Sipsey Street Irregulars: A moment to say "bless you."

Saturday, January 8, 2011

A moment to say "bless you."

Ever since David Codrea's appeal for dollar-a-month voluntary subscriptions to Sipsey Street the response has been humbling, chastening and emotionally overwhelming. It has also allowed me to get caught up on medicine and medical treatment (the wound doc put my foot back in a boot on Thursday, and I go to see both my primary care physician and heart doc next week) and keep the lights on. Some folks sent far more than a dollar-a-month. Some sent mementos that struck at my heart and pumped up my spirits.

How do you properly thank somebody -- a whole lot of somebodies -- for something like that?

The only thing I know to do is keep on doing what I'm doing because you folks believe in me and the cause I fight for. I will. May God bless and keep you all safe in the days ahead.

I am saving each and every letter and will respond personally to those when I have a chance.

God bless you all.

Mike
III

3 comments:

CowboyDan said...: Mike-

I'd be glad to share what I can with you, but I'm not sure how to go about doing so.

I figure anything I can do to keep you whole and healthy will pay big dividends in the future.

I hope I can continue to learn from your experience, strength, and hope and reap the benefits of your wisdom, for a long, long time.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who learns a lot about a lot of stuff from your writings and your links to other useful sites. Thanks, and please don't see it as a bad thing to post some info on how we can contribute.; January 8, 2011 at 11:33 AM
Anonymous said...: Mike,
that is all the thanks we want!
Keep the faith at the bastions.; January 10, 2011 at 9:45 AM
Anonymous said...: I sent a few silver coins since I'm lean on FRN's.

If you want to support Mike but are low on FRN's there are other things you could send to help him out - he has contacts.; January 10, 2011 at 10:22 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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