Sipsey Street Irregulars: On the ground across the river from Mordor-on-the-Potomac

Friday, January 27, 2012

On the ground across the river from Mordor-on-the-Potomac

Interesting times. Plane had to do an abort landing because of cross winds. Got down on the second try after what appeared to be much religious conversion going on around me. I was whistling "Garryowen" and people looked at me like I was nuts. When we finally touched down, the cabin erupted in cheers. I just finished the chorus of Garryowen. As Churchill said, nothing is so exciting as to be shot at without result, or words to that effect. Miscommunication and poor assumptions caused pick-up arrangements to fail. Rented a car I didn't want to have to rent. Overnight accomodations failed for same reason, so it looks like a motel for Mrs. Vanderboegh's blacksheep son tonight. But still, I'm here. Will have more later. And if the fellow who gave me that Armor of God medal from the Pentagon gift shop wants to give me a call, my cell phone is still the same but I've lost your number. Short on blood suger, I'm headed out to get something to eat. May God bless you all who made this trip possible.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...: Do have enough money?; January 27, 2012 at 6:43 PM
Rudder Hard a'Starboard said...: Dang Mike. Transportation and lodging both went south? That's not right.

I just tossed a little in the jar to help. Go get 'em buddy!; January 27, 2012 at 7:01 PM
DamDoc said...: may you not get shot at; and if you do, may it be with no effect.. Godspeed...; January 27, 2012 at 7:35 PM
George said...: Well its Garry Owen is it. That explains the attitude, the few that know the meaning, are just a special kind of crazy. God's own lunatics, I've got good company.; January 27, 2012 at 8:47 PM
Skip said...: A little taste in the tip jar.
Godspead son.; January 28, 2012 at 12:02 AM
Anonymous said...: No slick magazines, no panhandling phone calls at dinnertime, no junk mail, no underhanded voters "guides". Have NEVER had donated money used this well until now!

You'll be getting more moolah just as soon as Uncle Sugah sends my tax refund.

Confusion to the Enemy!; January 28, 2012 at 10:21 AM
Anonymous said...: Well I gotta give ya credit you got some damn kahoonas,going into the belly of the beast alone.I dare say one of Amerikas finest most likely boarded that plane with you. and its a fair bet another new guest or 2 checked in next door. Watch your ass up there,NO SHIT!.Cuz we would rather be talking to you than hearing about you.; January 28, 2012 at 5:12 PM
Temnota said...: At least I'm close enough to stand you supper one evening while you're in the area, although I don't know about that weird furrin food you seem to gravitate to when you're in town :)

You've got my email addy from last week.

Mark; January 28, 2012 at 9:50 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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