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Sunday, September 13, 2009

I'm back. Praise the Lord.

I will write more -- much more -- on my experiences of this week. I saw something I never thought I'd ever see. Our side. In the streets. Angry. Protesting. Demanding. PUSHING BACK. To those Threepers who came, helped with the flags and the banner, "Not One More Inch," to those who carried it the whole day and who later participated in the Oath Keeper's ceremony at the Vietnam Memorial, words fail me. You were magnificent. I cannot thank you enough.

I had to drop out of the march. I knew my feet would be problematic and it got to where I just couldn't continue. I will be going to the doctor tomorrow morning. Pete also was called away by the support and admin stuff, necessary to switching hotels and frankly, helping my sorry crippled ass.

And as I knew you would, you rose to the occasion. You don't need no stinking leaders. You are your own leadership. That is why we will never be beaten. Never.

There were a lot of side meetings held in DC, some of them spectacularly productive. I can tip you off that there is much more to come in the ACORN scandal. Much more.

I can also tell you that I will have one of the most important pieces I have ever written posted in a few days, and I will need your help to distribute it when it comes out.

And for the Absolved fans, all of the chapters that have previously been posted will be reposted here, appearing as they will in the finished product. You will be able to go to just one site, this one, to tap into all of my accumulated writings, fact and fiction.

Like I say, I will have much more on this later. But I promised you that I would let you know I made it home safe, and I did.

Both Pete and I came home re-energized for the fight to come. How could we not?

For now, I have to clean out my email box and crash.

Mike
III

7 comments:

Happy D said...: I know I speak for all of us when I say, Glad you are home safe. Thank Pete for watching over you for us.
I know foot problems all to well and hope for your speedy recovery.
You will be in my prayers.; September 13, 2009 at 11:22 PM
Jay Stang said...: Mike,

I wish I could have been there with you. I can say that I am proud of America, that we decided to stand up and let them know that we are here and our numbers stretch as far as the eye can see!; September 13, 2009 at 11:27 PM
Anonymous said...: Mike,

It was a pleasure to meet you, and an honor to march with you, all of you.

I had to hit the silk early myself. When the six-year-old runs out of gas and starts to morph into Captain Cranky, the wise dad pays attention.

Come back up in April for the Second Amendment March.

Mark; September 14, 2009 at 1:42 AM
Crustyrusty said...: Glad you're back in one piece, Mike.

Take two Lasix and call me in the AM... :)

Crusty
III; September 14, 2009 at 5:33 AM
Dakota said...: Glad you're home Mike .... I was worried about you up there. Figured you would have a time of it on your feet.

Thought I was going to make it, but my traveling partner had a family problem come up and we could not come. Love the numbers that I am hearing. Sure wish I could have been there to "shake my fist in the tyrants face".; September 14, 2009 at 7:01 AM
Mile66 said...: It was a pleasure to meet you and the fellow Three percenters (and OKs) that attended the rally. Merry band indeed! I would have liked to attend the evening activities, but I had to go back to VA before my curfew at 1700 (married - ;)). I'm glad I saw you on my way to the Metro Station (Peru). I hope you recover soon, and hope to see you guys again very soon.

Emilio; September 14, 2009 at 9:37 AM
Paul Stramer said...: Your blog is great. I am now following it and you could follow mine also. It's at http://www.paulstramer.net

I think you would enjoy some of the history of political action in Montana.; September 14, 2009 at 11:53 PM

"Progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress."

I believe that liberty is the only genuinely valuable thing that men have invented, at least in the field of government, in a thousand years. I believe that it is better to be free than to be not free, even when the former is dangerous and the latter safe. I believe that the finest qualities of man can flourish only in free air – that progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress, and of no permanent value. I believe that any man who takes the liberty of another into his keeping is bound to become a tyrant, and that any man who yields up his liberty, in however slight the measure, is bound to become a slave. -- H.L. Mencken

"The Fate of Unborn Millions. . ."

"The time is now near at hand which must probably determine, whether Americans are to be, Freemen, or Slaves; whether they are to have any property they can call their own; whether their Houses, and Farms, are to be pillaged and destroyed, and they consigned to a State of Wretchedness from which no human efforts will probably deliver them. The fate of unborn Millions will now depend, under God, on the Courage and Conduct of this army-Our cruel and unrelenting Enemy leaves us no choice but a brave resistance, or the most abject submission; that is all we can expect-We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die." -- George Washington to his troops before the Battle of Long Island.

"We will not go gently . . ."

This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.

But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.

And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.

-- Mike Vanderboegh, The Lessons of Mumbai:Death Cults, the "Socialism of Imbeciles" and Refusing to Submit, 1 December 2008

"A common language of resistance . . ."

"Colonial rebellions throughout the modern world have been acts of shared political imagination. Unless unhappy people develop the capacity to trust other unhappy people, protest remains a local affair easily silenced by traditional authority. Usually, however, a moment arrives when large numbers of men and women realize for the first time that they enjoy the support of strangers, ordinary people much like themselves who happen to live in distant places and whom under normal circumstances they would never meet. It is an intoxicating discovery. A common language of resistance suddenly opens to those who are most vulnerable to painful retribution the possibility of creating a new community. As the conviction of solidarity grows, parochial issues and aspirations merge imperceptibly with a compelling national agenda which only a short time before may have been the dream of only a few. For many Americans colonists this moment occurred late in the spring of 1774." -- T.H. Breen, The Marketplace of Revolution: How Consumer Politics Shaped American Independence, Oxford University Press, 2004, p.1.

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