Tuesday, May 31, 2016

By the Green Wind

And so blows the green wind

I am the soft sad song unsung by the green wind

I am the unfurled leaf burned by the green wind 

I am the orange poppy of fire as seen in a dream

blown and tossed by the green wind.

Green storm promising
passed by;   
going left of never, 
or east, or some other way by,
but vanishing before it ever became,
all the same. 


Monday, May 30, 2016

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Purple Hearted

Purple Has Fallen 

and now I am provoked beyond what I will tolerate. 

My heart is burdened and hardened  in  purple,  and I am not going to put up with any more of this shit. 

I am fed up with Muslims and Jews, and the New World Order and the whole damned demon burka of fraud, lies, and deception in all their filthy disguises,

as well as being absolutely fed up with the petty-ass little psychopath sonofabitches who so often end up inhabiting our individual lives, making it impossible to live any sort of healthy life, natural expression, freedom, or pursuit of personal happiness,  whose emotional crimes, trespasses  and selfishness have distorted and ruined so much,  with good men forced to accept the blame, the shame, and the pain for it all.  

No.  To hell with that.  Enough is enough.   I am not going to put with it.  

Truth-seekers have figured out what the basis of the whole thing is. There is enough material catalogued in our little forum alone to make it all perfectly clear. 

All the truth is pretty much out there now, from JFK to 9-11 to feminism and transgenderism, with serial cia-nato genocides lickity-split,  and one war after another as fast as the horse will trot.

But nobody seems to know what to do about any of this,  except to collapse into some form of denial on some metaphysical level, and otherwise give up, break down, and STFU, submit, fall down into helplessness and escape into death.

This is the wrong way to end, and I refuse. 

   I want what was promised to me.

  I want the crooked way made straight so I can go where I need to go. 

Other day in an odd place I happened to pick up a little book Patriot's Handbook on Intercessory Prayer for the United States, and in it was a word I had never heard before  : Imprecatory. 

 What is an imprecatory prayer?

It is a biblical prayer asking God to crush a clear enemy of His, an enemy which is an aggressive adversary of freedom and peace loving people.

Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Precious Moments Figurine Collector, the Bible is filled with maledictions prayed by saints and speedily answered by God against violently impenitent enemies of liberty and righteousness.

Here are a couple examples:

“Break the teeth in their mouths, O God; tear out, O Lord, the fangs of the lions! Let them vanish like water that flows away; when they draw the bow, let their arrows be blunted. Like a slug melting away as it moves along, like a stillborn child, may they not see the sun. The righteous will be glad when they bathe their feet in the blood of the wicked.” Psalm 58.6-10.

“Pour out your wrath on them; let your fierce anger overtake them. May their place be deserted; let there be no one to dwell in their tents. For they persecute those you wound and talk about the pain of those you hurt. Charge them with crime upon crime; do not let them share in your salvation. May they be blotted out of the book of life and not be listed with the righteous.” Psalm 69.24-28.

Given the soft-focused, effeminate condition of evangelicalism, I’ll bet the great majority of Christians have never even heard of an imprecatory prayer, much less prayed one. More than likely, the above God-inspired texts aren’t on their refrigerator scripture magnets either. I’ll go a step further and venture to guess that the majority of evangelical and Catholic clergy don’t even know what an imprecatory prayer is and have probably never taught on them or prayed them from the pulpit (Please investigate and report back to me.)

If my assumption regarding your typical congregation and clergy is true, then this is sad, unbiblical and a prime reason why militant enemies of God, freedom and humanity continue to march on unimpeded. We are not using the spiritual big guns of imprecatory prayer against the beasts of unrighteousness.

Y’know, most religious people are familiar with Christ telling us to “bless our enemies” in prayer and to “love our enemies”. We should do both. But seldom to never do we hear about the “other” prayers for our enemies, prayers to be prayed when our enemies become clear and implacable enemies of mankind. Yes, there comes a time when the intercessors’ gloves must come off and enough is enough and we pray the “not so nice prayers”.

It’s simple: when our enemies move from being foes who have personally wronged us, or have made fun of our bad comb over, or have flamed us via our Facebook group, to becoming enemies of righteousness then it is time to stop praying the “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep” stuff and start asking God to thwart and stamp out these bug eyed loons who want to hijack our freedoms and make it conform to their jacked up view of “life”.

So start tossing imprecatory prayers heavenward and watch what God does to the godless. The celestial spanking of the impenitent is no big deal for God.  It’s His will.  So, get busy.

Let us pray.

