–Lou Bradshaw  (Texas War Lord)

 

Ahhh, good coffee this mornin’, Pard.  Sorry I didn’t wait for yuh, but I wanted a cup.  My mercy, the ‘landest things that were said and done this week.  I don’t have the time, space, or effort to elaborate on them all.  All I know is that we’re headin’ towards the abyss.  Lawlessness and stupidity are tryin’ to gain supremacy.  I don’t remember where I read this, but this little prayer fits, “Strengthen our hearts to stand firm when culture tells us to bow down, remembering that ‘the grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever.'”  If’n I’m thinkin’ right it came from Chad Prather.

     I won’t go into the shootin’ or the wokism that provoked Cracker Barrel.  There’s been enough said ’bout them.  But I will say that some of them dummy liberals have no clue the power of prayer.  Here’s one of the dumbest things–the mayor of Chicago says that to crack down on crime will bring more about.  He said there will be riots.  ??? Now I have to ponder that.  Why in the world would anyone riot if crime was reduced?  Seems to me the onliest ones that should be riotin’ would be the criminals. 

     Then there was this person who said that we shouldn’t have to work.  No, an’ yuh shouldn’t have to eat.  Ol’ Brother Paul made that clear, “If a man will not work, he shall not eat.”  It don’t matter the gender, yuh need to work.  Work is satisfyin’.  Work is rewardin’.  Work builds character.  Work separates the riff-raff from the top hand.  Work put beans on the table.  Work puts coffee in the pot.  Yuh get my drift.  That’s why yuh need to be workin’.  Now, I will say this character came right out of the Fruit Loops box, one of them whimperin’, snibblin’, wokist snowflakes. 

     Pard, sorry, didn’t mean to catch yuh in a slurp.  But what many folk don’t realize that the problem with this world is sin and evil.  The liberals, many of whom don’t believe in God, deny this.  They think that by education, or the right diet, or the right environment, or the …  that evil will disappear.  Boy howdy–they don’t have a clue.  Evil comes from the heart of man.  An’ that fool CNN reporter who said that pull the trigger once and a hundred rounds of bullets will fire in a second show they don’t care enough about the truth to check their facts.  They want a way out, an’ I’m a-thinkin’ that’s the kind of world ol’ Noah lived in.  Ha, nothin’ goin’ to happen, let’s put the blame on somethin’ an’ continue to party-hardy–then the rain.  This ol’ world is goin’ on the same way and then–the trumpet.

     Go on an’ get ready to face the week.  Listen to the preacher, grasp hold of tha gospel plow, an’ get ready to face the enemy next week.  An’ be a-rememberin’ that “the word our God stands forever.”  Be seein’ yuh, fight the good fight this week, and be a-checkin’ yur cinch.

     Vaya con Dios.

                    –Louis L’Amour  (Guns of the Timberlands)

 

Mornin’, Pard.  Yuh know one of the finest words that can be spoken is “Coffee’s ready.”  I can tell by yur smile and holdin’ out the empty cup that yuh agree.  Let me get the pot an’ I’ll fill it up right quick.  

     Pard, I’m glad to see yuh have some common sense.  Yur careful with yur spurs.  Yep, the missus don’t care much for the kitchen floor to be gouged by a pair of spurs.  But the point of the matter is that all it takes is some common sense to do what’s right.  An’ let me tell yuh somethin’–common sense is a rarity in these days an’ it’s gettin’ even more rare.  Folks don’t know if they’re a-comin’ or a-goin’ and I reckon most of them don’t rightly care whichaway they’re a-walkin’.  Seems like ol’ Daniel said somethin’ ’bout folks runnin’ to and fro if’n I’m recollectin’ right.

