–Reg Quist  (Mac’s Way)

 

Consequences, Pard, consequence.  Why there ain’t any nomore.  At least wise not much.  Sorry, Pard, I started on yuh before pouring yur coffee.  My deepest and sincerest apologies.  Now like I was a-sayin’, people today don’t realize that in life there’s consequences for our actions–or there should be.  Why them rioters in Portland and other cities should have been grabbed by the scruff of their necks an’ the tar beat out of them.  Now they just smirk, thinkin’ that they got away with lawlessness.  And that glib pseudo-politician spoutin’ off that the rise in crime is due to the police not a-doin’ their duty.  Pfft…it’s about no consequences and defundin’ the people who are supposed to be doin’ the protectin’.

       Go ahead, Pard, drink yur coffee, I’m through with my little spiel.  At leastways for today.  Say, Pard, I don’t mean to be interruptin’ yuh while yur guzzlin’ my coffee, but are yuh ready for the haunts tomorrow night?  Yep the goblins and all them other things that roam the darkness are plannin’ an’ evenin’ of terror.  Oh, they call it good fun, but it so unnatural and evil, why it sends shivers up my spine just to think of them.  Yuh know, it’s not good spiritual health to be partakin’ with the things of evil–not even in fun.  My land, it’s bad enough that ol’ headless horseman scared the dickens out of Icabod, but if’n yuh saw him comin’ at yuh…why I reckon yuh’d mount up forgettin’ to check yur cinch and a few miles down the road with that scoundrel without a head a-chasin’ yuh, there you’d go–right out of the saddle into the ditch.  Sure hope yuh land on yur head so nothin’ would get hurt.

       Take that last swaller.  Speakin’ of hard heads…Why we have a passel of them around.  Saw where a church won’t let the children come because they can’t get vaccinated.  My land, the Lord done told us to suffer the children to come unto Him.  I mean, if’n yuh want to see brainless, dull folk just look around.  The nation’s capital is full of them empty-headed numbskulls.  If’n folks get that shot why are they so feared of those without it?  Yuh tell me the answer to that Pard.

       Yuh be careful now.  Don’t be forgettin’ to check yur candy before yuh eat any.  Ha, one thing for sure, if’n yuh go out trick or treatin’, which by the way is pagan, yuh won’t need to be wearin’ yuh a mask.  Just go ahead, while I’m watchin’–check yur cinch or the goblins will get yuh if’n yuh don’t watch out.

        Vaya con Dios.

                    –Duane Boehm (Sun Over the Mountains)

 

“Well, come along boys, and listen to my tale.  I’ll tell yuh of muh troubles…”  Pard!  Yuh done snuck up on me.  I was just singin’ along, havin’ me a good ol’ time watchin’ the coffee brew and waitin’ for yuh to show up.  Sit yurself right down here, I’ll be gettin’ yuh a cup.  Nah, don’t yuh be worryin’ none.  Here, take a look at my spoon–all in one piece.  My coffee’ll fix up yur innards, get yuh ready for the day an’ any troubles that may come along the way.

       Don’t want to be goin’ on long about the mess we’re findin’ ourselves in.  The “wokes” sure are doin’ this country in.  They think they’re smart, why ptui.  Heard a ol’ feller talkin’ to a couple of them brilliant, enlightened people they call “IT”.  Whatever that means, something to do with this newfangled technology.  But he was tellin’ them that in the olden days when they shipped cows to market they’d count them by makin’ knots in a rope.  He’s right, I’ve seen it done myself.  One of them smart-alek youngsters went an’ smarted off sayin’ today they use cow-culators.  Phooey.

       I see yur smilin’.  That’s some serious coffee, ahh, soothes yuh right down to yur toenails.  But Pard, seriously, that ol’ boy Daniel, yuh know the prophet.  He told of a time right after he was told to seal up the book of his visions until the end.  Pard, I’m thinkin’ that we’re at the end, and that ain’t all–he said that folk would be runnin’ to and fro and that knowledge will increase.  My mercy Pard, all a person has to do today is use that Google or YouTube and they think they know it all.  Phooey–they don’t know the half of it, and most don’t know nothin’ when it comes right down to it.  That other fella, Paul went and told them straight out that they would think they were somethin’ special, know-it-alls, but in reality they would become fools.  Well let me tell yuh that right now, this very moment, the country is full of them there fools!

       Pard, there’s a little left in the pot.  What say we finish it up an’ then yuh can be on yur way.  But before yuh go guzzlin’ that last swaller or two let me tell yuh something true and for a fact.  You and me are smarter than the bunch of them.  We know the Lord, an’ we’re expectin’ Him to be showin’ up any day now.  We just keep pluggin’ along, tryin’ not to hurt our heads from shakin’ it too much at them woke folk.  We do the chores of the day, and when we mount up we check our cinch, we keep our guns clean, and read our Bible.  Now, that’s bein’ smart.

