As of this past weekend, an industrious vandal is trying to warn the locals about the very people they’ve hired to protect them.
Around midday on Sunday, Addy Free was returning home from his work as an assistant registrar at Macalester College in St. Paul. Free had just stepped off a bus when he spotted what appeared to be an official traffic sign… until he got a closer look.


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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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Who would not love such sarcasm, such humor?
Like a Simon Jester sigh, but more situation-specific.
Joel, I am glad you are high and dry, and hope that this adventure hasn’t caused any permanent losses for you. But glad to know that the lair is above flood plain and out of danger. I hope that is the last of the raging river.
Congratulations again on the progress on the addition. Very impressive!
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Nice, that sign could be placed in a majority of American cites. It’s funny, a few of the guys I used to work with became cops and to a person they all think American cops are under trained trigger happy nuts. One of them has even refused to travel to the not so United States stating to his bosses he didn’t feel it was safe.
Though there are ideological holdouts, you’ll get fewer and fewer arguments from American “civilians.”
You know all the signs: First there was the whitebread acceptance of cops, urban and rural, thumping on swarthy “dirtbags” and making them feel all safe. Then there was the rise of SWAT. Then there was David Grossman’s “killology” and his cop-stroking “sheepdog” analogy. Then there was all that military material dropped on police departments by the feds. Then there was the rise of “your first duty is to get home safe etc.” Cop unions and arbitration boards developed rules that virtually amounted to licenses to kill; there were “investigations” and paid vacations galore but nobody ever got busted for a bad shooting. And then everybody was shocked! to find the killings getting more and more blatant, until you’ve got dead kids with pellet guns in parks, dead punks already proned and cuffed when the shooting starts, dead guys with packaged BB guns in Wal-Mart, dead CCW licensees in their own cars. All the examples I’m thinking of are black; the nation didn’t go crazy till a black cop shot a blonde Australian in Minneapolis – which makes me think maybe the race-baiters screaming “racism” all these years had at least a piece of a point.