–Louis L’Amour  (Borden Chantry)

 

Ahhh, good coffee this mornin’.  Don’t yuh be a-frettin’, the pot is near full.  And don’t be worryin’ none either, I promise yuh that it’s strong enough to make the hairs on yur tongue straighten right up.  Nice an’ hot too.  

       Pard, I’ve been noticin’ that most of them thar people who are confused over this here gender issue are those who squat on the liberal side.  Some call them leftists, others call them liberals, and I’ve even heard a few other names for them.  They are confused over most everything exceptin’ their agenda.  They know they don’t want anything to do with conservative values or Biblical Christianity.

       Yuh know, I’m ’bout to carry the ol’ shotgun whenever I go out to sit in the rocker.  Yep, that’ll be me, gun in one hand, and coffee cup in the other.  Why, yuh ask?  Well, Pard, let me tell yuh.  I read about, what me bein’ a conservative would call a person of the female gender proclaim that she was actually a cardinal in the form of a human.  Yep, yuh heard me right.  She was goofy as a loon, but she called herself a cardinal.  Pard, where do these nuts come from?  Do they just spring up out of the ground?  A cardinal, why not a red-wing blackbird?  The truth of the matter is that no matter what she calls herself, the Creator made her a female.   Why I even heard that some states are leaving the sex of a baby off the birth certificate until they can decide at a later age what they are.  This has to be at the top of the ladder of stupidity!

       I know Pard, there’s folks out there confused.  Some of it is deception straight from perdition, some of it is the stupidity of what they hear, and they decide without thinkin’ what they’ll be.  Maybe they need a good cup or two of my coffee to get them straightened out.  I read the other day that we used to sort of tell if a person was strange or not, and I don’t mean full-blown gay, just a little prissy when he wore a diamond ring on his pinky.  That’s the guy who probably has never been closer to a cow than a sirloin steak.  But now, we even have those people who want synthetic beef.  That can’t happen, it’s either synthetic or its beef!  My goodness, one of the richest men in the world is buyin’ up land so that beeves can’t be raised on it.

       Well, Pard, the mornin’ has come to an end, the pot is empty as is the cup exceptin’ for a few dregs.  At least, it’s settled, in my mind for sure, what is what and who is whom.  No matter what anyone says, pseduo-science, sociologists, or politicians, I’ll go with what the Creator has designed.  Oh, an’ one more thing I’m for sure of–yuh better be checkin’ yur cinch.  It looks some loose to me from where I’m standin’.

        Vaya con Dios.

                         –Luke Short  (The Deserters)

 

Howdy, Pard, how’re yuh perkin’ this mornin’?  Sure hope yur not boilin’ over.  Come on, Pard, that’s a joke.  I know the world is a serious place to be but this is ol’ Ira here holdin’ the coffeepot in his hands ready to pour yuh a cup.  Yuh could at least give me a little grin, or a smirk.  Too bad yuh didn’t come by yesterday.  The missus made some chicken enchiladas stuffed with jalapenos, poblanos and cheese and there were some left over.  I fired up some of that hen fruit, and covered them with that tasty sauce.  Guess it was sorta like huevos enchiladas.  Tasty, Pard, mighty tasty.

       It sure has been an interestin’ week to say the least.  I just cayn’t imagine people riotin’ over not bein’ able to kill the unborn.  That’s simply ignorant fools acting stupid, or maybe not–some of them have an agenda of murder, evil, and lawlessness.  They belong to the devil and are usherin’ in the way of the Man of Lawlessness–the Antichrist.  Unless these folk have a real conviction placed upon them and repent they are headed for perdition.  This is close to blasphemy, I reckon, for it slaps the Creator in the face for mankind was made in His image and they are takin’ the place of God in killing babies.

       We’ve come a long way since I was a kid, and from the looks at you…well, I’ll stop there.  I happened to watch the second episode of The Rifleman the other night.  The Book of Job was given in a paraphrase.  Can yuh imagine a show doin’ that today?  Why even some preachers won’t preach the Word, “the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.”  The Rifleman paused when he said that, then emphasized, “Blessed be the name of the Lord!”

       That’s a good thing to remember Pard.  In the bad, as well as the good, we should be blessin’ the Lord.  Too often, and I hate to admit Pard, I’m guilty of this once in a while, we sit ourselves down at the table to partake of the bounty before us an’ we plum forget Him.  Oh, we might mumble a short prayer, but we don’t think much ’bout what we’re sayin’.  If God is really in charge of our lives we need to be thankin’ Him for everything.

       Be thankin’ and prayin’ and watchin’ each step on this journey.  Be remindin’ yurself about the Lord, and yuh can also be remindin’ yur ownself to check that cinch.

