"herd" ...ain't too many'd know what that one meant! LOL.

JC seems to have dropped her quest, I'm sorry to say. She gets busy and then when she gets a minute, she goes on these 'binges' like that. She had a website up at one point!

'Course, I don't want the job any-damned-way, however, if elected, I will serve! :cl:

I'm real glad to se ya back, Marine. Real glad.

Morning Coffee
 

'Mornin' folks! How the hell are ya this mornin'! Coffee's on, and it's good and hot and strong! Ya best get yerself a cup and get yer eyes open some, I'd reckon. Grab yerself a seat and get yer head wrapped around yer day before ya head out! Paper'll be along after a bit. Keep yer hands offa the funny pages will ya?

Well, poop. I slept like a rock. Now I woke up and I feel like a rock. Rocks are pretty smart sometimes. Just read B.C. inna mornin?. If rocks can think like that, it gives ya hope fer you, don?t it! So what?re we a visitin? over this mornin?, anyway? I don?t have a clue, myself. How ?bout I just open the dictionary and pick two words at random and see where we go from there? Yeah I know. It?s a party trick, but you have fun with it, and I usually learn somethin? along the way. How about geraniums and lecturns? Oh, I spelled that wrong. It?s lecterns. What? Ya don?t think I can do it, do ya? Some of you been a visitin? with us fer awhile are a sayin?, ?Just where in hell his he a goin? with it this time?? Gimme a minute here. I just had an idea?now what was it? Well, where?d I put my smokes. I gotta think on this a minute. ?somethin to do with? oh, there?s my coffee. Man, that?s good stuff, ain?t it? I was thinkin? so hard I fergot where I put my cup. Seein?s how I always put my coffee inna same place inna mornin?, that?s sayin? somethin?.

Let?s see. Geranianiainums and lectures, I mean lecterns. Nope, ain?t gonna be too awful much on where them words came from. They call that etymology or some such. ?Means, ?Where?d them words come from anyway?? Anyway, Ya ever really lookit a geranium? A good healthy plant is somethin? else. They an get real big and they?ll have a lot of real pretty and real nice smellin? flowers on ?em, but they take some takin? care of, don?t ya know. I?ve seen some of ?em get just huge fer any kinda flower. If things ain?t just right , though, when they get started they can die on ya petty quick, too. Dang quick! Kinda like thoughts and ideas, don?t ya know. Now some of ya are ahead of me, so you can go to readin? the sports and editorials if ya wanta. The rest of ya pay attention some. If we?re real lucky this won?t turn into a real big train wreck by the time I?m done with ?er.

Thoughts and ideas are like them geraniums. Feller gots to write ?em down so he don?t ferget ?em sometimes. Even the smart folks write thoughts and ideas down somewhere some way, don?t ya know. That way when they gotta take a break, they can come back to it and pick up where they left off. Thoughts and ideas, well, some of ?em are worth the time and trouble to deal with. Ya gotta take care of ?em though, or they?ll die on ya. If?n ya ain?t just real careful they can get real big on ya, sometimes quite by accident! You can tell a good idea, too. It just smells nice, if ya know what I mean. Ya get to lookin? ?er over, she?ll be a lookin? pretty, too. Oh, the lectern thing? I?m glad you asked! I was just getting? to that. See, the basis of the word lectern is ?to read? lecture and lectern kinda go together sometimes, don?t ya know. Folks a readin? and a sharin? their ideas with other folks, so that everyone can get a good look at the idea the feller has and see if it looks pretty and smells good. Main point of havin? a lectern is fer a feller to have a place to put his scribblin?s while he?s a readin? ?em to folks.

Just like with geraniums in their pots or in their spot inna garden, so is a lectern to sharin? good thoughts and ideas about things. If ya handle everything just so, it all comes out lookin? pretty special and other folks like the results. Now here?s the kicker. This is where yer dreams start. With thoughts and ideas. When it all comes together, it?s pretty as a picture and sweet smellin? as a whole buncha flowers. ?and folks like the results.

