Sipsey Street Irregulars: Citizens

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Citizens

My daughters came home from college this weekend to be with their mother while I am in DC and yesterday Rosey led them to the neighborhoods around us that were struck by the tornadoes of last week to help clean up. They will be back out there today as well. I'm as proud as a frog eating fire of them all.

8 comments:

TL671 said...: Wait, isn't that the government's job? Speaking of which, next time you talk to them ask if there was any government presence. You have plenty to be proud of. Neighbors helping neighbors, as it should be. Sounds like an unorganized militia to me.; January 29, 2012 at 9:02 AM
Spartan said...: God Bless you all. Here's a little something to chew and a Sunday treat. Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xohy9gWz7kk&feature=youtu.be; January 29, 2012 at 9:32 AM
W W Woodward said...: They are their mother's and daddy's children. You are understandably proud as well you should be.

[W3]; January 29, 2012 at 11:41 AM
Female III said...: The mark of a true militia family. Acting out of love, not self-love. Doing what is right, not what will get their picture in the paper. Getting the job done, not begging others to get the job done. Heading out the door prepared to work with others, not trying to round up a work force of which to be in charge.

Not to be unfair, I'm sure there may be a Leftist or two out there as well. While your militia-minded family is rolling up their sleeves and pitching right in alongside others to dig people out from under debris, a Leftist leader might be across the street with a megaphone, barking orders to her people who are carrying donuts and telling them to direct the news truck her way when they get there.

I'm proud of your family too, Mr. V.; January 29, 2012 at 12:17 PM
ParaPacem said...: Good kids. Must be a great blessing. Maybe not angels, maybe not perfection personified, but good hearts and good minds, groping their way along toward adulthood. Some days I wonder if our kids will pass us by... they seem to get older and wiser, we tend to stay the same.

BTW - my beloved is home from hospital now, no need for lung biopsy, just cleaned lungs out & started new antibiotics. So it looks like we both have some things to be thankful for.
Be well and take care; and if you get a note to meet Vince Foster in the park late one night, just don't reply.
j; January 29, 2012 at 1:24 PM
Anonymous said...: God be with you and your family, Mike.

.......and please God be with all of us in the fight which, as the days roll on, seems more and more inevitable...; January 29, 2012 at 1:24 PM
Ashrak said...: Several years ago, tornadoes blew through this neck of the woods and tore things up real good. All around us, damage and despair. Our house, not even a shingle lifted.

In some ways we felt fortunate, in others we almost felt a little guilty. Blessed we felt without a doubt.

It was wonderful watching the community come together, and for the most part without even so much as anybody making a call for help. Tractors came out, trucks and trailers, bobcats, you name it, people were using it. Folks just banded together in small groups and cut and chopped and loaded and burned.

On fella in particular had his whole farm just decimated and people from all over the area came to help out. My kids (pretty young at the time) asked why so many people were there. I answered them this way..... If your house was tore up this bad, wouldn't you be wishing folks would come help you clean it up?

To this day I have not seen my kids work so hard.....and for nothing more than the satisfaction of helping a fellow family in need.

I know the feeling you describe Mike, it fills the heart and shoves aside all the ills that try to invade it.

That leads me to this...

3%? Me thinks there are far more than that when it comes right down to it........; January 29, 2012 at 9:53 PM
Anonymous said...: Enjoy this time of victory... in spite of what the bastards may think and say, your family shows them all to be wrong to the core.; January 29, 2012 at 9:58 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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