Warm coffee is very good for cold bones. We have had a long, icy ride before getting here.”
–Chris Bennett (Insurrection)
Pard, git yurself in here; don’t yuh know it’s cold outside? My mercy, shut the door! I’ll be gettin’ the coffee poured in a second. Made it shor enough strong this mornin’, figured yuh’d need it after ridin’ over in the cold. Whew, we made it through one cold snap now it looks like we’re facin’ another couple of days. Poor folk in some areas have been without power for quite a spell. One can bundle up, but with our high-falutin’ lifestyles now it’s hard to be without electricity. Folks with gas have it some better. An’ to think I used to work out in that stuff…brrr, makes me shiver to think ’bout it. Cold toes I can do without.
That makes me think of those fools in Minneysota out in the cold doin’ their so-called peaceful protests. An’ Pard, while I’m at it I don’t recall readin’ anywhere in our Constitution where folk have the right to protest or riot. It states that they have the right to peaceful assembly. I hear them politicians and the media huffin’ and puffin’ about the right to protest and all I can do is shake my head and their ignorance and stupidity. Yuh know to be out in that cold makes me wonder if they not bein’ paid to do so. I shor do like the new term for the media–they are “full-diaper media morons.” Shor does fit, and if’n it fit wear it.
Ahhh, that coffee is like gettin’ kicked by a mule, or should I say horse. Yep, it’s kickin’ horse coffee. It gives yuh a real jolt, guess that’s why it’s called “kickin'”. Back to those “full-diaper media morons” I recall the words of the ol’ Apostle to Timothy, “But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days.” He gives a whole list among it is, “lovers of themselves, proud, abusive, ungrateful, unholy, without self-control.” Get the picture? Now look at those doin’ all that “peaceful” protestin’ — my mercy, they would fit in with a Halloween party, but the shame of it is that’s the way they look an’ they are proud of it. See, many of them are not only cold because of the weather, their innards are cold as well. Nah, Pard, not their liver or gizzard, but their hearts. They have a cold, cold, hard, bitter, evil, and hateful heart. One that has been given over to their sinful desires. Pard, yuh be watchin’ out for them.
See, Pard, that’s one of the reasons why we get together for coffee. Not only for the pleasurable atmosphere of my company, ha–but for the buildin’ up and exhortin’ of one another. Yuh see, there’s a real purpose for me to be tellin’ yuh to check yur cinch an’ keep yur gun handy, an’ ride tall in the saddle. Someone has to tow the line, uphold decency and honor, an’ yur one of the hombres to do it.
Well, Pard, we did it. We done emptied another pot. Time for yuh to be gettin’ on down the trail. Think I’ll do some readin’, prop my feet up in front of the stove, and contemplate the goodness of the Lord whilst the fools go at it. Yuh take care, now yuh hear?
Vaya con Dios.