Sipsey Street Irregulars: "Time to Wet the Bed."

Saturday, September 12, 2015

"Time to Wet the Bed."

The Clinton officials are wrong. If they aren’t already panicking—Tuesday’s “apology” for the email business is a sign that they might be—they really ought to start. New York is not Chicago, Robby Mook is not David Plouffe, John Podesta is not David Axelrod, and, sweet Jesus, Hillary Clinton is not Barack Obama. Put down the Hillary-branded beet chips, Clinton supporters. And break out the rubber sheets.

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Moe Death said...: Here's a sign of the slimes... I mean, times. Since we unfortunately live in Commiefornia's Bay Area, Domino and I have seen many disgusting signs of the Liberal mindset, but yesterday was a new low.

Saw this bumper sticker during the commute home last night: "I'd Bottom for Hillary!"

Those of you who know what this means have probably already started vomiting.

We did.

Quick, Domino, the Bushmills!

Bill and Domino
III; September 12, 2015 at 9:56 AM
Anonymous said...: "I'd Bottom for Hillary!"

Eww! Just Eww!; September 12, 2015 at 3:01 PM
Anonymous said...: If Clinton wins the nod and subsequently is elected POTUS, she would be so indebted to obama that in essence it would be his third term.; September 12, 2015 at 4:19 PM
Anonymous said...: I love watching her squirm!; September 12, 2015 at 5:35 PM
oughtsix said...: Just one more indication that we're in a kultural "race to the bottom...."; September 12, 2015 at 7:19 PM
Anonymous said...: I would vote for a 3 legged dog named TRIPOD before I would ever vote for the Hilda-beast.; September 12, 2015 at 10:06 PM
Anonymous said...: Old joke:

Bill Clinton is nearing the end of his term and having some anxious moments about his "legacy". As he walks down a deserted beach he happens to kick an object partially buried in the sand. He picks it up and starts wiping some of the sand off. At almost the same instant he realizes it's a very old oil lamp and that a Genie has appeared in front of his eyes. (So this is another &^%* Genie joke.)

The Genie offers "Slick Willie" one wish in repayment for being liberated from the lamp. He thinks for a moment and asks the Genie to grant him peace in the Middle East. The Genie scratches her head for a moment and says she's been in the lamp a long time and can't remember any place called the "Middle East". Clinton smooths out a stretch of sand and proceeds to draw out a map.

The genie exclaims, "Those people? You want me to make peace among those people? Those people have been killing each other since Day One! Look, pal, I know we Genies have a reputation for being all powerful but we do have limits. Do you think you can come up with something a little less impossible for your wish?"

Clinton kicks sand over the map and says, "OK! If I can't have peace in the Middle East, I'd like to have one night of mad passionate sex with my wife, Hillary."

The Genie smacks herself in the face and asks, "Can I have another look at that map?"; September 13, 2015 at 8:50 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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"Time to Wet the Bed."

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