Warm up yer coffee, folks! It?s a new day! It?s a new opportunity! We got another chance to get ?er right! We got another opportunity to get ?er all sorted out. Make sure ya take advantage of it, why don?t ya?

A wise fellow once told me "Ifin you have a good idea and don't share it then how can it be good". Like the flowers they (and the one doin all the work) are better appreciated when adimired and enyoyed by many.

'Mornin' folks! How the hell are ya this mornin', anyway? Coffee's on and it's good and it's hot! Ya best grab a cup and cop a squat somewhere. Paper'll be along directly, I reckon. No, I don't care about the rest of the paper. I just want the funny pages!

Well, I was thinkin' about doin' some alliterative verse this mornin', but that takes too much thinkin'. (?that takes too much thinkin?? was alliteration, although it wasn?t really verse. Come on, get yer eyes open!) I feel like bein' lazy. Yeah, Humper I know what that word means and I done used it before, too. 'Course, I like alliterative verse when Dr. Suess did it, don?t ya know. "One Fish, Two Fish. Red Fish, Blue Fish." If ya haven't read it lately, I surely do recommend it! One of the funniest books ever written, in my humble opinion. No, I was gonna do the same thing today I did yesterday as a matter of fact. Some of ya liked me doin' that party trick about takin' two words at random and makin' sense out of 'em. Where's that Random House dictionary, now...

I don't know what the dictionary was doin' over by the Ol' Lady's stuff. She always asks me how to spell stuff... No. I can spell. I just can't type is all. Well, I can spell most times, anyway! m.o.s.t. t.i.m.e.s. See? Oh, hell, they can't all be funny! Let' see...paisley and glassful. Ooops! That might be a tough one! Well, the easy way is that some folks like paisley, and they gotta be seein' things inna glass is full sort of way to like it, but that's just me. Let's look fer another one, what say? COMSAT and parsonage. That's a might easier there. I can do that one. Oh, paisley? It's more of a pattern on cloth than a color, really. Ask yer wife or yer Mom. They'll know.

Anyway, COMSAT was a business the government set up to look after alla the satellites inna sky over the earth. No, ya can't see alla the satellites inna sky with the nekkid eye. Most all of 'em ya gotta have a telescope of some kind. So, we have a scientific business set up by the government, that's a keepin' an eyes on things we put up inna air, to make sure they don't fall on our heads. That's kinda worrisome fer some reason, ain't it? Then we have the word parsonage. ...boy, I could make a lot of folks mad with this one, I'm a tellin' ya! I could go a lot of different ways with that one, too, come to think of it. A parsonage is a place where the parson, or the parish priest, the preacher, the minister or whatever, lives. The church owns it, the preacher?s don?t, by the way. Saves on the preacher?s taxes some, and if the church provides the house, they ain?t got to pay him as much, either. Now, some of them houses they live in is kinda plain, and some of ?em gets downright fancy, ya know.

Now, a parson?s job is kinda like a shepherd?s. He?s supposed to be keepin? an eye on his flock, they call it. That mean?s you and me are the flock. He?s supposed to make sure they?re all taken care of, and makin? sure they?re all healthy and a eatin? right and such as that. Most of them preachers ain?t, but that ain?t what we?re talkin? about here?or is it? Anyway it?s pretty easy to see some likenesses about that ol? COMSAT program and what have you, and then lookin? at parsonages. Ya get to lookin? up there at the sky, kinda like some of them preachers do, and ya be lookin? fer stuff ya can?t really see with the nekkid eye. Ya kinda take it on faith that there are satellites up there, don?t ya know. Shinnin? metallic angels a lookin? down on ya to make sure yer a doin? alright and such as that. Ya got folks virtually a livin? in some of them buildin?s the government set up to keep an eye onna satellites, a tryin? to figger out just what they?re a sayin?, just like some of them folks inna parsonages do when they be lookin? at the sky, and both of be makin? some strange and arcane incantations to try and get what they want out of the universe at large.

