This coffee ain’t for newborns, son. It’ll either kill you or make a man of you. Help yourself.”
–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.