–Mel Odom  (Matamoros Bull)

 

Pard, when I heard the news, if’n I’d been in the kitchen I’d have done a little cloggin’.  Now it’s time to get to work gettin’ this country back on the right track–that is followin’ the Word of the Lord.  Along with that delicious brew I reckon my liver is a tinglin’ along with the gizzard.  I know it’s a democrat song, but my mind is goin’ to FDR’s “Happy days are here again…”

     Go ‘head, take a deep swaller for I do have some bad news.  It’s actually shameful news.  My very most favorite store of all time says that they’re no longer goin’ to have a Christmas catalog.  In fact, here are their words as to why, “in the spirit of inclusivity as it welcomes customers of all backgrounds, religions, and traditions to celebrate the season.”  Bah–humbug!  Pard, there goes my shoppin’ at Neiman Marcus.  ‘Course they don’t have my style of boots and shirts, nor any decent sort of sombreros to choose from.  Ha, gotcha.  I don’t think I’ve passed through one of their stores ‘ceptin’ maybe once or twice goin’ somewheres else.  But, Pard, what season is comin’ up?  My mercy–it’s Christmas!

     See, the enemy just won’t stop.  Not only is he the great liar and deceiver, he’s full of jealousy.  He can’t create, he can’t sit in the throne room, he can’t save a soul, all he can do is lie, steal, cheat, and destroy that which is good, or at least attempt to.  Say Pard, let me ask yuh a simple question.  Which is worse in yur mind:  slavery or killin’ babies?  Our country was split along geographic lines once with the slavery issue, but my land, Pard, ain’t killin’ as bad or worse?  Add to that the abomination of the gay agenda and all its ramifications.  Makes yuh just want to spit, but swaller first, don’t be a-wastin’ any of that coffee.

     Yuh be celebratin’ the holy-days.  I know they’ve shortened it to holidays, but yuh get my meanin’.  First is comin’ the recognition of those who served our country, the veteran.   All gave of their time and effort, many with their blood.  Followed by Thanksgivin’, and don’t we have so much to be thankful for?  Yuh know, I’m convinced that there are more blessin’s than there are problems, burdens, and troubles.  

     Now, don’t yuh be celebratin’ so much that yuh go off half-cocked an’ forget to check yur cinch.  Fallin’ on yur noggin’ ain’t the best way to bring in the holy-days.

      Vaya con Dios.

                    –James Leonard  (A Storm Is Coming)

 

Ahhh, steaming, hot coffee is waitin’ to make my gizzard happy.  Come on, join me friends, yuh’ve nothin’ better to do right now.  Right now I’m not needin’ that sheepskin coat, but sometimes the ol’ bones do get achy.  Sure prayin’ and hopin’ that the chill is not from those liberal weasels an’ their hoo-dooin’ and fanaglelin’.  

     Pard, don’t yuh be a-frettin’.  I’m safe from bein’ picked up by a garbage truck today.  My mercy, the audacity and downright foolishness was that statement.  It ranks right up there with Hilary’s “deplorables.”  Pard, we’ve been called “deplorables” and “garbage” by leadin’ bureaucrats over the years.  Makes me think of that verse in Psalms, I think it’s 84:10, where the psalmist writes “I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in tents of the wicked.”  Or even in their vast estates.  Surely we have seen wickedness in high places.

     Take a sip, but while we’re a-politicizin’ I read last week that Kamala said that “voting helps us fulfill God’s expectations for us to help Him.”  Whooeee, I’m a sayin’, an’ it’s not cause the coffee’s hot, but perhaps she’s right.  To cast a vote for those antichrist folk, those who are against the innocent unborn is to bring us closer to the man of lawlessness takin’ over.  It will bring us closer to the judgment of God upon this nation.  

     Pard, I ain’t no prophet, but a simple study of history proves this true.  Time and time again God judged nations.  I recall that in the latter days of Rome, there came to the throne, Constantine.  He tried to undo many of the things that was bringin’ Rome down.  It was a respite, if only…  Then read of the times that Israelite kings did right in the eyes of the Lord, and when people did what was right in their own eyes rather than seein’ through the lens of God.  Judgment came, turmoil came, and in some instances, disaster came.

     Sure glad this coffee is warmin’ up the innards ’cause I read a statistic the other day that set my soul to boilin’.  It weren’t the coffee I was drinkin’ neither.  The statistic read that 49% of Christians are not votin’!  Shameful!  Sinful!  We are supposed to be stewards of our lives and that involves bein’ involved to the extent that we can with our country.  To not vote when we have the obligation to is downright shameful!  Read Jeremiah, read the prophets…oh, they didn’t get a chance to vote, but yuh’ll see that God often gives the people the kind of government they want and then they have to pay the price.

