Sipsey Street Irregulars: In keeping with the musical intro to the day, my morning resembled this song.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

In keeping with the musical intro to the day, my morning resembled this song.

I leave out the litany of minor pains and frustrations that led to my tackling the principal task of the day, which is working on the leaking clothes washer in preparation for my trip to Knob Creek KY, Ohio and points beyond in April. Not only can't I figure out where the leak is coming from, it seems to continue when the water is turned off. No sooner did I figure out what it was that couldn't be figured out when the damn thing fell over on me. I gave up, came back to the computer for a rousing chorus of "It's a Great Day to Whup Somebody's Ass."

Not that I'm in any shape to whup anybody's ass. Besides, I wouldn't know who to whup.

So, having accomplished nothing in particular but waste time, I'm going upstairs to skype with Matthew and family in Germany. That certainly should improve my day. I'll have more later.

3 comments:

BrassScrounger said...: First thing to check is the drain hose, and its a PITA to get to. If you have a Maytag, the top hinges up ward and to the rear - you'll need a screwdriver to help pry as it is held closed by metal spring clips. Next, there are two screws at the bottom which are a pain to get to that hold the front panel in place. Once these are removed, the front panel can be lifted up about 1/2" and the pulled forward. This will let you inspect the plumbing and water pump/transmission. Good luck!; March 29, 2014 at 10:11 AM
Shawn McEwen said...: About the time it fell over, I would've probably been reaching for the shotgun... And then the checkbook.; March 29, 2014 at 11:38 PM
Chuck said...: If you get the chance to see Paul Thorn live, do not pass it up. He is an old school story teller, a genuine person and darn funny.

Good lunch fighting you beast. I learned to expect all plumbing projects to end at the street, with a backhoe. That way I'm always happy that I got off "so cheap"; March 30, 2014 at 8:19 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. . ."

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

Sipsey Street Irregulars

Saturday, March 29, 2014

In keeping with the musical intro to the day, my morning resembled this song.

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