It seems as if I live in the past because I write so much about times gone by, when times were not spoken of in hushed tones as if meant only for certain ears to hear.
In certain instances it is wise to speak in hushed tones because every time your statements are repeated there is sure to be more added or deleted from your original comments.
In today’s society one could make a statement in the presence of 10 or 12 people in a group and wait a few minutes before asking each one to repeat in private what they had heard. There would be three out of the original 12 who could repeat word for word what they had heard only a few minutes earlier. The meaning would be entirely different from what it started out as.
Several words in today’s language don’t refer to what they once did. For instance, dope used to mean a soft drink you could buy at the store; pot referred to the chamber pot which was brought inside at night and taken out and emptied into the outside toilet each morning; and drugs meant the settlings in the bottom of bucket of water from the well or spring.
But that is sure not the meaning of them today.
People today have become so weak as to let Satan’s pleasures destroy them and their families. And I am not excluding my own family either.
And no, I am not addicted to any medications. I used to smoke Prince Albert, and I used to drink the devil’s brew. But thank God, it has been over 35 years since I have done either.
I used to love to smoke P.A. in a pipe. I hardly ever kept it lit very long at a time, but it tasted good whether it was lit or not so long as I had it in my mouth. I just loved the taste of it.
As for prescription drugs, I have been in the hospitals enough to know how dangerous they are and how easy it would be to become addicted to them. In plain language, I am scared of them.
I haven’t found very many things in life that I am scared of except the Lord, but I am not ashamed to admit that I am scared of drugs because I have seen how they control the minds of addicts simply because people allow them to.
They have forgotten how to just say no, and take pride in being able to say no.
As I have said before, a so-called friend who encourages you to indulge in the devil’s pleasures is certainly not your friend, unless you want to be a friend of the devil.
Well, that’s all from the funny farm until next time.