     Here’s one for yuh Pard,  I’m tellin’ yuh I can’t be makin’ this stuff up.  One of them there celebrities, a star from what I’m tolt, but to tell yuh I can’t remember who.  Yep, the idea is that a marriage contract is good for only five years; it can then be dissolved, or renewed for another five years.  Goodbye to “death do us part.”  Well, Pard with all the divorce that concept is already on the way out.  Many just quit and give up when the goin’ gets a little rough.  Yuh know, it might just be the time that the other pardner needs the help of th’ other the most, then he or she goes and quits.  Just think if when we were havin’ ourselves a bad time, maybe we didn’t use common sense an’ check our cinch and we fell on our noggin’ an’ the Lord said, that’s enough.  Yuh just don’t learn.  Why, if’n I’m a-layin’ on the ground, the dust gettin’ up my nose an’ in my eyes, I need Him more than ever to reach down an’ pick me up.

     See, here’s what I’m a-seein’.  Folks just want to do what they think is right an’ not to be a-worryin’ ’bout the needs of others.  Take a drive an’ see how many folk out there obey the laws.  They drive like they want to, ignorin’ all the safety signs, and common sense in drivin’.  They jist want to be a law onto themselves.  Let me do my own thing–that’s their cry.  That’s why we see the victim often becomin’ the perpetrator in some of these events.  Right is what they want it to be, not what it is, an’ I’m a-tellin’ yuh Pard, it’s goin’ to come to a climax when that man of lawlessness gives them what they want–lawlessness.  Yep, there’s comin’ a day when the Holy Spirit won’t be guidin’ men’s thoughts an’ actions, and it’s goin’ to be sure enough anarchy.  That is, until the antichrist puts his own laws down.  Whoooee, Pard, sure glad I’m not goin’ to be around when all that pollutin’ stuff takes place, but yuh see now how we’re movin’ into it?

     Sorry, I’m been spewin’ so much this mornin’ but it’s ’cause I”ve been stewin’ in my mind over some of these tomfoolery things.  I see it didn’t stop yuh from guzzlin’ the coffee.  That’s alright, Pard, makes me smile; I’m glad yuh liked it.  Yuh be havin’ a good week!

     Vaya con Dios.

                     –Reg Quist  (The Truth of the Matter)

 

“Aye, Chihuahua!”  Oops,  reckon I have to drop that statement from my vocabulary, or so say the woke, pundit ignoramuses.  But come in Pard, sit yurself down and I’ll give yuh a spiel after I pour the coffee.  Hmmm, wonder if I can use the term “java.”  I imagine they’d really get on to me if they knew I referred to their coffee as “cino”.  Here yuh go, the last of my Crockett coffee.  

     There’s a movement out there amongst the wokers that are sayin’ that anyone who voted for Trump should be banned from Mexican, Indian, and Chinese restaurants and should stick to places like Cracker Barrel.  That’s the truth, don’t be gaspin’.  Oh, the coffee’s too hot.  Now, I don’t who these woker folk are, one is a journalist and I didn’t get his name, but one is some kind of “star,” and I might add in my way of thinkin’ not a very bright one, by the name of Jennifer Welch who made this statement according to Fox News.

     She must be a woker, ’cause this ol’ fence post ain’t never heard of her before.  But that statement shows just how much of an ignoramus she is.  What about the people in those ethnic groups who voted for him?   An’ as far as those “stars” who left the country, I would say, Adios! Que se vaya con viento fresco!  Pard, yuh would be proud of me, I looked it up, that means good riddance in Spanish.  Oh, those wokers will be all worked up now.  Fact is, what did they ever do for us?  They sure ‘nough took money and enough for them to move away.  Sure hope their visas are good wherever they went.  Maybe over to Germany where it is a crime to insult somebody in public.  Yep, a simple insult, like this ol’ fence post callin’ them wokers could be a crime.  My mercy, Pard, they even take their cell phones and computers away.  Whooeee, the Gestapo all over again.  Hate crimes, they’re a-callin’ it.  Why to read yur Bible in public could be dangerous then.

