Sipsey Street Irregulars: Another province of another country heard from: "Clueless in San Francisco" uses his penetrating analytical skills on me.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Another province of another country heard from: "Clueless in San Francisco" uses his penetrating analytical skills on me.

"I know you are, but what am I? Infinity."

A response from "Clueless in San Francisco" below.

Date Sent: 10/12/2009

Subject: Stupid?

Message:

In another comment you wrote:

"Yeah, you won the election. The GOP and the NRA are pitiful shells of what they once were. But they protected you more than us. You've got us surrounded, you poor bastards. Now you're about to find out what the dog knew when he caught the car and got a good bite of the spinning tire."

You're very threatening. You harbor a lot of hatred.

Hate is man's most stupid emotion: it doesn't accomplish anything (unless you count pain, death, murder, etc. as accomplishments)and it's counter to survival.

Me, dumb? Possibly. You, dumber? Probably.

I also noted that you've only commented at length on the subject of guns, but you haven't written an article yet. Why not? Write something that doesn't read like a polemic AGAINST something. Go on. Try it.

This is what passes for penetrating collectivist analysis. Looking in the mirror and seeing your enemy. Bark, bark. Bark, bark.

He still doesn't understand how hysterically, unintentionally funny his "What's wrong with me?" comment was. Clueless in San Francisco indeed.

Back to business for me.

Mike
III

5 comments:

Anonymous said...: And here I thought that "Clueless" might actually be calling out for a little help. But it appears that it's merely self-pitying whining of a ComLib leftist.
If that's the case, he can stay in San Fran with his liberalis liberalis infection. Keep it contained, don't spread it to a healthy population.
It seems that the best way to get rid of this very severe strain of infection would be to burn it out. But we'll have to wait for the collapse of social order for that to happen. Any time now. . . . .

"Dr" B Woodman
III-per; October 12, 2009 at 7:32 AM
YeOldFurt said...: "Hate doesn't accomplish anything". Would you like to discuss that with the Carthaginians?
YeOldFurt; October 12, 2009 at 10:10 AM
Carl Bussjaeger said...: Vojir: "What's wrong with me?"

Dumber than a box of rocks?
Masochistic?
Suicidal?

Maybe he'll get lucky and run into the mugger who beat my brother to death in the People's Pacifistic Paradise of San Francisco.; October 12, 2009 at 11:12 AM
Anonymous said...: Carl B,
Maybe he'll get lucky?
Or maybe WE'LL get lucky, and he'll be put out of our misery.

B Woodman
III-per; October 13, 2009 at 6:15 AM
Kristopher said...: The rabbit people never get it.

They will bitch and whine about how unfair we are being when we deal with them after we have dealt with the thugs they hired to do what they were to cowardly to do themselves.

All they have to do to avoid all this is to take even the tiniest step away from the brink ( our rights ).

But they won't. They think they are ending violence, somehow.

Idiots.; October 13, 2009 at 4:10 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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