As long as there’s coffee and food, I’ll be a happy man.”
–Donald L. Robertson (The Loyal Star)
Hold the cup, whilst I finish pourin’. Don’t want to pour it on yur arm, yuh might get scalded. Yuh be a sippin’ whilst I pour my cup. Yuh needn’t be expectin’ me to be spoutin’ off this mornin’. Nope, gonna hold my piece. Ain’t gonna say nothin’ ’bout them moronic dummies in New York. They’ll soon be wallowin’ in the mire of their own makin’ so ain’t gonna be mentionin’ it. Ahh, but the coffee is good.
Shore hits the gizzard jist right don’t it? Pard, keep enjoyin’ it and don’t expect me to say nothin’ ’bout the foolishness of the Mexican President when she said that fighting a war against drug cartels is unlawful because it would violate the rights of drug traffickers and it would be fascist. Nope, ain’t gonna say nothin’ regardin’ that absurd statement. Not gonna say nothin’ ’bout the craziness that is goin’ on in the world. Ahhh, but don’t that coffee hit the spot?
“Nother cup, shore Pard, comin’ right up. Got it sittin’ right here on the stove top. Glad to see yur enjoyin’ it an’ not wantin’ me to be spewin’ political nonsense at yuh. Nope, puttin’ the urge aside. Those liberal left-wing democrats who are keepin’ the government shut down, don’t deserve mentionin’ from an ol’ fence post like me. Seems like stupidity is still at large in those marble halls of Congress. Say, Pard, did yuh ever think about if’n we had a parliamentary government like the UK that Pelosi would have been prime minister? See there are things to be thankful about our government despite some of the foolish an’ demented people in it. An’ aren’t yuh glad I kept back my urges to spout off? Ahhh, sure glad that the coffee is good this mornin’.
Pard, I’m just a happy man. Like ol’ Robertson, happy, happy, happy. Why shore there are things that need fixin’. Shore there are fools all around. Shore there are the lazy bums that want nothin’ more than a handout. Shore, as the Lord told us, the poor will be with us always, and I’ve always reckoned that He didn’t jist mean the poor in the wallet, but the poor in character as well. Yep, got a sweet wife, who bakes me pies and other sorts of goodies and fixes superb meals. She bakes bread, slices me off a piece, butters it, an’ sometimes puts some jam or honey on it. Yep, I’m a happy man. Got a good family. Ahh, but ain’t the coffee good!
Good coffee, good food, good fellowship, my mercy, what more is there? Yuh be havin’ a good week. Ride straight and tall, let folks know yuh’re a-ridin’ for the Lord. Keep yur gun oiled and handy, have yur Bible read, and be checkin’ yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.