There might be some coffee in the pot and it was a good time to think, to try to put it all together.”
–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.