He went into the kitchen, built a fire and put on coffee. He ground enough coffee beans to half fill the big granite pot and while he waited for the coffee to boil the thought of what lay immediately ahead filled his mind.”
–Luke Short (First Campaign)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard. My mercy, another month done gone by. Where does the time go? What did I accomplish this month, or so far this year? My, my, my… Well, ‘fore we get on with this last Saturday of the month, let’s enjoy our mornin’ coffee together. Ahhh, what a delight.
Pard, I’ve had a thought brewin’ in my mind all week, but first I saw somethin’ yesterday that brought the shivers to my innards. My land, how crazy can people get? Stupid, fools, insane, or just plain morons? Here was the semi-growed man, I’d say in his mid-twenties to thirties, in a pigpen with a pig’s face coverin’ his an’ he’s oinkin’ and gruntin’ and slobberin’ like the other pigs in the pen. He says he identifies as a pig? Let that sink in. Now, truly, I have seen some people in my time who look like pigs, and eat like pigs, but never one who has claimed to be a pig. Makes me wonder if’n he’s there for supper ready for his slop or if’n he becomes human when it’s dinner-time?
Fellow, I follow once in a while, made a good observation. If these fools, these morons, who claim they’re animals want to really be like them then they should go out into the wild and live. The furries: wolves, coyotes, gooses, bears, and now the hogs, they should go out and live like their wannabe counterparts. Hmmm, think they’d make it? They’ve heard the call of the wild, well, then, morons go out and join them. But let me warn yuh, it gets cold out there, and your wannabe cousins have sharp teeth and they’d like nothin’ better than a stupid morsel of flesh to come their way.
Go ahead, Pard, drink up, the pot’s not half-empty yet. Now, to my main thought. Tomorrow is Palm Sunday meanin’ that Easter is only a week away. Ask folks what the first thing that comes to their mind on Easter an’ a good many of them would say, “eggs.” They might add “peeps” or chocolate, and the real pious ones would say “church.” What have we done to Easter? It should be a somber time. One of remembrance and rejoicing for it was the day that brought our redemption. Yuh want to dye eggs, fine, no problem, but let’s keep it in perspective. Do a little teachin’ on the subject of the egg and more importantly of the Christ who died and rose for us.
‘Nough said this mornin’. Keep yur mind focused on the things of the Lord, enjoy life, but do it with proper perspective or yuh jist might wind up wallowin’ with that pig-man in the sty full of mud. That’s worsen that yuh forgettin’ to check yur cinch. That’s jist forgetfulness, the other is delusion.
Vaya con Dios.