Sipsey Street Irregulars: Drinking water, driving on.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Drinking water, driving on.

I would be lying if I didn't admit this latest failure to plug the leak in my gut wasn't, well, a big punch to the gut. It was. I had a very unsatisfactory conversation with my doctor yesterday, or I should say my doctor's nurse, to the effect that there is apparently no Plan E. I've been urged to get a second opinion and I'll probably explore that. I have another scan planned tomorrow by my oncologist designed to peek at the status of the remnants of my former tumor. The co-pays go on and on. On the bright side, an argument may be made since the glue that they normally use on anal fistulas didn't work on me, perhaps I am not the asshole that my ex-wife, Eric Holder and the entire federal law enforcement bureaucracy and their snitch familiars believe me to be. Perhaps.

In the meantime, since we are status quo ante once again, I'm determined to "drink water and drive on" as the troopers of the 101st Airborne say. Gotta go now. I'll have more posts later.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...: Mike, good luck. I will put up a prayer for you. If you read "Freak lighting strike hits Clayton, Mo man and fries his butt into bacon"--well, at least the good Lord was listening. Not necessarily happy with the guy offering the prayer, but perhaps he listened nonetheless; August 8, 2013 at 8:16 AM
Anonymous said...: I'm really sad to hear that news Mike. I too met the "cutting edge" of medical science a few years ago, when I was introduced to Shingles. Even though medical science has come a long way...it still is in the dark ages. A nurse at the hospital said to me..."Maybe in 5000 years we'll scratch the surface of how the human body REALLY works..but at this point..we don't have a clue how to cure Shingles." So much for that. 5 weeks later I was in so much pain I considered suicide. Fortunately..a week later it started subsiding. Unfortunately..it NEVER really stops. Good luck finding another ..ahem.."opinion"..cause that is all they have. Your still in my prayers.; August 8, 2013 at 9:29 AM
Anonymous said...: Mike, our prayers and thoughts are with you. Wish I wasn't in such financial distress,(Not like everyone else isn't also) I would make some sizeable donations. It's not like you don't deserve it. Thanx for all that you do. God Bless
Paul Paver III; August 8, 2013 at 9:31 AM
Crustyrusty said...: Prayers, Mike

Crusty
III; August 8, 2013 at 3:44 PM
Anonymous said...: Hang in there, Mike. As long as you're still alive, there is hope. We're praying for you.; August 8, 2013 at 5:57 PM
Anonymous said...: My prayers are with you Mike. Per the glue comment, looks like your sense of humor is in good shape. That counts for a lot!; August 9, 2013 at 12:13 AM
bloodyspartan said...: I have told you before Mike Start taking Lugols Iodine, All Americans are deficient even according to the goofy UN.; August 9, 2013 at 3:47 PM
Anonymous said...: Prayers your way, Mike!
And kind thoughts...

gfa; August 9, 2013 at 7:13 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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Drinking water, driving on.

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