The kitchen was lighted by one coal-oil lamp, and the table was set for breakfast with a blue and white checkered cloth. I got the coffeepot and a cup and went to the table.”
–Louis L’Amour (The Man From the Broken Hills)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard, come on in this kitchen, the coffee’s hot and strong. Trust yuh had yurself a good week. I’ve kept some busy with the family and all that goes on. Whooeee, today is a big day, one that’ll never pass this way again. The middle granddaughter becomes officially a legal adult. My doesn’t time fly!
Ahh, that is pretty good coffee this mornin’ if’n I do have to say so myself. Yur too busy guzzlin’ yuh don’t have time for compliments. Pard, let me tell yuh something. I read, and there’s so much with the politikin’ that I’m not sure if’n it’s true or not, but I read where there is a Congressman, one of them bureaucrats without much sense, who has filed articles of impeachment against President Trump.
First of all, his constituents should take him out behind the woodshed and smack some of that silliness out of him, and anyone else who would go along with such nonsense. Hold on, I need a swaller. Ahhh, let me tell yuh Pard, to have another impeachment is a travesty. Sometimes the spirit of slap comes on me and things just jerk my jaws. To impeach would for one thing be a waste of time. ‘Course that’s what many of these big-mouthed bureaucrats want–waste time. They don’t know how to do any real work and that includes their politikin’. Waste time of a fool’s errand when they should be workin’ to solve the problems of the country.
Another thing, it’s a waste of the taxpayers’ money. Wastin’ time is wastin’ money. Big salaries for wastin’… An’ Pard, let me give yuh another reason. That’s just poor stewardship of the peoples’ trust. Yep, wastin’ this and wastin’ that on a somethin’ that isn’t goin’ to happen. Folks who are elected are supposed to be smart, but this fool is only a smart-alek. Doesn’t he know how many votes it takes for a conviction?
Pard, there’s folks that are upset over bein’ let go from their jobs. They were livin’ on easy-street, but now they have to produce more than just spiel their words. Yuh know if yuh throw a rock in a pack of dogs the one who yelps is the one who was hit. Just like these bureaucrats who haven’t produced in the last four years–they’re doin’ some yelpin’. Those out for selfish-gain are hurtin’, and more than that the Lord is lookin’ down watchin’ the proceedin’s as well. Read the prophets and some of the indictments the Lord has against those in charge is just that–selfish-gain, along with cruelty, false scales, risin’ prices that affect the common folk and poor, economics that take a toil on the needy. Yep, there’s a lot of yelpin’ goin’ on.
Well, ‘nough of that speechifyin’. The pot’s empty, my jaws are relaxed from the coffee and from the yappin’. Oh, Pard, one more thing. If’n yuh listen too much to that woke stuff, pretty soon they’re be a-tellin’ yuh that yuh don’t have to be a-checkin’ yur cinch. Don’t believe such stuff.
Vaya con Dios.