He dried his hands on his apron and picked up the coffee pot. Without speaking, he filled a thick white mug with coffee and put it on the table. The kitchen smelled of woodsmoke, steam, and the fresh coffee.”
–Louis L’Amour (Guns of the Timberlands)
Mornin’, Pard. Yuh know one of the finest words that can be spoken is “Coffee’s ready.” I can tell by yur smile and holdin’ out the empty cup that yuh agree. Let me get the pot an’ I’ll fill it up right quick.
Pard, I’m glad to see yuh have some common sense. Yur careful with yur spurs. Yep, the missus don’t care much for the kitchen floor to be gouged by a pair of spurs. But the point of the matter is that all it takes is some common sense to do what’s right. An’ let me tell yuh somethin’–common sense is a rarity in these days an’ it’s gettin’ even more rare. Folks don’t know if they’re a-comin’ or a-goin’ and I reckon most of them don’t rightly care whichaway they’re a-walkin’. Seems like ol’ Daniel said somethin’ ’bout folks runnin’ to and fro if’n I’m recollectin’ right.
Here’s one for yuh Pard, I’m tellin’ yuh I can’t be makin’ this stuff up. One of them there celebrities, a star from what I’m tolt, but to tell yuh I can’t remember who. Yep, the idea is that a marriage contract is good for only five years; it can then be dissolved, or renewed for another five years. Goodbye to “death do us part.” Well, Pard with all the divorce that concept is already on the way out. Many just quit and give up when the goin’ gets a little rough. Yuh know, it might just be the time that the other pardner needs the help of th’ other the most, then he or she goes and quits. Just think if when we were havin’ ourselves a bad time, maybe we didn’t use common sense an’ check our cinch and we fell on our noggin’ an’ the Lord said, that’s enough. Yuh just don’t learn. Why, if’n I’m a-layin’ on the ground, the dust gettin’ up my nose an’ in my eyes, I need Him more than ever to reach down an’ pick me up.
See, here’s what I’m a-seein’. Folks just want to do what they think is right an’ not to be a-worryin’ ’bout the needs of others. Take a drive an’ see how many folk out there obey the laws. They drive like they want to, ignorin’ all the safety signs, and common sense in drivin’. They jist want to be a law onto themselves. Let me do my own thing–that’s their cry. That’s why we see the victim often becomin’ the perpetrator in some of these events. Right is what they want it to be, not what it is, an’ I’m a-tellin’ yuh Pard, it’s goin’ to come to a climax when that man of lawlessness gives them what they want–lawlessness. Yep, there’s comin’ a day when the Holy Spirit won’t be guidin’ men’s thoughts an’ actions, and it’s goin’ to be sure enough anarchy. That is, until the antichrist puts his own laws down. Whoooee, Pard, sure glad I’m not goin’ to be around when all that pollutin’ stuff takes place, but yuh see now how we’re movin’ into it?
Sorry, I’m been spewin’ so much this mornin’ but it’s ’cause I”ve been stewin’ in my mind over some of these tomfoolery things. I see it didn’t stop yuh from guzzlin’ the coffee. That’s alright, Pard, makes me smile; I’m glad yuh liked it. Yuh be havin’ a good week!
Vaya con Dios.