They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
I’ve heard lots of tales of choking your chicken, but, this is the first I have heard about washing your chicken. . .
“Washing your chicken”. Is that what you call it, Joel?
And no, I’m not downloading the video. You might just be out for revenge for the Beethoven clip.
Confession time, I’m a 4H dad.
One of our chickens actually won best of breed at a local show.
This video not only didn’t surprise me it’s actively useful.
However my offspring commented that the chicken didn’t sound very happy.
And YES the 4H kids DO use Woolite on their sheep…