* Author’s note: Of the 150 psalms contained in the Bible’s prayer book, i.e., the Psalms, 104 are imprecations. Hello! Also, these psalms are to be sung and read, unedited, during the worship service (Ephesians 5.19). For an irrefutable book on this hot topic, check out James Adams’s work, “War Psalms of the Prince of Peace”. In the mean time, here’s a short list of imprecatory psalms: Psalm 5, 7, 9, 10, 17, 25, 28, 31, 35, 40, 41, 54, 55, 56, 58, 59, 63, 68, 69, 70, 71, 74, 79, 83, 94, 104, and 109.

D. Imprecatory Psalms (Pss 5, 10, 17, 35, 58, 59, 69, 70, 79, 83, 109, 129, 137, 140)

Saturday, May 28, 2016


Afternoon drips
into cobalt-blue
and drifting black. 


I light the candle
as I always do.....

Gray-green Falls

Gray-green falls the rain,
the far and endless empty rain.
Gray-green falls the rain,
dripping into the puddle of afternoon.  

Breathe I the gray-green falling rain.

Friday, May 27, 2016


Purple Has Fallen

'Orange poppy of fire as seen in a dream,'
a poet  wrote.

Morning drips into a puddle of afternoon.

Heavy hangs in the gray-green  air.

Purple has fallen.  

The Way Home



Two or three a.m.
by the clock on the wall.  
Shadows crawl
across the hall.
I cannot unsee,

Thursday, May 26, 2016


Gray-green pale and thin
into the puddle of afternoon. 

The old bangles 
long since bent 
by drips 
to fit the angles
of my wrist 
cover a bandaid
covering a cat-scratch,
and token beads dangle 
half-hidden by my hair 
trapping words 
that are not there. 


Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Lightening is red

Evening twilight glows green

and purple thunder rumbles

and stumbles 

like a falling giant 

crashing across the plain. 

Cometh soon rain 

and red lightening.  

I sit at the window 

the open window ......

In the night came
purple thunder 
and red lightening. 

The morning arose black and blue 
and battered and splattered 
with pieces of broken rain.

Shall too this day
crawl away wounded 
to hide in the garbage heap 
of the past? 



Tuesday, May 24, 2016

At the Bridge

Brought forward:

......three baby 'coons 
were shot and killed 
at the old cottonwood tree 
down on the old road 
where I often walk. 

One baby 'coon wasn't completely dead 
and Jenne put it in Edward's kennel-box 
in the milk-room. 

It isn't known 
who shot and killed the baby 'coons;
Somebody just driving by....... 

Going on:  

Jenne put out an APB on her facebook page
for the killer of the little coonies.  
Heaven help them,  when Jenne finds out 
who did it.  

I walked down the old country road 
in the falling sun 
with Charlie-dog trotting 
and big black Buddy-dog 
ambling along, 
past the old cottonwood tree, 
where the cat-sized bodies lay in a row 
on the ridge of the ditch, 
across the railroad track, 
to the bridge.  

The creek -- which is really just drainage,
but they call it a creek -- ran a little   
blue-brown babble under the bridge
and then got lost in the tall green grass. 

I felt lost too. 

Valediction - Sypsey's Farewell Address

Monday, May 23, 2016

Valediction of a Three Percenter by Mike Vanderboegh

"Valediction -- noun, An act of bidding farewell; a leave-taking; a speech or statement made as a farewell." -- Merriam Webster Dictionary

