Sipsey Street Irregulars: STOP!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

STOP!

. . . sending me money for the DC trip. I have more than enough. I have been in Ohio visiting my Mom for Thanksgiving, as well as other siblings who motored in for the event. I never post that I'm going out of town when there's nobody here to babysit the house, and although I have neighbors and friends checking it every so often, I just don't want to take the risk of broadcasting the fact to the world.

Anyway, after we got the car unloaded I ran down to the PO box, and true to FBI form, there was a bundle in there where there had been no mail for a week. And what a bundle. I was speechless for a while. Just . . . speechless.

Having recovered my voice, folks, you must stop sending me money for the DC trip. It is more than covered.

Please.

Thanks, and may God bless you and yours.

5 comments:

Semper Fi, 0321 said...: I have come to learn that the universe provides what is needed. So let it flow, and good on you. You deserve it.; November 26, 2011 at 10:06 PM
Backwoods Engineer said...: Okay, I'll stop.

But only for a little while.

Who better to donate to(besides my church) than a fellow threeper? I'm sure not going to give any money to politicians this cycle. Like Ann Barnhardt said the other day (who admires you by the way): "It's like a pageant has broken out on the fantail of the Titanic amongst the oblivious at 2:00am on the 15th with the winner to be announced upon docking at the port of New York. That's what this election cycle is like."

You're a better bet, Mike, to save the Republic, anyway.

We got your back, man.; November 26, 2011 at 11:26 PM
Jensko said...: Not only for the DC trip, but for whatever is needed. :); November 27, 2011 at 2:01 AM
Cederq said...: So, go out and have a well deserved beer on us, with the windfall!

Cederq
Kevin Cederquist
ABob; November 27, 2011 at 5:35 AM
millerized said...: Christ on a cracker....how I wished I'd heard that from the ex.......

Glad to hear that when it does rain, it indeed pours. Enjoy the weather while it lasts.; November 28, 2011 at 11:35 AM

"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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