Sipsey Street Irregulars: To the official of the Connecticut State Police who attempted to call me last night.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

To the official of the Connecticut State Police who attempted to call me last night.

Connecticut State Police emblem. The Latin means "He who Transplanted Sustains Us." It is the state motto and refers to the faith of the early settlers, although what they would make of this current crop of their descendants is subject to considerable debate.

To the official of the Connecticut State Police who attempted to call me last night:

Yeah, your caller ID showed up on my television screen, so yes, I deliberately ignored you. There were a couple of reasons for this. Number one, although I would have loved to get your voice on tape (Alabama is a one party state), I was upstairs and my recording equipment is downstairs. Number two, you called quite late at the end of a long and fatiguing day and frankly I just wasn't in the mood for whatever tyranneau games you were attempting to play. (Tyranneau is my new favorite French word. It means "petty tyrant." Something you Connecticut bureaucrats are getting pretty good at with your own people these days.)

However, if you still wish to communicate with me you may send me an email or drop me an official letter to my post office box.

If you're trying to guess why so few of your citizens are complying with the new unconstitutional law that you have been tasked to enforce (a thankless and dangerous job at best) you don't need me to figure that out. Think REAL hard. Then try to comprehend the titanic forces you are childishly and recklessly playing around with. Even an obtuse dictator-wannabe like Malloy should be able to grok the first. That he he doesn't understand the second is plain from his actions. And, I might add, it is equally plain that CSP officials don't get it either, given your slavish compliance to a plainly tyrannical and unconstitutional law. You DO recall that oath you took, right?

However, I am ready to answer whatever stupid questions you have. Just don't call me in the middle of the night.

Mike Vanderboegh

The alleged leader of a merry band of Three Percenters

9 comments:

Anonymous said...: Don't talk to them at all. They will try to entrap you.; January 11, 2014 at 9:47 AM
Erkl Holder said...: You don't reckon it was a friendly, do you?; January 11, 2014 at 10:19 AM
Anonymous said...: What time did they call, Mike?

Just curious.; January 11, 2014 at 10:44 AM
Dutchman6 said...: After 9 Central.; January 11, 2014 at 10:46 AM
Dutchman6 said...: No, it wasn't a friendly. Friendlies don't use official phones and they don't call my home phone which has in the past been under federal wiretap.; January 11, 2014 at 10:48 AM
Anonymous said...: "Qui Transtultit Sutinet" Literally: "Who transplants-sustains" I know, I had to wear the Military version of the "Grapes of Wrath" in the CT Army Guard....; January 11, 2014 at 11:07 AM
Anonymous said...: They nearly got the words on the bottom of the Police shoulder flash right - just in the wrong order!

Best not to talk with them have them post or email their list of questions to your lawyer.

If you do pick up the phone and find them on the other end just have "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" playing real loud in the background and say nothing!

III; January 11, 2014 at 2:36 PM
johnnyreb said...: Fuck 'em.; January 12, 2014 at 12:14 AM
Mt Top Patriot said...: Mike, maybe Trooper Detective Goocher called cause he wants a free 30 round magazine?

After all, it wouldn't be out of character for a "law officer" mooching for surplus military gear and other free shit hand outs.

Maybe one of us should send Det. Goocher a totalitarian resisters symbol of go f#&k yourself. You know, supporting your local police thug is a time honored civic duty.

Would you have an address you could share Mike?; January 12, 2014 at 11:14 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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To the official of the Connecticut State Police who attempted to call me last night.

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