(Note from Mike: As time gets close, I wanted to get these words out while my mind is still clear.  Don't write my obituary just yet, but these words needed saying.)  
As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. There is one body and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called; one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all. -- Ephesians, Chapter 4, 1-6.
"I love my country, my God and my kind. I have served them all and I want no praise of song or prose." -- C.C. Sheats, Alabama Unionist
Valediction of a Three Percenter
For many years I have introduced myself as a Christian libertarian who believed in God, free men, free markets, the rule of law under the Founders' Republic, and that the Constitution extended to everyone regardless of race, creed, color or religion. As I take my leave from this existence, I must admit that the Constitution, as the Founders crafted it, is now or soon will be dead -- killed by corruption and collectivism and mostly by our own sloth and moral cowardice in opposing its enemies.
Yet if the Constitution is dead as an organizing and unifying force in this nation, the principles enunciated in the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights can never die as long as there remain free men and women who believe in the Founders' vision. This is the essence of the Three Percent, that no matter how small our numbers are -- if we remain armed and determined -- we may yet preserve the flickering flame of liberty.
However principled, you must still be clearheaded about the realities facing us. We are on the brink of chaos that will make the agonies of the former Yugoslavia look like child's play. Anyone who believes otherwise is whistling past the graveyard of history. There will be no deliverance from the rigged game of national politics. If any of our traditional liberties are to be saved it will be on a local basis of community, county and church, secured by your own efforts, your own organization, with your own friends and neighbors according to the principles enunciated by the Founders. I envisioned the Three Percent movement with that local focus in mind, as a philosophy, a discipline, of the armed citizenry. I enunciated some of these in the Three Percent Catechism. The growth of the concept has been startling. Yet many of those who claim to be "Three Percenters" haven't a clue about the principles upon which the movement was founded. While the concept of a determined minority of the armed citizenry has continued to grow, so has confusion about the mission of the Three Percent and how that mission should be carried out. I summed up the Catechism in this way:
"These four principles -- moral strength, physical readiness, no first use of force and no targeting of innocents -- are the hallmarks of the Three Percent ideal. Anyone who cannot accept them as a self-imposed discipline in the fight to restore the Founders' Republic should find something else to do and cease calling themselves a "Three Percenter."
As said in the Washington Post just this morning by B.J. Soper of the Central Oregon Constitutional Guard: "If we're going to effect change it has to be done at a local level." Anything that takes time and resources from such local efforts is a waste that we cannot afford. At its most basic and irreducible, what the Three Percent movement was designed to do was to REBUILD THE CONCEPT OF CITIZENSHIP, one citizen at a time. This begins with you, with each and every one of us. Citizenship is defined by the dictionary as "the state of being vested with the rights, privileges, and duties of a citizen." Three Percenters are insistent about all three of those components of citizenship, that is why our collectivist would-be masters are so hateful and afraid of us -- we actually take citizenship seriously, as a way of life, and not just a word. This attitude makes us scary even to folks who silently agree with what we say -- we LIVE what they CLAIM to believe. But that is the difference between a citizen and a subject, between free people and mere inhabitants of a place. If I am remembered at all, let me be known as a citizen of the Founders' Republic.
Not long after my doctor gave me the final prognosis, I was told by a reader that I would be recalled as someone "who taught us how to fight on every battlefield." It was humbling to me for him to say so, but that is what a citizen does -- he fights on every battlefield to best of his ability and resources. And if after I am gone the Three Percent movement should prove to be my living monument, it will be because it is made up of citizens of the Founders' Republic, faithful to their vision and to God's will and purpose.
God has blessed me throughout my life with many friends and supporters. I could not have accomplished anything without them. They are all truly citizens in all senses of the word. I am proud to have known you. It has been an honor. Now I leave you behind on this battlefield to carry on the fight. I wish I could stick around but God seems to have a different schedule in mind. Your futures and those of my family -- all our families, our friends -- indeed our country as envisioned by the Founders as well as our entire way of life are in your own hands, yourselves alone, subject to the will and infinite power of God. God does not promise us victory. He does command us to stand. The Founders bent their knees in prayerful supplication to the Almighty. I believe that the string of improbable events that comprised the miracle of the Revolution can be ascribed to nothing less than God's will. He may yet provide others.
But absent a miracle, your victory will be won by citizens rising to the duties and challenges of citizenship. It will be won one citizen, one locality, one community at a time -- according to the example of the Founders, organizing fellow citizens in the light of Three Percent principles.
As for me I have tried to live up to the epitaph of Chris Sheats, an Alabamian who I long ago admired as a member of my pantheon of American heroes:
"I love my country, my God and my kind. I have served them all and I want no praise of song or prose."


Anonymous said...
From that den of smugglers and pirates Baltimore I salute you !
Zardoz The Magnificent said...
God Bless you and Godspeed dude
Anonymous said...
Thank you Mike. Unlike Cain, you have surely been our brother's keeper.
Anonymous said...
It was a pleasure to have known you, I'll be seeing you one day again but in the time between be assured there will be many of us carrying on where you left off, don't ya know.

Comrade X
Anonymous said...
Oh, how I wept for Him, for out of the tears a deadly resolve.
doubletrouble said...
Godspeed, Mike.
Prayers continue.
Moshe (Zelman Partisans) said...
Chazak v.Amatz ! (Be Strong and Courageous)

You have fought a good fight !

