How’s about some more coffee?  I sure like your make of it.  Strong enough to tan your boots!’  The ex-cow-camp cook brought up a cup and the pot to the table.  ‘I oughta know how a cowhand likes it,’ he said.  ‘I’ve made coffee enough to drown a thousand head of steers!’”  
              –Louis L’Amour  (“More Brains Than Bullets”)

ZING!  My mercy, Pard, it’s already over!  January, I mean.  Can yuh believe it?  Let’s lift our cups of hot coffee in tribute to what has been.  Wooeee and the things that have happened!  Thinkin’ ’bout such things, I’m sure glad I made the coffee plenty strong this mornin’.  
    This ol’ fence post might be a little shaky because of the years, but one thing for sure I have even common sense to see what is happenin’ in this country ain’t good.  That bureaucrat who is leading this country is leadin’ it right down the tubes.  He is fully behind globalism…hmmm, isn’t that what the Antichrist will do, have a global government?  I think he is quite power-hungry!  He has issued three times as many executive orders as Trump, Obama, Bush, and Clinton combined.  Whew, with that thought I need another cup of coffee.
    I don’t understand it all, Pard, not sure I want to, but this ol’ world is headin’ right where the Lord wants to be goin’.  People get the kind of government they want, or think they want.  Then we have this smart-alek, has-been who makes a flippant statement telling the workers who lost jobs on the first day of this administration that they can make solar panels.  Nice guy.
    Another cup?  I see yur’s is empty.  Let me tell yuh, Pard.  No matter what comes about, the Lord is still my provider, and I’ll think I’ll tag along with Him.  He knows every obstacle on the trail.  Better trust Him now, for He’ll be the one who’ll help yuh pass through that dark veil over the Great Divide, unless that trumpet sounds and He comes to take us home.  Talk about ZING!  It’ll be faster than that; faster even than us drinkin’ that pot down to the dregs.
    Yuh be watching for there are evil folks along the trail.  Keep yur eyes on the horizon and on that eastern sky.  Hmmm, I sorta think that the angelic wranglers may be checkin’ the cinch on those horses in the heavenly corral ’bout now.
            

He had a frying pan and coffeepot in his saddle roll; and some bacon and a can of beans.  He boiled up the coffee, fried the bacon and heated the beans in the frying pan’s grease.  Having no other utensils, they took turns at the frying pan, using their pocket knives, and drank the coffee straight from the pot.”
            –Ernest Haycox  (Saddle and Ride)

Git yurself in here, Pard, before the hostiles see yuh.  I’m bein’ overdramatic, but yuh never know, there might come a day when we’ll be declared the hostiles.  Right now there are some sayin’ that folks such as you and me need to have our brains deprogrammed.  Hmmm, I don’t recall havin’ them programmed the first time.
    Speakin’ of hostiles, I have a print hanging up in my office by Fred Deaver, titled, “Hostile Sound.”  The ol’ boy sittin’ by the night’s fire hears somethin’ and is reachin’ for his Hawken rifle.  He was ready, alert, as we all should be, not just because the days are gettin’ more evil, however that is reason enough, but because the Lord instructed us to walk in this world, alert, wary, with courage and integrity.
    How’s the coffee?  It’s all the way from that country of New Guinea.  It and Kona are my two favorites.  Don’t pay the price of Kona only on rare occasions, but New Guinea, made strong, and drank black will sure enough help get yuh through the day.  Did yuh read what that ol’ boy Haycox wrote?  I’ve traveled many a mile with a coffeepot in the steel mount.  Stopped several times along the way to boil up a pot, plus kept it in case of desperate times.  When I lived up in northern country a person might not know when they might get caught in a blizzard.  I had some sterno, a little stove, coffee, water, and a pot to brew it up–just in case.
    Blizzard–kinda of what the bureaucrats are in now.  They can’t see their way to do anything but what is contrary to God’s Word.  They wander around gropin’ in the fog of the storm.  The ol’ guy they put in charge is a real case of lunacy in charge.  Be alert pard, there’s hostiles.  
    One thing, for certain, even with the nut and in the highest office of the land, he is allowed to be there by the Almighty, and for a reason.  Yuh know that could be scary if it wasn’t for the Almighty bein’ in charge.  ‘Bout like ridin’ out into a blizzard without checkin’ yur cinch.
     Vaya con Dios,

