Sipsey Street Irregulars: Well, I made it, but there's no room at any inn.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Well, I made it, but there's no room at any inn.

Will spend the next few hours trying to find a place to sleep. One way or the other, I'll be there early in the morning,

4 comments:

Anonymous said...: Praying for you. God Bless and thank you for what you do.; April 11, 2014 at 5:31 PM
Anonymous said...: I will bet that before very long goes by that this Collins POS will live to regret the day that he ran his big arrogant mouth. Every single resident of Utah should be deeply offended by his insults and arrogance. I would not be surprised to see him put under armed guard pretty soon after all the death threats start coming in like they did in CT a few weeks back.

The American citizenry is about fed up with the arrogance of power that our masters are showing us more and more every day now. Time for decent people to make a stand!; April 11, 2014 at 8:38 PM
-a said...: Find a place? I know you don't know me from anyone, but get in touch if you can't find a place. I'm in Louisville.
OK'er
-a; April 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM
Chuck said...: Mike,

Forget about E-Town and south and head north into Louisville. The drive isn't that far and there are always plenty of vacancies when I'm at the Creek in the fall. I've stayed in some nice hotels in Louisville for cheap.

Don't forget to stop at Biff's Gun World while you're in town. He's less that three miles north of the Shepardsville Rd turnoff to KCR on 31W.; April 11, 2014 at 8:57 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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Friday, April 11, 2014

Well, I made it, but there's no room at any inn.

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