He boiled a big pot of iron bottom coffee and was cautioned not to put too much water in it, meaning, make it strong.”
–Gordon Rottman (The Hardest Ride)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard. Busy mornin’, no time for preachin’, pontificatin’, prophesyin’, or politicizin’. I have to be downtown as I am on the square to display, and hopefully sell some of my books. Folks need to have something wholesome and entertainin’ to read; get their nose out of the news. I met a lady in the Farmers’ Market the other day an’ she said my books were so delightful to read and she purchased six more. Made me happy, so I gave her a big smile.
One thing, Pard, don’t mean to be stoppin’ yuh from yur slurpin’. That must mean yur dry or the coffee’s good. But I tolt yuh ’bout folks that whine and those with the Peter Pan Syndrome a few weeks back. Well, I saw somethin’ last week that made me shake my head. Here we go, don’t be droppin’ that cup or yu’ll go a week without coffee. “Parents are anxious, lonely, overwhelmingly stressed…” What I read continued, “People keep coping until they absolutely can’t, and parents are at the breaking point. Why aren’t politicians treating this as an emergency?” Give me a break! I had to shake my head, what’s the matter with people? But then, I stopped an’ thought for a moment–they don’t have Christ in their lives.
Ahhh, gotta be swallerin’ down fast. Burns all the way down the gullet. That’s all we need is the politicians gettin’ involved more with the family. Why there’s already a move to pass laws sayin’ that children belong to the State. My mercy, if that ever passes. I hear things like, “adultin’ is so hard,” or “I need to take a break from adultin’.” My land, grow up. Listen, my folks raised me so that I could handle life. Raise yur kids right, quite yur whinin’, if yur stressed ’bout yur kids, get on yur knees and start prayin’ for them, and, oh, don’t forget to discipline them properly. Don’t lavish them with unneeded and foolish gifts. Don’t give in to their every whim. Remember, they don’t run the house.
See, Pard, and I’ll shut up–folks are too selfish. They don’t want to take the time to be quality parents. Yuh see, parentin’ and adultin’ means responsibility. If’n they’re not around then they think that givin’ them gifts will make up for it. Well, that’s about it. The pot’s empty, time to be headin’ out. Yep, Pard, the steel mount is packed, an’ I’ll be checkin’ my cinch.
Vaya con Dios.