Lies, delusion, just a simple subtle thing to get yuh to believin’ somethin’ that ain’t so. Pard, an’ ol’ poke from the Cowboy Site wrote some words that we need to be hangin’ on to. Let me be passin’ them on to yuh. He said that “bad folks ride every trail–some wear a grin while they twist the knife.” See, Pard, I’m not the only one a-tellin’ yuh to ride wary an’ keep yur gun near. This puncher goes on to say, “Yuh can’t change their ways or reason ’em right. All yuh can do is keep yur boots clean and yur word solid. The only cure for evil is refusin’ to join it.” That tellin’ how the cow eats the cabbage!
Yuh ever watch some of those folks bein’ interviewed? My mercy…they haven’t a clue of what their doin’; it’s a wonder they can put their shoes on in the mornin’. But then, that’s the crowd that ol’ slewfoot has in his back pocket–confused, angry, bitter folk full of hatred. Our job is doin’ the right thing, helpin’ out in the place where we find ourselves, and bein’ the person the good Lord wants us to be no matter what trail we find ourselves a-travelin’. Don’t be joinin’ that evil crowd! Stay true to the Word an’ be standin’ firm, and if ridin’, sit tall in the saddle. Keep the joy of the Lord, an’ be checkin’ yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.