Suave molecules of Mocha stir up your blood, without causing excess heat; the organ of thought receives from it a feeling of sympathy; work becomes easier and you sit down without distress to your principal repast which will restore your body and afford you a calm, delicious night.”
–Talleyrand
Here we are again, Pard. A day the Lord has made, good strong coffee, and a friend to start it off. Oh, Talleyrand? Well, Pard, he was one of them “frogs” from years gone by. I jist thought I’d add some sophistication to our conversation. One thing ’bout ol’ Talley–he was a survivor. Yep, made it through that there French Revolution, and yuh talk ’bout liberal thinkin’, the Reign of Terror, Napoleon’s reign, and was at the Congress of Vienna after ol’ Nap was exiled. I’m sure he was a bonafide conniver of the first order.
Ahhh, good coffee. With all the happenin’s of the past week, yuh jist gotta enjoy what yuh have whilst yuh have it. I think it was James Michener, who by the way migrated to Texas, who said, “War makes good men better and bad men worse.” In other words, it brings out the best and worst in men. Pard, with the devastation that’s been happenin’ an’ especially here in Texas we’re a-seein’ that. Tragedy brings out the best in men and also the worst. People are doin’ all kinds of good in the aftermath of that terrible floodin’ that took place. People are givin’, donatin’, and jist a-gettin’ out an’ workin’.
Yeah, but Pard, there are those jerks, usin’ this catastrophe for political means, for evil, for lyin’ and tryin’ to get their agenda followed. Some of them are public officials who ought to be jerked by their suspenders an’ thrown on their can out in the street. Blame throwin’ and outright lyin’, whilst not carin’ ’bout those who died nor their families. That’s outright evil. An’ leave it to the media, those loud-mouthed liars whose father is the devil himself. Instead of soothin’, they’re a-throwin’ gasoline on the fire just to be gigglin’ at the flare up. Fools!
Now, Pard, I’ll admit there are some good folk in the media, but for some reason their voice ain’t as loud. Add to that the anti-law, those lawless people who are attackin’ our policemen, federal agents, and border control. I hand it to them, they’ve got the patience of an oyster. Lawlessness–Pard, there’s comin’ a day when the “man of lawlessness” will be takin’ over. Sure glad I’ll be up eatin’ at that glorified supper in heaven. It’s a-goin’ to be chaos down here on earth when that’s a-takin’ place.
Until then, Pard, we’ll go onward and upward ev’ry day. Enjoyin’ our coffee when we can, stayin’ alert always, and bein’ the good folk that the Lord intends us to be whilst we wait His comin’. Yuh ride straight an’ sit yur saddle tall, an’ if’n yuh do that yuh most likely won’t forget to keep yur Bible near, yur gun oiled and loaded, and checkin’ yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.