Sipsey Street Irregulars: I'm on the way home.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

I'm on the way home.

The twin gifts of a faithful reader, Vanderboegh plays with the Don't Tread on Me chase car and the weeniewagon in the NRA Press Room. You should have seen the looks I got.

Be there late this evening. The NRA convention was full of pleasant surprises, especially all the the Threepers and supporters who sought me out. Will have a complete report -- probably tomorrow.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...: I would like to point out the "Media" badge around MVB's neck. If the Socialists of this country have their way, he will no longer be able to be recognized as a purveyor of much-needed, honest information. This is but one of the reasons why we must be prepared to stand up for Freedom and Liberty everywhere, and stay that way.

CPB; April 27, 2014 at 9:03 AM
FG said...: Mike, we're sure touched to know that your new brace of mini-mascots traveled all the way with you to the NRA convention. Heck, they may even have a light dusting of III-per sand on them from the Bundy ranch.

I'd call that "broken in proper".

Semper Fi & Travel Safe !

Joe & family; April 27, 2014 at 10:29 AM
Shawn said...: I'm kind of wondering what you will be doing further in connecticut since the repeated sidetracking and since the Bundy issue taking center stage for you now.; April 27, 2014 at 10:54 AM
Anonymous said...: You should have kept the Cowboy Hat, it was you!; April 27, 2014 at 11:30 AM
Unknown said...: I love it !! Here's a little ditty for the NRA,sung to the tune of Jon Prines "paradise' or ,as some call it "Muhlenburg County"......

Daddy won't you tell me why our gun rights are failing

When millions of people support NRA

I'm sorry my son,but you'lubricatingre too late in asking

The appeasers in Fairfax compromised them away.; April 27, 2014 at 11:57 AM
Anonymous said...: Mike, where did you get that hat?; April 27, 2014 at 12:04 PM
Unknown said...: My apologies for the typo in my previous post.It should have read "I'm sorry my son but you're too late in asking" .Evidently I'm getting too old to discuss politics and Harley Ferguson engine systems simultaneously on the split screen.; April 29, 2014 at 11:25 AM
Karl said...: Sorry I missed you at the show. I was there Saturday, and boy did it get crowded! Great show - I saw lots of things I'll never afford!; April 29, 2014 at 12:40 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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I'm on the way home.

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