The others nodded their heads in agreement, looking into their coffee as their eyes glazed with their thinking and wondering.”  
              –B.N. Rundell  (Escape to Exile)

Come on in, Pard, I’ll get yur coffee.  I’ve been fightin’ a case of the gripe since Wednesday.  A fever?  No, not the grippe, the gripe!  No, it’s not the China virus.  The gripe!  Have you not ever had a gripe with someone or something?   I remember having the gripe once diggin’ out a tree stump, another time I was out fishin’ and got a terrible backlash in my reel–the gripe.  That’s when yuh get angry without sinnin’ and, Pard, at times it’s hard.
    See, yur ponderin’ what I said, for I see yuh starin’ in yur cup.  Or is there a gnat in it?  Don’t yuh strangle on it while swallowin’.  No, jist thinkin’ about the absurdity of our supposed leaders; bah, bureaucrats!  Another impeachment.  I would think with all the goin’s on in this country, Antifa, BLM, the virus, and other things they would have something better to do than fill their own ego.  Why, Pard, it’s already full of hatred and bitterness.
    More and more, I’m seein’ the truth of what Proverbs calls a “fool.”  More and more, in my ol’ age, I’m seein’ the scriptures bein’ fulfilled, that wickedness will abound in the last days.  Drink up, Pard, don’t mean to have yuh staring in yur cup, and yur eyes a-glazin’ over.  Perk up!  The Lord is in charge, so that’s why I got the hatred out.  The Lord told me to be workin’ at doin’ good where I’m at.  Keep my gizzard juice all sweet.  Too many other ailments in this ol’ body so sure don’t need the gripe.
    Pard!  Stop!  Yur gonna make me gripe at you!  Check that cinch!  And don’t yuh be ridin’ where yuh shouldn’t be this week.  Stay away from things that might sour yur gizzard.
    Vaya con Dios.

I settled down with a small fire, the air now turning brisk, and sipped at my coffee looking up at the stars.”
              –D. C. Adkisson  (The Shepherd)

Ha,ha,ha, don’t mind me Pard, I’m just singin’.  “Awomen, see the little baby, awomen; lyin’ in a manger, on Christmas mornin’, awomen, awomen, awomen.”  Ha,ha,ha; if it wasn’t so sad, it would be hilarious.
    Come on in, Pard, the coffee’s waitin’ for us.  My, my, what a week it’s been.  It’s already started and Biden hasn’t even been sworn in yet.  I wonder if at a restaurant if we’ll have our choice of womenu or menu?  Yuh know, I make fun of it, and it is rather silly, but on another note it is downright serious.  Making jest of God’s creation, man and woman.
    Then the riotin’ in D.C.  Another mess, and there’s something not quite right with what’s bein’ reported.  Oh, well, what can one expect from a country that no longer believes in or practices the Truth?  And now there’s another impeachment looming.  My goodness with only twelve days left, the House is going to waste time on impeachment rather than get down to business.  Well, that’s a paid bureaucrat for yuh.  Puttin’ yur money to good use.  What I see is hatred in action.
    I don’t know about you, Pard, but this ol’ boy is goin’ settle back, enjoy the woods and wildlife that come a-visitin’, and enjoy my coffee.  Ahhhh, not goin’ to let the media trouble my ol’ gizzard–I’ve been keepin’ it calm and soothed, and plan on keepin’ it that way.
    Along with good coffee, keepin’ things simple, the Lord’s been fillin’ my heart with songs.  Join me, “I’m gonna cling to His precious hand, and I know my Lord’s gonna lead me out of the pilgrim land.”  Yeehaw!  Just have to put a hearty end to it.  I would have said “Amen,” but don’t want to be gettin’ myself into trouble.
    Yuh be watchful now as yuh travel the roads out there.  Don’t be a-frettin’, just be rememberin’ that the Lord has everythin’ under control.  Why even if yur cinch slips, He’s there with yuh.
    Vaya con Dios.