     Now, Pard, what I’m seein’ happen here is what should not have to be.  If folks would be law-abidin’, do things the proper way, most of the problems would be solved.  An’ maybe the worst of it all is for those ignoramuses of woke, liberal judges actin’ on an agenda rather than the law.  Pard, that just ain’t right.  See, that there goes to show yuh–yuh start waterin’ down coffee to make cinos, then yuh start makin’ the law what you want it to be rather than what the law is supposed to be.  Yuh see?  

     Well, if’n yuh don’t go ahead an’ don’t check yur cinch.  Fall on yur noggin’ a time or two, and I guarantee that yuh still won’t check it.  Reason bein’ yuh fall for those moronic liberal wokers!  That all bein’ said, I’ll be wishin’ yuh a buena semana.  An’ I don’t care what they are a-sayin’ I still hope that yuh go with God.

     Vaya con Dios.

                    –Robert Peecher  (Through a Land Accurst)

 

Grab yur cup and sit yurself down an’ take a long swaller.  Pard, yur gonna need it after I tell yuh what I’m fixin’ to tell yuh.  Jist when yuh think yu’ve heard it all, well, at least most of what is worth hearin’ something else comes down the pipe to make yuh git the trembles of what this might mean.  Go ahead, take another swaller an’ I can fill yur cup up again before I tells yuh what I’m gonna tell yuh.

     Ready, an’ I got this from Glenn Beck, “Soul-erasing interview with murdered victim proves we’re slipping into post-human dystopia.”  Yep, I see yur eyes a buggin’ out.  I went to the dictionary to make sure I knew what “dystopia” was.  This is what I read, “An imagined state or society in which there is great suffering or injustice, typically one that is totalitarian or post-apocalyptic.”  My mercy… are we speakin’ of the man of lawlessness appearin’ and rulin’?

     Beck asked this question, and I want yuh to ponder it some whilst yur workin’ on that third cup.  “What does it truly mean to be alive if in death you’re more useful?”  Here’s what took place.  Yuh remember that scoundrel of a so-called journalist Jim Acosta?  Well, it seems that he had an interview with a dead man, and now get this, the dead man talked with him.  Yep, the dead man was AI generated.  Makes yuh wonder who programmed the dead man to answer, or if it programmed itself.  Think if it, Pard, interviewing the dead an’ all sorts of nonsense could be made up; yuh talk about manipulation.  Plus the idea of speakin’ with the dead is jist plum evil.  Ol’ King Saul found out about that when he wanted to bring Samuel back.  My mercy, when Samuel appeared it put the heebie-jeebies into Saul along with the witch who sure wasn’t expectin’ Samuel to show up.  Evil, conversin’ with the dead.

     Back to the AI conversation.  The dead man, answered Acosta’s question about gun violence with this, “We need to create safe spaces for conversations and connection, making sure everyone feels seen and heard.  It’s about building a culture of kindness and understanding.”  An unrealistic utopia, one that socialism promises, but fails over and over.  

     And that’s not all Pard, the Mouth of California, yep, ol’ Pelosi herself stated that the priority of the Democratic Party is to, “push to expand transgender surgeries for minors.”  Pard, that’s playin’ with fire, the fire an’ brimstone from heaven.  Plus there’s the push for Denver to hold the Gay Olympics.  Why I never heard of such a thing.  It seems that Denver has a $50 million deficit and is expecting a $200 million one in 2026.  Mercy, what happened to the revenue from all that “pot”?  I thought they were supposed to be part of the mainstream, but they have to have their own month, their own special days, and now their own olympics.  

     Pard, what’s that sound I’m a-hearin’?  Could it be, surely?  Gabriel turnin’ up his trumpet.  Check that spiritual cinch an’ get ready for the ride.  Pard, there’s a great day a-comin’ an’ I reckon it’s a-comin’ soon!  Hmmm, Pard, if an AI came into camp, a dead man, would yuh have to be offerin’ it a cup of coffee?

     Vaya con Dios.