Thing about a lot of parsons that I?ve noticed?they seem to like dressin? up real fancy and bein? recognized fer who they are as parsons and where they preach and what kind a buildin? they preach in. A lot of ?em done fergot to take care of the flock and are a real disappointed in ya if ya can?t show up in their buildin? a dressed up just the way they are. Then ya get them folks a playin? the same sort of games who live in them buildin?s the government put up to watch them satellites. They don?t much care fer folks who ain?t just like them or think the way they do, and they all kinda look down on the rest of us, metaphorically speakin?.

When a spiritual, cultural, or technological elitism appears in any environment, we have all become lost. Whether those persons aspire to the White House, or to livin? inna fancy buildin? and preachin? in an even fancier buildin??or sittin? in front of a computer screen a watchin? those shinny metallic angels we put in the sky and worship. Thing is, the flock them folks at COMSAT looked after was generally taken care of a bit better than the flocks most of them parsons look after. Oh, the word parson? Means ?person?, and a parsonage is just where another person lives. When we ferget that we are all just ?persons? onna face of this earth, no matter what we do fer a livin?, where we live, or who we know; we?ve missed somethin? important, I figger.

Well, I?ve had enough of that fer one day, I reckon. I?ll let you tie the rest of it up some.

Warm up yer coffee, folks! It?s a new day! We got a new opportunity to get ?er all sorted out, don?t ya know! We got another chance to get ?er right. Make sure ya take advantage of it, some.

Morning Coffee
 

Man, that coffee tastes good! Oh?

'Mornin' folks! How the hell are ya this mornin'? Coffee's on! Ya best get a cup and get some! Grab yerself a sit somewhere. Stay away from that easy chair, though. It'll get ya, I ain't a kiddin' none, either! Paper'll be along after a bit, I reckon. Keep yer paws offa the funny pages! I done told ya a hunderd times they're mine, ain't I? I got dibs on ?em!

Well, I slept in big time this mornin'. I meant to take a nap fer an hour and next thing I know it's near five o'clock inna mornin'! Man, that's gettin' up late! Feller ought to have had the stock fed, slopped, milked, and the tractors gassed up and greased by now. Good thing I don't have to worry about none of that, ain't it? Well, it's Friday, too, and I ain't gettin' paid fer any of this, so I got lazy, to be honest with ya. I ain't had a real day offa this fer a quite a spell, now. It's been interestin', though, that ain't no shit!

So what're we a visitin' over this mornin', do ya reckon? Ya want me to do that dictionary thing again? Alright, works fer me. ...Oh, shoot. That's gonna be a tough one! "Hound's tooth" and "reredo". Yup, it's a word in my dictionary, anyway. Has somethin' to do with screens and pictures and such they put up behind them altars (read: lecterns) at churches. I can do it, mebbe, but it's gonna be a might bit of preachin' in it to make this work out. Well, the one word is about churches and bein' churchified, ya know. 'Sides, Easter's nearly here and I ain't done any preachin' on it yet this year. "Reredo" is a pretty good start, I reckon. That word ain't pronounced the way it's spelled, either. Kind of a double blind thing a goin' on there...a screen to hide somethin', and then a word that ain't pronounced the way it's spelled to describe it? Oh, come on! I thought it was a pretty good pun, myself!

Ok. Hang on to yer hats, folks, I think I got 'er figgered out...sorta... We're back to patterns on cloth again in that hound's tooth thing, but it has been used inna vernacular to describe other things, folks and situations. "Crooked as hound's tooth," "sharp as a hound's tooth and just as mean" and the like. There's lots more, though about how to use the words hound's tooth, but we ain't goin' into alla that right yet. Be honest, I don't remember 'em all anyway. But what we're lookin' at today is a pattern...onna piece of cloth. Ok, so now we got a bit of an idea of hound's tooth, how about that other 'un?