        Vaya con Dios.

                    –D.C. Adkisson  (Mal de Ojo)

 

Mornin’ Pard from out here in Maryland.  Really nice mornin’s we’ve been havin’.  Nice and cool–liveable.  I’ve been makin’ the coffee and it’s soothin’ to the gizzard if not the soul.  I had my yearly breakfast yesterday at the Amish Market and let me tell yuh, it was mighty tasty.  Then we went out to a farm and picked apples and purchased a bunch of fresh from the  truck.  Just one of the stereotypical autumn days.

       Pard, just when yuh think folks couldn’t be more ridiculous something happens t’ fool yuh.  The media can’t stop with foolishness, and more often than not will make out-and-out lies about something.  Yuh saw that “it was worse than slavery,” according to Mad Maxine what those Border Agents were doin’ to illegal immigrants.  My mercy, the media said they were usin’ whips on the unlawful people enterin’ the country.  The photographer even said that the reins of the horses were not bein’ used as whips.  Believe the truth?  Nah, stir up a hornet’s nest is more to their likin’.  Now the agents can’t even ride horses as that’s no way to treat an illegal.  As my ol’ Grandma used to say, “Lord, help us through the jungles.”

       A fellow by the name of Forrest Bryant Johnson once said, “Everyday the wilderness shared some new experience.”  We have to remember that this ol’ world is a wilderness through which we must travel to get to the Promised Land; that land of glory we call Heaven.  All kinds of things happen, some bizarre, some devastatin;, some downright evil, and the enemy seeks to thwart our journey either to stop it, or at least hinder it.  Pard, we need to face up to the fact and sit tall in the saddle as we travel.  The Lord goes with us!

       Say, Pard as you check yur cinch, I want to tell yuh that a new book is on the market at Amazon.  It’s a story of vengeance and action, and of healin’ and love.  Grab a copy for your fall readin’.  The title is “Twisted Tree.”

          Vaya con Dios.

                         –Elmer Kelton

 

Mornin’ Pard, come on in.  Sorry I didn’t wait for yuh this mornin’ but I surely wanted a cup of coffee.  Don’t be frettin’ none, I made a whole pot and if’n that one goes dry I can always make another.  Wanted that early coffee Pard, so that was the first thing on my mind.  There’s several things stirrin’ ’round up there.

       Of course today is a solemn day, or at least it should be.  This country’s in trouble and that’s a fact.  In trouble in more ways than one.  My mercy, what has happened.  Today is Patriot Day–the day we remember that deadly attack on the Twin Towers.  The day that Isalmic jihadists took aim at innocent civilians.  Some of the things they are sayin’ out there today is just downright shameful and really don’t make any sense.  The “woke” crowd, and that bunch of snowflakes and twinkies say that 9/11 education should “avoid blame”.  There should be no name callin’, no attachin’ blame to any group of people.  They want a “live and let live” philosophy, but Pard, the other side don’t agree with that.  The “wokes” say that all the gruesome details of the event should be hidden.  In fact, the best way to discuss what happened on 9/11 is not to discuss it at all.  Pard, almost makes me want to cry at their foolishness.  With what has just happened and is happenin’ in Afghanistan how can/did we become so complacent?

       Another thing that just jerks my jaws was what the President said the other day in a speech.  He said, “We’re going to protect vaccinated workers from unvaccinated co-workers.”  Now, Pard, I ain’t no genius, but look at that statement.  If a person is vaccinated, and if the vaccination is supposed to work why in the world do they need to be protected from the unvaccinated?  Now, that one’s got me scratchin’ my head.  Yuh seein’ why I needed to be drinkin’ my coffee before yuh showed up.  Foolishness abounds; stupidity is held high on a pedestal–of course, them folks that are doin’ it don’t have a clue, or, hmmm, it’s part of a diabolical agenda.

       Take a deep swallow, for I’ve got another one for yuh.  I saw that some wise-guy professor,  (I don’t really know what it is that he professes) said that apple pie is racist.  Now, that one kinda dumb-struck me.  It was all about something from the Columbian Exchange, the whiteness of the crust, and the slave labor producin’ the sugar.  My how some folk get hung up on what took place a couple hundred years ago.  Shows their purposeful ignorance, which is stupidity, because there is more slavery today than ever before in history.

       Pard, we just keep goin’ on.  Coffee to soothe the gizzard, then we move forward.  Saddle up and head out to do the work of the day for that’s what the Lord expects of us.  We leave things, and that means our lives in His hands.  We get the job done, and Pard, that means yuh have to check yur cinch.

        Vaya con Dios.