Moshe, of the Zelman Partisans, Salutes you!
Anonymous said...
Scripture tells us to "finish well", you are doing just that.
Thank you for this last read, it will be sent on many emails, letters, tweets and what have you. Good advice for the threeper's you leave behind. Many of us can't help but see you as a father figure, and we miss you already.
God Bless,
Horse-Tied Creek
Smokey Behr said...
From behind enemy lines in the People's Republic of California, may you have fair winds and following seas.
Anonymous said...
MV, Thanks for the blog and clear thinking along the way. These words and images will last as long as our civilization can keep the backups refreshed (redundant RAID5's in different regions connected by fiberoptics) and the paper dry. The most inspirational was seeing you on stage belting it out after crossing State lines with contraband: nothing to lose and a nation to save. Prayers from the inland Pacific NW. -pdxr13
skybill said...
Hi Mike,
'Not much I can say at this point in time. 'Don't know how many spins around the Sun I have left in this old carcass as the law of diminishing returns is taking its toll. For what time I have left I will "Carry on." I have my "AO" staked out and as part of the old "General Orders" we first had to learn in Boot Camp....I am,"Observing everything within sight and hearing."
Take care, Buddy,
Your man in Manchac,
Audentes, Fortuna, Juvat,
JC Dodge said...
Re-posted with commentary.
gracecountrybiblechurch said...
2 Cor 5:4-8... "For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life. Now he that hath wrought us for the selfsame thing is God, who also hath given unto us the earnest of the Spirit. Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord."

Amen and amen.
Anonymous said...
Thank you for those words! We all surely need to be reminded exactly what it is that we stand for.
We love you, Mike and Rosey.
God bless you both.
Tom Skoch said...
God be with you and your family, Mike. Thanks for your vision and your courage.
Wirecutter said...
I've linked to it, although I don't have anything profound to say. Mike said it all too well.
Neil E. Wright said...

Saying "goodbye" is always a hard thing to do. I'm grateful that I have the opportunity now, to tell you how much I've learned from reading your articles over the last many years. Indeed, I've converted many of your articles to .pdf files so I might continue to read them, and pass them around to my little circle.

Back in the 70s, I would have (and did) consider you my enemy, as I first went to Vietnam in 1970-71. But, by the grace of God, you saw the light, and I've come to consider you a friend I've never personally met, and a comrade-in-arms, in the struggle of FREEDOM over tyranny!

Godspeed to you, my friend. I'll look forward to meeting you on the other side.

Neil E. Wright

Anonymous said...

I have enjoyed your posts, and company while in Connecticut and will miss your keen intellect and insight.

You will be missed but never forgotten and we will keep the movement alive and moving forward - one person at a time.

Behind the lines...
Chiu ChunLing said...
"Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep. All that ever came before me are thieves and robbers: but the sheep did not hear them. I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture. The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep. But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep. The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep."

What is life? How shall we have it "more abundantly"?

Life is more than a particular arrangement of organic chemistry, for a corpse is not alive. Nor is it merely the continuation of biological processes, it is now a commonplace to keep a body alive after brain death. Life is the ability to act to bring about consequences according to our desires. It is, in a word, freedom.

Freedom is not mere liberty, the absence of restrictions on our ability to act. Freedom is the connection between our desires and our outcomes, the process by which our choices effect our destiny. To be free, we must have possibilities we desire, which we can bring about through our chosen actions. That means we must have different options of actions from which to choose, and the consequences of those various actions must be different in our estimation of their desirability. It also means we must have some knowledge of which consequences will result from any action we might take. Choices, knowledge, and consequences.

Jesus said, "If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed; And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." He did not say anything about having choices or consequences because we always have both, even if we sometimes want to pretend we don't. The essential component of freedom which the circumstances of mortal life does not continuously provide at all times is knowledge of which consequences will follow our choices. It is that knowledge that Jesus offers as the truth in His word.

We call the act of considering this truth "repentance". The world does not like it, but we continue to preach it. And the consequence of this choice we are also taught. "Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is now come, that ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone: and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me. These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world."
Steve Miller said...
Words cannot express but I shall attempt nonetheless. I am so very very blessed beyond belief to have met you on multiple occasions, listened up close and personal (at one WA event I was perhaps 5 feet from you) to your speeches, attended your classes, even shared a meal or two. I wish you and your family every grace and comfort from God's hands during these days and certainly in the future. I too am honored to have shared your presence here on God's Earth my friend.
mobius wolf said...
Thank you. I will endeavor to live up to your example. I'm sure many of us won't be far behind, so keep an eye out for us.

Maine Highlands
Anonymous said...
All Is Well

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to eachother, we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It's the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All Is Well

Henry Scott Holland
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral

God Bless Mike. Thank You

Respectfully and Sincerely,
Tom W.

Dakota said...
Take care old friend, you have been a great source of strength and guidance. I could never forget your speech in the tent, and all you have done.
Unknown said...

