Sipsey Street Irregulars: Well, that was interesting.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Well, that was interesting.

Rosey was able to hitch a ride in a four-wheel drive vehicle and made it back home (leaving the co-worker's borrowed car in place where she sheltered for the night). Round about 3PM, she decided against my advice for us to take our car out, pick up the co-worker's car and return it and the borrowed cell phone back to their owner.

Conditions were scarcely better than yesterday, but we were able to thread our way through the wrecks and abandoned vehicles and accomplish our mission, making it back in a little over an hour. Praise the Lord.

I have cancelled the planned procedure for tomorrow that was to have stretched my newly identified stenosis, not because of the weather but because I am now (again, forever) apparently leaking gastric contents out my back. So we are literally back to square one. There is no point in enlarging the esophagus only to aggravate the leak. This should settle the argument and I may finally get that referral to the specialist at UAB. We'll see. But for now, Rosey and I are safe together back at home, and that is something to be appreciated. Thanks for all your prayers on our behalf. Tomorrow afternoon, roads permitting, I'm going to get her a cell phone.

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Anonymous said...: Come on up.... I live in Alaska. We always have snow days cause snow is here-except we don't take off work or school. Kids go out to play at recess until it drops below -20 F and we are still out shooting at -35 F. Of course we have to use artificial grease in the bolt guns cause the traditional grease gets so thick that the firing pin won't strike the primer hard enough. My old M1A still runs like a sewing machine though.
Shoot I still grill outside at -40 F

SO come on up....; January 29, 2014 at 7:24 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.

Sipsey Street Irregulars

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Well, that was interesting.

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