Sipsey Street Irregulars: "It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." Anniversaries -- missed and otherwise.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." Anniversaries -- missed and otherwise.

Sean rightfully took me to task earlier today for not mentioning that this morning was the anniversary of D-Day.

I take myself to task for missing the 24th anniversary of the Tiananmen Square massacre in 1989.

Both marked important dates in the fight for liberty around the world. Ironically, on the same day that we are beginning to learn the details of the Obamaoids' phone spying program, one observer has noted that today is also the anniversary of the publication of George Orwell's anti-tyranny classic 1984.

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen" is one of the best classic openings in literature. But whatever event we choose to memorialize in our hearts throughout the year, it should be with the cautionary warning that however our ancestors fought and died in whichever place, the struggle for liberty and against the evils of the day is incessant and personal.

Evil and tyranny never sleep. Neither can we.

And now, Rosey calls me upstairs to some chicken noodle soup so I'll likely have no more posts until tomorrow.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: You chose the same photo of D-Day that Ann Barnhardt did.

Coincidence?

funny how those captcha words sometimes fit the occasion - second one is "impressed", spelled the old English way (with double "ff"); June 6, 2013 at 9:56 PM
Charles N. Steele said...: Enjoy the soup and get well. My own D-Day post inadvertently mirrors yours. I'll confess to self-promoting and link it here. Comments welcome.; June 6, 2013 at 11:57 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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Thursday, June 6, 2013

"It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen." Anniversaries -- missed and otherwise.

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