        Vaya con Dios.

                         –William MacLeod Raine  (A Texas Ranger)

 

Here’s a good mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  Coffee’s good and soothin’ this mornin’.  Yuh know, one thing nice about this here retirement–I can take a nap anytime I want.  When I was workin’ there weren’t no specified nap times.  Another good thing is that I can put a pot on any time I want, don’t have to lug it around in a thermos.  I can sorta relate to that ol’ rider Raine; it’s been a few years now, but I’ve taken a nap or two under cottonwood trees.

       Mercy, those judges on the Supreme Court have been busy this week.  Overthrew Roe v. Wade, upholdin’ states’ rights by 6-3 vote, and confirmed a 2nd Amendment case over a New York law by 8-1 vote.  Interesting!  So in the midst of stupidity there is a voice of reason.  

       Good coffee this mornin’.  Hot outside, but say, yuh know it’s summer.  We moan, whine, and cry so much over the weather and we ain’t figured out that we cayn’t do anything about it.  We just learn to cope.  I remember when we first moved to Houston back in ’78.  No, Pard, it wasn’t 1878.  The thing I’m sayin’ is that we went two years with a car with no air conditioning.  Just had to do it–cope.  We stayed at a house for a couple of weeks until we found an apartment.  Bein’ new to Texas we didn’t realize that the air conditioner in the house went out, we just figured it was hot.  We got along–we coped.

       An ol’ hand mentioned this week on his program simply that “Life is short.”  In the grand view of eternity, life ain’t nothin’ but a thread on the rope of time.  We need to be doin’ what the good Lord wants us to be doin’ in this short time we have.  Not that we can’t have a good time once in a while, but we need to not be playin’ all the time.  There is a purpose and we need to be doin’, not whinin’–we need to cope with life.

       It’s kinda like goin’ to a restaurant and orderin’ coffee; it mostly ain’t that good so–cope with it, and next time don’t order any.  There is so much in life that we taste, smell, hear, and see that is not worth it, especially in the light of eternity.  Don’t be takin’ too many naps, but be doin’ the Lord’s work.

       Let’s be finishin’ that pot so yuh can be gettin’ on down the road.  And remember, to do the Lord’s work, yuh have be sound and that means checkin’ yur cinch.  Don’t just cope with it–do it!

       Vaya con Dios.

                    –D.C. Adkisson (The Shepherd)

 

Well, good mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  I wasn’t sure if yuh’d make it or not.  I’ve been sittin’ here, contemplatin’ and wonderin’ if’n yuh were comin’ on over.  I’ve drunk a cup, but the pot is still fresh an’ almost full.  Grab yurself a cup and partake.

       Been doin’ a heap of thinkin’ about Father’s Day.  Yuh know the Father is perhaps the most maligned person in our society.  He’s the joke of sitcoms, and yet he is supposed to be the provider of the household.  But then again, the traditional family is being disregarded as well.  Shame, and downright dangerous the way some folks are playin’ with the way God intended for things to be.  

       I remember someone, many years ago, told me to get in touch with my feminine side.  I went an’ hugged my wife.  She is my feminine side–together we are one.  Nowadays, folks are wantin’ a man to be something he ain’t supposed to be.  God created man and woman, each with particular roles.  Man is born to protect, care, and provide, not to try to figure out what gender he is.  He is to help progenate children, then leave them a godly legacy.

       Pard, a man likes strong coffee, of that I’m sure.  It’s not a requirement, but it’s sort of a liniment for the innards.  If’n he doesn’t have that juice a flowin’ makin’ his innards work, he’s got to come up with something.  Hmmm, maybe it’s those cinos they’re drinkin’ now that’s causin’ them to question their manhood.  Nah, it’s the deceiving lies of the devil.  The devil wants to abolish the concept of man (read C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man).  

       Man was created in the image of God.  To think and act otherwise is to taint what God has created.  It is another way that humanbein’s mock God.  Man is to take care of his family, to be the priest of his home.  Yet all around there are those who are tryin’ either to usurp his manhood, or change him into somethin’ God never intended.

       Pard, when yuh get up in yur saddle, after yuh checked yur cinch, sit tall.  Remember who yuh are in God’s sight–yur a man.  To the ladies readin’ this, hold yur shoulders back and thank the good Lord, He made yuh the way He wanted.  To not do that is to throw mud in God’s eye.  He don’t like that, and He won’t allow it for long.  Laugh and scoff, but there was a reason for the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.

       Whew…I done said all that I’m goin’ to this mornin’.  The pot’s empty, and yur most likely tired of my goin’s on.  Have yurself a good week, in the Lord.

        Vaya con Dios.