Terry Croup
Hinckley MN
New Jovian Thunderbolt said...
Anonymous said...
Dear Mr. Vanderboegh,

You request no praise-therefore you shall have none.

You will accept the thanks of another former leftist.

Thank you for leaving your (and my) now former fellow travelers.

Thank you for fighting on behalf of the remains of civilization and humanity.

Thank you for holding the line for civilization and humanity long enough for me to have reached my limit with our former comrades. That limit was the Gun Free School Zone Act in my case-you know why that was the final straw as well as I.


Very respectfully,


Chris said...
Thank you. You will not be forgotten, your labors were not for naught.
tjbbpgobIII said...
Mike, yours was one of the first blogs l found when first l came to our little world. It has seen me come and go sometimes when l didn't agree with something you said. I came to realize that old saying about opinions and yours was as valid, if not more so than mine, since you put in all the daily work. So hoping we see each other somewhere down the road and over the hill.
Your comrade
Joe tjbbpgoblll
chris said...
Mike you are a true follower of God, a true Patriot, and a true American. When our time comes all we can do is pray we have lived a good life according to our Lord's words, serving our Fellow man and Country. Walk with God, and when the time comes, as it will for all of us, please tell Bill I love him. He died being all the things you mentioned above. With love for God and Nation. Chris
Mario Albano said...
Thank you for your brilliant insights into the minds of the oligarchs. You are an honorable man; may God always keep you in His bosom.
Tony Walabiscuit said...
If I were allowed, I would trade places with you Mike. The only other person I ever felt that way about was my grandmother who raised me. She survived with cancer for decades (a tough road, no doubt) until a broken hip landed her in the hospital at the same time of the Waco siege. A nurse left her window open because of the smell from using the bed pan on a rainy February day. She died of pneumonia a couple days later. I would have given all I am to switch with her. And I truly feel this way about you as well. So I will offer the best I have to you by telling you some personal truths that probably mean nothing in the scheme of things but mean something to me and,I hope, God.
I sat at my dog's grave every morning and night saying prayers under the 3% flag and each time for months I have ended with, 'please help Mike Vanderboegh and his family through this hard time and please give Mike the strength, courage, faith and humility he needs to allow you into him so that you can cleanse him of his sins; so that you can cleanse him of the cancer; so that you can heal his heart, mind, body and soul.'
I tell you this because now I'm on the Appalachian trail and (as childishly hopeful as it may seem) I want every bit of pain I experience to be removed from you. It is by chance I saw this post because I got stuck in horrible rain and hiked about 21 miles over the last couple days in soaking wet boots and my feet couldn't carry me any longer. So I'm in a town healing my soles for a day or two. Enough time to hope in the spirit of 2 or more that everyone who reads this asks God to let my pain add to your life. I don't know what else to do other than to suplicate myself before God and hope I'm not blasphemous in asking that my actions become a living prayer for your well being and longevity.
I'm not now, nor have I ever been a particularly good man, but I would give what I have so that your family and the world could keep you in it.
I refuse to quit and I hope I can still see you're here the next time I'm able to get online.
God bless you Mike.

quaker said...
Thank you for continuing to think of us even in your late hour. You are an amazing, inspiring writer, thinker, leader, and Mensch.

As patriots, as Christians, we know what we are really up against: "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." [Ephesians 6:12 NIV]

You have blessed us with Matthew. I see clearly what a good father you have been. Thank you for lighting our way in this long fight. May your light always shine bright. May the Father prepare an honored place for you at his Table.

TheBohunk said...
Mike, know that you have changed countless lives for the better. I know mine has been.

Thank you for everything.

Watt Webb said...
God Bless you Mike,
you've been a great friend and watchtower.
Sean said...
At my back, I always hear, Times winged chariot, hurrying near. I wandered over here a while ago, recommended by Kim du Toit. You're the man. Love, Sean.
Eddy Matthews said...
Godspeed Mike. Thank you for what you have taught.
Jonas Parker said...
“I have seen flowers come in stony places,
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust too.”
―John Masefield
Nancy said...
Thank you, Mike.
Anonymous said...
MV, Truely, the best history teacher I ever had!!
Your a National Treasure, IMHO.

God Bless to you, and yours

Abram said...
Here's to life, and living well;
here's to death, and dying well.

I consider it a privilege to have met you; you're good people.

Anonymous said...
Thank you Mike.Behind enemy lines Ct.
Vengeance is Mine said...
May the Good Lord bless you and your house, Mike Vanderboegh. May you go to your reward with a clear conscience and a light heart for a job well done on earth.

In the same of the father and the son and the holy ghost, amen.
chris muir said...