He flicked his tin cup toward the fire, the coffee that was in the cup making a sizzling sound as it struck a burning cottonwood limb.”
–Wayne D. Overholser (Day of Judgment)
Pard, we lived in a self-centered, insane world. Here, sit yurself down, so’s I can unload on yuh. Don’t be frettin’ I’m gonna pour yuh a cup first. Great stuff this mornin’, all the way from Portugal. My son-in-law was there on a mission’s trip, and thinks enough of me to bring me a pound of coffee. And see, I’m sharin’ it.
But back to my point of what I want to be gettin’ at. There are plenty of proud people walkin’ around in this world, struttin’ like a peacock. But what is gettin’ back are those arrogant prideful people who take it up to the next step. That’s where a peacock in all its plummage thinks it’s an eagle. It’s all around so don’t think yuh can be escapin’ it. Let me give yuh a prime example. Yesterday mornin’ I was drivin’ the ol’ blue steel mount on a two lane road. A car came up behind me and started to pass–pass where there is no passin’. Why if’n a car had been comin’ up the hill from the other side that man would have been in a world of hurt, along with the guy passin’ me and he would have took me right along with him.
Now why would a man take a foolish chance like that and on top of it break the law? It has to be arrogance. The idea that “I can do what’s I want to do, and phooey on you.” Pride is a deadly sin. A man who thinks more of himself than he ought is a dangerous man. Go ahead and swaller yur coffee, I’m goin’ to continue to rant for a spell. Man wants to be his own god, that’s shown right off the bat back in the Garden. “You shall be like God!” came the voice of ol’ slewfoot, and Adam and Eve reveled in that thought.
Hold on a minute Pard, I’m gonna drink this down and pour me another cup. Can I get yuh a refill? I found out somethin’ else last week. I was readin’ some news. Accordin’ to one of them know-it-alls, man can get pregnant and have a baby. When she was challenged the woman got all huffy–arrogant and stated that she was most definitely right. The problem was that they were not communicatin’. She was talkin’ about someone who was “trans”, ah. yur’ gettin’ the picture now. Her opponent said that there were only two biological sexes. She wanted to argue more. See, Pard, crazy, insane, arrogant. Yep, Pard, it’s what that ol’ preacher Paul wrote, “Professing to be wise, they became fools.”
Seems like all I can do anymore is shake my head at all the foolishness that seems to be aboundin’. A man can get pregnant, because he is not really a man, but a woman who thinks she is a man, therefore she is. Am I makin’ any sense? How long, oh Lord, how long?
Pard, I’ve known folk who sneer when I remind them they ain’t king of the saddle. That they have to stoop down a bit to check that cinch first. No use tryin’ to do any hard ridin’ with a loose cinch, but Pard, doggone they will give it a try. At least yur not arrogant when I remind you.
Vaya con Dios.