After a quick search, he found the lukewarm coffee pot he had been told about and was happy to discover it was still half full. He didn’t bother with taking time to heat it, just poured himself a cup full, drank deeply of the chicory coffee, and filled the cup again.”
–Mel Odom (Matamoros Bull)
Pard, when I heard the news, if’n I’d been in the kitchen I’d have done a little cloggin’. Now it’s time to get to work gettin’ this country back on the right track–that is followin’ the Word of the Lord. Along with that delicious brew I reckon my liver is a tinglin’ along with the gizzard. I know it’s a democrat song, but my mind is goin’ to FDR’s “Happy days are here again…”
Go ‘head, take a deep swaller for I do have some bad news. It’s actually shameful news. My very most favorite store of all time says that they’re no longer goin’ to have a Christmas catalog. In fact, here are their words as to why, “in the spirit of inclusivity as it welcomes customers of all backgrounds, religions, and traditions to celebrate the season.” Bah–humbug! Pard, there goes my shoppin’ at Neiman Marcus. ‘Course they don’t have my style of boots and shirts, nor any decent sort of sombreros to choose from. Ha, gotcha. I don’t think I’ve passed through one of their stores ‘ceptin’ maybe once or twice goin’ somewheres else. But, Pard, what season is comin’ up? My mercy–it’s Christmas!
See, the enemy just won’t stop. Not only is he the great liar and deceiver, he’s full of jealousy. He can’t create, he can’t sit in the throne room, he can’t save a soul, all he can do is lie, steal, cheat, and destroy that which is good, or at least attempt to. Say Pard, let me ask yuh a simple question. Which is worse in yur mind: slavery or killin’ babies? Our country was split along geographic lines once with the slavery issue, but my land, Pard, ain’t killin’ as bad or worse? Add to that the abomination of the gay agenda and all its ramifications. Makes yuh just want to spit, but swaller first, don’t be a-wastin’ any of that coffee.
Yuh be celebratin’ the holy-days. I know they’ve shortened it to holidays, but yuh get my meanin’. First is comin’ the recognition of those who served our country, the veteran. All gave of their time and effort, many with their blood. Followed by Thanksgivin’, and don’t we have so much to be thankful for? Yuh know, I’m convinced that there are more blessin’s than there are problems, burdens, and troubles.
Now, don’t yuh be celebratin’ so much that yuh go off half-cocked an’ forget to check yur cinch. Fallin’ on yur noggin’ ain’t the best way to bring in the holy-days.
Vaya con Dios.