I gulped some of the coffee and set it down. I could only handle a couple of swallows at a time.”
–Patrick Lindsay (Pike Hardy)
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard. Here we are in March already, two months down. My mercy, what happens to the time? The weeks, the months, and now the days just seem to fly by. Have breakfast coffee and yuh look at the clock an’ it’s already time for the mid-mornin’ coffee break. Whooooeeee…
Don’t yuh be a-frettin’, my coffee’s jist fine. Yuh can swaller all yuh want, an’ yuh don’t have to be spittin’ it out. Pard, I read that an’ it made me think of most of the bureaucrats I’ve listened to an’ seen. Yuh can only handle a couple of swallers of their guff at one time. Makes yuh want to do more than spit it out. Some ol’ boy was sayin’ that yuh can make a good case out of nothin’, if yuh disregard evidence. Now, ain’t that the truth. Some of them politickin’ burueaucrats sure do play that to the hilt. Yuh wonder how some of them make it in life, but guess they have enough lies to get by in life. Yuh put the plain truth in front of some an’ they’ll sputter an’ fume. Some will get mad, some will jist huff an’ puff, whilst others will walk out. Walk out on the truth, now that jist don’t make no sense atall.
See, the coffee’s downright good an’ tasty. Now, I’ll admit, there’s some folk will add a little water to my brew, whilst others will put in some cow juice. Both change the flavor some. Pard, there’s jist some folk that add enough water, milk, or other liquid to the truth to make it palatable to what they want to hear. Goodness, jist look at what our Lord had to go through. No matter the truth He tolt to the powers-that-be, they wouldn’t believe Him ’cause they wanted Him to be followin’ their agenda. They’d rather believe the lies of their father–the devil. Ol’ Paul tolt us that folks would be runnin’ ’round with itchy ears. Well, Pard, that time’s upon us.
I’m beginnin’ to be understandin’ more of what the Lord meant when He done said, don’t be castin’ yur pearls before the swine. Those hogs will trample them in the mud, wallow on them, an’ if’n yuh try to find them they jist might be in the stomach of that hog, or so muddy yuh can’t be recognizin’ them. Well, some of those politicians do the same thing with truth. My, my, if’n yuh don’t think so jist lookee at the feller runnin’ for the senate in Texas. He’s got so much of the Scripture twisted up, yuh can’t tell Adam from Eve, nor Isaac from Thomas. Best be knowin’ the Word, stickin’ to it, guardin’ it, and teachin’ yur younguns the truth before it gets all fouled up by some mealy-mouth bureaucrat.
Say, the pot’s empty. Yuh must have been drinkin’ whilst I’ve been tryin’ to take care of problems. Yuh be mindin’ yur Ps and Qs, ride tall in the saddle, keep yur gun handy, and the Word in yur heart, and don’t let none of them bureaucrats be tellin’ yuh that in this modern, sophisticated, an’ technological age that yuh no longer need to be checkin’ yur cinch. That jist ain’t the truth.
Vaya con Dios.