"Reredo"?pronounce it kind like "re'R do", but all to once. Interestin' that the word is spelled that way, but we'll get there inna bit. That bit of cloth a hangin' there or onna screen behind the preacher in yer local preachin? and socializin? establishment kinda symbolizes somethin' to me that don't exist anymore. Seems to me that I remember a place inna Book that talks about the Veil separatin? things between the Most Holy, (behind where God hung out) and the flock or the congregation, was ripped in two. Top to bottom. ?Fore that, ?only folks could visit with God direct like, was the High Priest! Think about that one fer a minute. Folks now say that happened onna Friday. A day kinda like today, ya know. Seems God's boy had just bit the big one fer you and me while He was hangin' onna cross. There was an earthquake and the sun went dark and everythin'! ..and that Veil was ripped in two?from top?to bottom? The High Priest, a man among men, was out of a job, folks.

Well, I'll hit ya hard with this one and let you sort it out. Anywhere ya see folks hangin' stuff, or puttin' stuff in between you and God, even if it is just symbolically, yer bein' screwed with and played fer a fool. Anyone a doin? that to ya is crooked as a hound?s tooth and just as mean. The Spirit of God is yer teacher, now ya see. Only reason to pay any attention to ?em is to see if what they say is what the Book?s a sayin?. If it ain?t inna Book, they?re a lyin? to ya. That Veil is gone, folks. There ain't nuthin' separatin' you from God but sin. Just tell Him ya done screwed up, and know that it's all paid for already. God's boy paid up for ya already, and there ain't no Veil, there ain't no reredo or nuthin' between you and Him. Hell, you can sit down and visit with the Boss man just like you and me are doin'! ...and ain't that somethin'! Havin' coffee inna mornin' with God! Ya can't beat that with a big stick, I'm a tellin' ya!

A re-re-do. Tells me, no matter what some folks say, we got another chance to get 'er right! We got another opportunity to get 'er all sorted out. Ya can't beat that with nuthin' in my book!

Warm up yer coffee, folks! Get yer head wrapped around yer day before ya head out! It's a new day.

Easter, it, along with Valentines Day and Veterans Day make sense as national days of remembrance.

Morning Coffee
 

'Mornin' folks! How the hell are ya this mornin' anyway? Coffee's on, it's hot and it's good! Paper'll be along directly, I reckon. No it ain't here yet. Paperboy runs late on weekends around here.

I tried to set up coffee earlier this mornin', but I was so under the weather I couldn't get 'er done. So I went and took a nap. I went at 'er too hard on the garden and yard the other day is what happened. Anymore, doin' that sorta thing lays me low fer a few days if I ain't careful. 'Course, I reckon goin' three days with out much sleep didn't help none. Well, I was busy. I had things to do, don't ya know! The garden's lookin' good and it's startin' to turn out about the way I figgered it would when I redesigned it last fall. Lot's easier to take care of this way, too. Well, that mint wants to take over, but other than that, it's all good.

The one place I reckon I don't have too much balance in my life is when I get to workin' on somethin', or to figgerin' on somethin'. Nothin' else matters ?til I get a handle on it. It don't matter if it's just an idea or a thought, doin' spring cleanin', makin' coffee, or researchin' somethin'. When I get to goin', I ferget to stop fer a bit 'til I ain't got no more choice inna matter.

The other time I really get to goin' is when someone don't listen to the truth. Well, not the truth as I know it, but things I know to be factual. You know, things like the sun comin' up inna mornin' and stuff like that. I ain't real nice when some feller don't wanta face the facts and he wants ta keep on a lyin' and a believein' lies.

Some of you new folks around here don't know it yet, but this ol' hillbilly ain't quite near as ignorant as some folks like to think. I make a terrible hard effort not to spout off too much about things I don't know to be true and factual. When I don't know, I'll let ya know. If I'm wrong, I'll tell ya that, too, when ya show me I missed somethin' somewhere.