     Pard, if’n yuh haven’t voted–do so, make me proud of yuh.  But be sure yuh check yur cinch before goin’ out.

      Vaya con Dios.

                    –Lou Bradshaw  (Cain)

 

Git in this kitchen, Pard, the goblins will git yuh if yuh don’t watch out.  Ha, Pard, more like the liberals.  But don’t be a-frettin’, the coffee’s on the stove, hot and black.  Let’s enjoy the time rather than worry ’bout the vampires and the bats.

     Yep, that ol’ boy was right, we need to stay loaded, not only our weapons, but our minds and hearts with the Word of God.  Pard, next week is a “supernatural” day when folks think of evil things.  But let me be a-tellin’ yuh right now, they think that way every day.  An’ I’ll tell yuh another thing, there’ll be more “supernatural” demons and imps around a week from Tuesday.  

     Hold on, I need another swallow, then I’ll speak on.  Ahhh, here’s what I mean.  The Lord sets up an’ takes down governments, He’s in charge.  So, therefore, there is a supernatural element involved.  We don’t know what’s a-happenin’ in that spiritual world, thank goodness.  Come a week from Tuesday, those evil imps will be a hustlin’ about tryin’ to take over.  They can’t, but oftentimes the Lord gives the people what they want.

     I’ve started a study on Proverbs, figure anything like that is good for an’ ol’ fence post like me.  Right from the git go, I see two things:  common sense ain’t too common and that folk in their foolishness try to do away or ignore God’s moral laws.  People just don’t listen, and the Lord, Himself, said that those with ears are to be a-hearin’.  Thing is that too many people out there hear the wrong voices.  They hear the voices of evil, why that ol’ devil, he don’t stop his lyin’ and deceivin’.  

     Why, Pard, the best thing for us to do, besides finishin’ this pot of coffee an’ then git on with the day.  We can be trustin’ in the good Lord to be with us each step of the way and every hour of the day.  But, supposin’ Pard, just supposin’ it would do any good to be wearin’ garlic to ward off the evil of the liberals that want to do away with God?  Ha, might do yuh some good, put a sweeter aroma on yur personality.  

     Yuh be ridin’ tall and straight, ever onward and upward.  Be checkin’ yur weapons and yur cinch, and don’t give way to the devil or his minions.

      Vaya con Dios.

                    –John Deacon  (Justice Returns)

 

Mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  Coffee’s hot, black, and ready to pour so set yurself down; the cups are already on the table.  Sure ‘nough satisfyin’.  One of the few things that is anymore with all the foolishness of wokeism that floatin’ ’round.  Woke?  Hardly, more like fast asleep, not havin’ a clue, and the lackin’ of common sense.  Work ethic?  Gone down the drain, they depend on bail outs.  Now, listen Pard, I’m not against helpin’ someone out who’s needin’ it and is willin’ to take their part.  But handouts, cancellin’ debts, well, to my way of thinkin’ that leads to faulty character.

     My ol’ pard, Bob, wrote in his blog that he doesn’t fear what will happen in the upcomin’ election.  Yuh know, he’s right!  Me neither, God’s in control, however, I am a mite concerned over the future of this country and the life that lies ahead for my grandkids.  ‘Cuse me, need another swallow.  Ahhh… now I was a-sayin’ I know for a fact that the words of that song are true:  “Through it all, I’ve learned to trust in Jesus, I’ve learned to trust in God.  Through it all, I’ve learned to depend upon His Word.” (Andrae Crouch)  That’s a fact, Pard.  No matter what God is there; He’ll see His children through.

     But that don’t be a-meanin’ that we should get all lackadaisical, in fact the righteous should be up in arms and a-showin’ them liberals and antichrists how the cow eats the cabbage.  Ha, haven’t thought of that sayin’ in years.  That was my Dad’s favorite.  And if evil continues and God’s children become the persecuted, then I’ll borrow from my Grandma, “Lord, help us through the jungles”.  We’ll need it for certain, and yuh know what?  He will.  Hmm, or perhaps He’ll come an’ take us home to glory.  Whooeeee, that would be something.  Think on election day that there are a mass of voters missin’…

     I’ve been readin’ ’bout Texas turnin’ blue.  Sure hopin’ not, but I’ve got the shotgun ready, and the pistol oiled and loaded.  My faith is in the Lord, an’ knowin’ that He’ll be with me and mine through it all.  Say, let’s finish this here coffee so’s we can get on with the chores of the day.  An’ Pard, we all better be checkin’ our cinches an’ that includes the spiritual ones.

      Vaya con Dios.