“You want to know what they hate more than anything else in life? They can’t stand for people not to take them seriously. If you laugh at them for an instant, it’s just like – the devil walks in the room, right? And he goes, “I’m the Devil,” and you take a fork and poke him in the belly, and the gas comes out, and he’ll go twirling around the room like an unleashed balloon. That’s the way these guys are. You can’t laugh at them. They hate it, because they’re so full of shit, they’re so full of themselves that they just can’t believe that people don’t appreciate them for the grand, highly evolved creatures that they imagine themselves to be. They hate to be laughed at. If they weren’t so fucking dangerous, it would be fun to laugh at them all the time, but sometimes you have to take into account how much damage they can do.” – Frank Zappa
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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.
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Thats twice in a matter of days that I have bumped into this quote.
Yeah, it was showing up all over the place, day before yesterday. I had to look up the interview it came from to find out if it was real. It is – he said it in the context of those “Tipper Gore” obscenity hearings ‘way back when.