–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.

                         –Luke Short  (Ride the Man Down)

 

Howdy there, Pard.  I’ve got the coffee brewing–gonna brew it up strong, yuh know?  Go ahead and sit yurself down first, sometimes life makes one feel like that battered up ol’ coffeepot.  Beat up, grungy, dented, but yuh know what?  Still able to brew a strong pot; still able to hold liquid; still able to satisfy.  The ol’ apostle, Paul, speaks of bad vessels and vessels of honor.  Well, at times, I’m hopin’ (and feelin’) that I’m an ol’ coffeepot ready to cheer a soul’s gizzard.

       This ol’ demonic virus is wearin’ on folks.  Whether it’s a freak of nature or from the labs of China, it had its beginnin’ in the pit.  The devil wishes to use it to destroy, to maim, to divide, to confuse and he’s sittin’ ’round with glee.  He’s tryin’ to bring disunity to the church and within the body of believers.  He’s dancin’ for joy when he sees another one succumb to this destructive virus.  

       Is this thing tryin’ to get yuh down?  Go to the Lord.  Is it causin’ weariness to the body, mind, and soul?  Go to Jesus.  Is it causing yuh to be perplexed over it and yuh keepin’ askin’ “why, why, why”?  Go to the Lord.  Don’t understand?  That’s all right, the Lord has the keys to the grave; He defeated death.

       Drink it up, Pard.  There’s some still in the pot.  Go ahead, take the last drop, I can always brew up another pot.  Don’t be a-frettin’ yurself so much ’cause that feller Fauci says there is now a “mu” variant of the virus.   The chorus of an ol’ song comes to mind written by W. B. Stevens.

 

               “Farther along we’ll know all about it,

                Farther along we’ll understand why;

               Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine,

               We’ll understand it all by and by.”

 

Do the best yuh can to be livin’ in the sunshine even if there is darkness and despair around.  An’ if’n it gets too bad, tighten yur cinch and head to the cleft in the Rock of Ages.

            Vaya con Dios.