No, this is mostly leadin' up to a sweet little thing a hollerin' at me 'cause I went off somethin' fierce onna feller I know to be a liar. She figgers a man a talkin' about the Boss alla time the way I do shouldn't be actin' like that. Well, the Boss ain't nobody's kinda pussy, and His boy ain't either. Not by a long shot. One of the things that got them Priests a goin' over the Boss's boy was one time when He got mad and sat down and made Hisself a whip and started in a usin' it on folks that were inna big church in Jerusalem. Think about how long it takes to make a whip, and consider bein' mad alla way through the process, and then gettin' up and commencin' to whale on folks who're lyin' to ya and won?t stop a lyin? to ya. Ya see, they was more than a few of 'em a lyin' and a cheatin' folks there. Other times the Boss's boy called 'em all liars and thieves straight up and down and didn't mince no words about it. Then He proved to everyone that alla them priests and folks tied in with ?em was a lyin' and a stealin'.

There's another place inna book where some folks was proved to be lyin' when they was tryin' to make themselves out to be more than they was. If'n I remember right, they ended up droppin' dead fer actin' like that inna church.

Liars and lyin' are like weeds inna garden. Ya don't keep 'em cropped down, they'll take over. Then ya got nuthin' pretty left to look at or to take care of.

This is supposed to be the day that the Boss's kid was hangin' out inna tomb. He died provin' liars are liars and nuthin' good will come of 'em. He died to pay up fer those self same liars so that when they hadda change of heart, they might go on one day to live inna Boss's garden. Nuthin' but strength in that folks. True Christianity ain't fer pussys or liars or weaklin's.

I'm still tryin' to sort some things out, though. Seems the Boss's kid busted his butt fer three years a tryin' to get through to folks. He didn't sleep much either. He says to enter into his rest, but that don't mean there ain't things that needa be done. That enterin' into His rest ain't about physical rest much anyway. It's about what's in yer heart, mind and soul, ya see.

True Christianity ain?t weakness at all. There?s strength in it. The strength to shake the foundations of a world.

Well, it?s Passover weekend. A feller livin? inna ?Christian? nation oughta consider these things durin? such a time.

Warm up yer coffee, folks. It?s a new day! It?s a new opportunity! We got another chance to get ?er all sorted out. Make sure ya take advantage of it.

Morning Coffee
 

'Mornin' folks! How the hell are ya this mornin', anyway? Coffee's on and it's good and it's hot! Ya best get some and get yer eyes open before ya start yer Easter stuff. Paper'll be along after a bit I reckon.

Well, I can't help but go there, it bein' what folks call Easter and all. Yeah, I know I'm late again. Shut up. What? Well even I gotta sleep sometimes, whether I want to or not, ya know? Now shut up, I'm thinkin' here. Where was I...Oh, Easter stuff. A couple little ladies went to a tomb some two thousand years ago to get a body ready fer burial and it weren't there no more. Wasn't no way to get past the Roman guards, and the rock in front of the tomb took two grown men, a monkey, a lot of hard of work, and a few real big crow bars to move, so where'd the body go? Well, He done what need doin' and didn't need the tomb no more, so why stay there? Makes sense to me. The job's over with, time to move on to somethin' else! (The tomb was just a loaner, anyway. I figger if He thought He was gonna be there a spell, He?d a bought His own.)

He gots things to do, don't ya know. Things like gettin' ready to welcome folks to heaven, gettin' an army ready fer the last hoo-rah a fightin' Satan and his folks at the end of time, makin' sure folks a prayin' about half right get their prayers answered and what all. Well, first he hadda go around gettin' folks to see that He really was alive and well, and that everything He said was true. Even the folks who run around with Him didn't really believe He'd rise up onna third day?or they wouldn't a been nobody come down to clean up His body fer burial. 'Seen alla them wonderful things He did when He was runnin' around Jerusalem and a big chunk of the Middle East, and they didn't believe Him when He said they wasn't no tomb gonna hold him! Some people and their kids! Tell 'em and show 'em, and tell 'em and show 'em, and they still don't wanta believe ya. "I believe! I believe!"..."Where's His body? It was here the other day!" I'm a little slow myself sometimes, so them kinda folks a bein' saved gives me some hope, ya know?

