Sipsey Street Irregulars: Feeling a bit better.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Feeling a bit better.

Timing the ingestion of the chemo to the evening meal seems to help. I don't notice that it is kicking my ass while I sleep anyway. Doing a better job of eating and trying to replace the lost muscle mass -- picked up 6 pounds since last week. Working on a number of writing projects at the moment but none are ready for prime time yet. My apologies for the lack of original content. You should see more this week. Going to the early service at church today, so I'll try to have more later. Keep me in your prayers.

7 comments:

Uncle Elmo said...: All good news!; September 13, 2015 at 8:08 AM
Lao Shi said...: Can I; September 13, 2015 at 12:38 PM
Lao Shi said...: May God bless you.

BTW, The two witnesses are killed by the beast of the bottomless pit. Rev 11:7. This is the beast of the sea, at the end of the second woe. Rev 11:14. The beast of the bottomless pit is a king and an angel. Rev 9:11. Therefore, the beast of the sea, anti-Christ, Apollyon, is an angel. Is CERN trying to open the bottomless pit?; September 13, 2015 at 12:48 PM
Anonymous said...: Absolved, by any chance?; September 13, 2015 at 1:34 PM
Josh said...: Many prayers for you and yours, Mike.

Glad you're feeling better, and please take care of your diet, the house can't be constructed or repaired if the exact building materials aren't present on site.; September 13, 2015 at 1:35 PM
Anonymous said...: Get fluids, steroids (which will keep you awake), and nausea medicine when needed. They won't mind a bit. Get a port if you don't already have one.; September 13, 2015 at 9:18 PM
Chiu ChunLing said...: "Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life, whereunto thou art also called, and hast professed a good profession before many witnesses."

Keep fighting, Mike.; September 14, 2015 at 4:39 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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Feeling a bit better.

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