Sagging pants not good

To The Editor:

I am from El Dorado, Arkansas. I will be 64 by the time this comes out. I have worked since I was six, and I have bought every Coke and candy bar from the time I was seven years old.

I mowed yards until the age of 13. I was a wealthy child. The greatest Christian I have ever met was Ms. Bit. She was a black lady. I loved her almost as much as my own mom. She was the most spirit-filled lady I have ever met.

She overpowered me with her love. She led me to the Lord at five years old. She would make me repeat “I need Jesus in my life” and he came in at a very young age.

I try to get along with everybody, but I am having a problem with these guys with their pants hanging down. I would like for you to know where this originated from. It originated from prison when one guy wanted another guy to do ungodly acts, because that is an abomination to God Almighty — not Bruce Almighty.

From this day forward, you will all know that thjis originated in prison and if you continue to wear your pants down, we will all know that you are gay. So if you are not gay, please pull up your pants, because I for one and everyone I have talked to are tired of looking at it.

I was at Sonic two days ago trying to enjoy chicken nuggets and a lady and her son pulled up next to me. He would not let her order and had to get out and press the button himself, like a little punk. He politely told me that he would whoop my old butt. I told him that he has ruined my meal

and I would have to give my chicken nuggets to my yorkie, to get back into the car before he got himself hurt.

Then he did exactly what I told him to do and didn’t move until they left. As they backed up I expected the mother to chew me out but instead she smiled at me and waved in a nonchalant way.

I have gone to the mayor’s office three times about the situation. He said that if we did that, then women would have to cover up their cleavage. I explained to him what my father told me as a child.

My daddy gave me an example of two ladies, one had nothing on and the other had on undergarments. My dad asked me, “which one stirs up your imagination?”

I started to say “choice number one,” but chose number two.

If a lady wants to catch a gentleman, then she needs to dress properly and stop coming to me complaining about guys coming on to them inappropriately.

If they want a man, then they need to dress like a lady.

And by the way, same-sex marriage is an abomination to God and we need to go back to the way it was before our ex-president changed it up. At the moment, this is all I have bothering me.

Please forgive me if I am wrong but I believe with five years of praying that I am correct.

Have a blessed day.