Where's the body, indeed? It's all true what He said and done, and that's good enough fer me. Internal evidence and external evidence support the facts of the matter. What else do ya need? External evidence supportin' what the Boss's boy said and done? Well, we might get to some of that one of these days, mebbe.

Now some say this, and some say that, but I'll stick with the Book fer most of it, myself. The Apocrypha gots some good stuff in it fer readin' up on, too. You'll find alla that inna Catholic type of Bible. Well, there's some rumors say the Boss's boy was all over the place fer a few years after He came out of the tomb onna certain Passover Sunday. Myself, I figger there's plenty enough to keep a feller busy with what's inna Book. Why do I keep sayin' Passover? Well, I'm glad ya asked, but that means we're gonna be here a spell. Best settle in, if ya got time, and get comfortable. I ain't gonna go into all of it, 'cause there just ain't time a visitin' over coffee, but we'll touch on the main things, mebbe, time permittin'.

Ya see, Easter, or Ishtar, or anyone one of several variations onna theme there, is a heathen celebration and festival. It's all to do with fertility stuff. That's why we got Easter eggs and the Easter bunny. Heathen symbols of fertility. Lots of them so-called Christian celebrations are like that. Well, ya gotta understand some stuff inna Book first, but if it don't bother you none, and ya know what the real deal is, go ahead and celebrate it, I figger. The 'book' of Romans inna Book talks about eatin' meat or veggies and such as that. If ya don't know what the real deal is, or else it bothers ya, then don't do it, and don't do it in front of folks it does bother. Except fer some things lined out as bein' sinful to start with, the rest is all between you and the Boss man.

Ya see. The Boss and the Boss's kid figgers we're all Jews, now. The Jews are the ones who called us Christians. They was tryin' to keep us separate from them, politics bein' what it is and all. Now, bein' Jews...or even 'just' Christians, I figger we oughta be celebratin' the feasts of the Bible, myself, but that's just me. Alla those feasts are what they call "types and shadows" or archetypes of the gift that God gave in Christ. It's all there inna Book. It just so happens that the feast and celebration of Passover lined up with a couple-three certain heathen celebrations called Ishtar among other things...what we now know as Easter.

Shockin' stuff to some of ya, I know. 'Course some of them folks inna church never were real honest with themselves, let alone with you. It's all inna book. Do your own research. I wouldn't shit ya.

A lot of that arguin' folks do over religion don't matter a whit. Ya see...He is risen. It?s all over but the shoutin? and the horns a playin? now, don?t ya know.

Well, that?s a pretty quick and fast lookit all of it, but that?ll do fer visitin? over coffee inna mornin?, I?d say.

Warm up yer coffee, folks! It?s a new day! It?s a new opportunity! We got another chance to get it all sorted out! A feller just as well take advantage of it, I?d say.

Morning Coffee
 

'Mornin' folks! How the hell are ya this mornin' anyway? Coffee's on! It's good and it's hot and strong. I figger it oughta wake ya up a might! Ya best get some and cop a squat somewhere! Paper'll be along directly, I reckon. ...and yer damn straight keep yer hands off the funny pages. I ain't got a chance to study 'em yet!

Are we done preachin' fer a bit? Good. I don't mind doin' it, and there's a lot to visit over there, but some folks get a bit squirmy when I get to preachin' too much, if ya know what I mean. I ain't figgered that out yet. I'm just visitin' is all. It ain't like I'm handlin' rattlers or drinkin' arsenic or somethin' like that, after all. I got someone a wantin' me to visit over fergiveness one of these days, too, though. I got some figgerin' to do on it before I go off on it over coffee inna mornin'. The Federal Observer is back up and runnin'. They didn't just get a virus, they got hacked and it shut 'em down fer ten days. Jeff might fergive them folks one of these days, but I don't reckon he'll give 'em a chance to do 'er just that way again, either, don't ya know.

Some of the stuff we cover around here takes a bit of figgerin' on now and then. A feller can get pretty long winded tryin' to explain any of it about half right. Shoot, the things we go over, some folks write not just books, but dang near entire libraries about! Myself, I figger we're doin' pretty good coverin' what we do around here. Shoot, we got time. If'n we don't get a thing all figgered out one day, we'll get to 'er another, don't ya know. Some things they ain't no hurry about, long as yer figgerin' on 'em some.

Now, what were we a gonna visit over today, anyway? Well, shoot. I reckon ya want me to do that party trick again, don't ya? Where's my dictionary? Well, I saw field magnet and pentacle first, but that one'd take more time than we got left to talk about. I can make it work. Trust me! Now the center of a five pointed star is what a pentacle looks like. Kinda like lookin' down onna Pentagon from the sky, ya know, only we'd just be lookin' at the outlines. A field magnet is kinda sorta like a generator. It is a generator, really. Well, it's a part of what makes a generator work the way it does. I ain't no engineer, so that's as close as I can get on that one. Well, looks like I'm talkin' about, don't it? Just as well keep goin', I reckon.

Now, what a lot of folks call a pentacle has been around fer quite some time. It?s what we know as a star shape. The center normally representin? protection of some sort from the world around us. It goes way back into times some would consider almost pre-history. Now originally (to my mind anyway) it was one of the symbols used by the Hebrews to denote one of the seven seals of God?s doin?s. Supposed to represent the seven secret (major) names of God. Other folks have kinda used it fer denotin? other things here and there. None of ?em real bad to speak of, just different than bein? one of the seven seals of God is all. The five points onna star were to represent the Pentateuch in what is know often called judeo-christianity.

Dang. Looks like I?m preachin? again, don?t it? Ok, fine. We?ll go there then. Well, that simplifies matter some. What does a generator, or a field magnet inna generator do? Yep. Electricity. Light. Power. So we got the first five books of the Bible, the names of God and electricity and light and power. Hell, that was easier than I thought it?d be! Now if you can?t add alla that up, yer head?s hurtin?! Aspirin?s inna medicine cabinet inna bathroom!

Just so ya know, ya turn that star shape upside down, it means somethin? else entirely don?t know. No, it ain?t good either! Just the opposite of what most consider good as matter of fact.

Well, seein?s I been up fer a spell already, it?s about time fer a nap. I?m about all out of power fer one go ?round! My generator needs a break, don?t ya know! Make yerselves to home, and if ya figger on alla that fer a spell and can?t sort it out, gimme a holler later on. I?ll set ya up! Warm up yer cups, folks! It?s a new day! We got another chance to get ?e all sorted out! We got another opportunity to get ?er right. Make sure ya take advantage of it, will ya?

Morning Coffee
 

'Mornin' folks! How the hell are ya this mornin' anyway? Coffee's on! Ya best get a cup and get some! Feller's gotta get his eyes open some before he heads out, don't ya know. Paper'll be along directly, I reckon. I got first dibs onna funny pages to infinity! ...it'll take about that long before I get 'em all figgered out...

Anyway... What ya got goin' this mornin'? Anything? No? Well, alright, then. I done give ya a chance! Can't say I didn't offer, now, can ya? Well, I got to thinkin' some just a little bit ago, and I ain't got it all sorted out right, but I got an idea of where I want to go...I think... Had to do with somethin' I been a goin' through lately. No, it ain't that. That works fine and dandy! I ain?t used it lately, but that?s none of yer business. What it is, is tryin' to show some sort of sense of humor about things. Ya see, I kinda-sorta keep up on the news, and I try to do my little bit a readin' and researchin' somethin' every day, amongst all the other things we all have to do to get along in this ol' life. I hear from all kinds a folks about what they think about this or that and sometimes it all gets kinda wearisome.

Ya see...fer some silly reason, lots of other folks don't think quite the way I do about too much of anything, really. It don't matter how much I show 'em I'm a bit of a force to be reckoned with when it comes to talkin' about a matter, or when I show 'em what resources I used or where I got that particular silly-assed thought.. Some folks don't want to listen to some big dumbass hillbilly fer some reason, even if I throw in a bit of humor ,or just put it to 'em and be done with it. Facts, figgers, or what all, it don't matter. Now, not bein' the kind who never left the farm, I been down the road some and done seen a lot of different things and known a lot of different folks. I done a powerful lot of readin' over the years, too. I dare anyone of ya to keep up with me when it comes to readin' up on stuff! When I'm inna hurry, and even slightly familiar with the subject, I can hit fifteen hunderd words a minute or better when I'm readin'. Normally I read three hunderd to six hunderd books a year, even when I had an eight hour a day job, doin' the chores, visitin' with folks, and what not. I don't just read trash, either, although I don't keep up on grammar and math too awful much.

I get curious about somethin', I read and study everything I can get my hands on about it ?til I get a handle on it. Means I figger I understand things some, and I know why I think just the way I do about most anything. Well, women still got me buffaloed some, but that's another story. So, if ya get to visitin' with me and ya wanta argue some, I can argue with the best of 'em. If ya wanta discuss somethin', I'll stay well ahead of ya ?til ya prove ya know a bit more than I do about it. I?ll tell ya just when ya reached the end of my knowledge onna matter. Folks that know me will tell ya I do that, too. I don't care what ya got hangin' onna wall, who ya know, where ya live, or what ya do fer a livin'. Well, I'll let them doctors do pretty much whatever they want 'til they prove they're stupid, and then I get to tellin' 'em what's what.

Now, this ain't about you, Charles, or anyone in particular fer that matter. I been sortin' this through my head fer a bit now one way or another. I just ain't got it sorted out real good is all.

Now, knowin' I ain't the sharpest tool inna box, I'm just about smart enough to know I ain't always the smartest guy inna room. All that said... I know folks're folks and they're gonna do what they want pretty much when they want, and they're all free to think and not think if'n they wanta. What I have a hard time dealin' with is folks who won't, for any reason whatsoever, acknowledge the facts when they're laid out in front of 'em a piece at a time. That's livin' a lie to me!

Lyin? to yerself like that is the worst sort of sin, I figger.

Myself, I want to know the truth about things, don't matter what it is, or what it's about...and I know just enough about a buncha things to be able to figger out when someone's tryin' to fill my britches with cow manure. I can fill my own britches with bullshit just fine, thank you! Now, fun, games, and pranks aside, when folks are tryin' to buffalo me, I get a little uptight, 'cause I don't buffalo others. I don't lay a hand on 'em, I don't lie to 'em, and I don't let others get away with doin? it to me. I try to give the other feller room to be hisself, and I expect the same in return.

Thing is, there's some folks been tryin' to buffalo me here and there, or get down to name callin' and makin' accusations against me that ain't in no wise true, or they just keep tellin' the same lies over and over and over again. That's little kid stuff folks! Treat me like a little kid, that ain't near respectful in any way. That ain't even bein' respectful to yerself. Respect is a hard one folks. Before ya can respect anyone else, ya gotta have some respect fer yerself first. Lyin', cheatin' and stealin'...or bein' disrespectful to others, won't get ya there from here...and that's a fact. You can do alla that if ya want of course?just don?t expect to do any of it to me or around me any. I might say somethin? to ya that ya won?t like much. I?ll be nice the first two times, the third time, I?m gonna burn yer ears some, and if a Veteran Sergeant of Marines don?t know how to make yer ears burn, nobody does!

Now, I know I been long-winded this mornin?, but the funny thing is, I get to thinkin? that I?m a visitin? with folks in real time around here. So I know how I?d think when I was listenin? to someone drone on and on and on in the wee hours of the night. That?s when the funniest stuff I got to say happens, ?cause I know what I?d be thinkin?, and I very often respond to that little thought in my head?and that?s where the humor is found. Knowin? how ridiculous we sound to others?and knowin? from that?what respect, duty, and honor might mean, not only to ourselves, but to others as well.