I have a refrigerator! It’s been almost exactly nineteen years since I moved here, all that time planning food around minimum or no refrigeration. And now I not only have a refrigerator with actual food in it, but I also used my oven today during a rainstorm with heavy overcast – and the batteries didn’t complain about it at all. For years I’ve exclusively used the oven only when the sun was directly shining on the panels because my battery bank wasn’t sufficient to withstand the draw otherwise. Now – after 14 years of incrementally upgrading the electrical system – I’ve crossed the threshold of being able to do normal things without concern for the immediate weather. Oh, it’s still a solar power system, so extended gloom will still require the generator – but I have a generator, and a way to connect it to the batteries. It feels positively depraved. What’s next, limousines and champagne? Expensive hookers?
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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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I would invest in the hookers.
Next up, a 300 million ballroom addition?
I would suggest a drivers license. 🙂
Eric.
Now you can charge your Tesla.
Eric – If I remember correctly there are some bureaucratic nightmares preventing that from happening.
I remember back in the dark ages when I got a decent-paying job with insurance and the light bulb moment when it dawned on me I could afford the deductible to get my script of allergy medicine.
You are off the chain! Might as well do all of the above: start with the hookers, then keep them interested with limo and champagne! Hey, as you age, you are allowed a few ‘because I damn well said so’ upgrades and a few luxuries since gravity’s already taken plenty from you!
Yeah, I agree- I think I’d go with the hookers, first up.
Jacuzzi with a waterslide off the cabin roof, accessible by golden escalator. Add a handily mounted .50 M2HB for anti-cattle duty, and a bacon dispenser. Tobie is most enthusiastic about the bacon dispenser, but not cool with the BMG. Perhaps a suppressor would be considerate, and noise canceling headphones for the doggie.
Stay away from the limo and hookers…if it’s got tits or wheels it’ll give you nothing but problems.
Given the previous post , how about a new pair of pants?
Wireless video surveillance camera to reduce looking through the window into the darkness trying to determine why Tobie is going nuts. Or a gas stove that isn’t an electricity glutton.
Your infrastructure has evolved into the 1900s, but don’t get too caviler about all the luxuries. You’ve already got a fancy bedspread, if you don’t curb your enthusiasm, next you’ll be buying dust ruffles!
Cheap hookers aren’t cutting it anymore?
Actually a current driver license is cheap and you borrow a registered vehicle with friend to take you to the DMV.
Then you request an off road only plate for your jeep, no one in AZ will bother you on B grade roads or unimproved roads if you need to zip into town on rare occasions.
One month valid insurance is good enough. Ask the million or so Mexicans and OTM’s in AZ that are driving long after that one month expires, not that I am suggesting you do this. 😉
Well if you want expensive hookers, there’s always the Chicken Ranch:
https://chickenranchbrothel.com/
though you are probably not gonna get there on an e-bike!
Yeah.. What is the issue with the drivers license? Is a there financial liability from a previous accident? Or is it an attempt to be ‘different’?
I don’t see you adapting to an assisted living environment AT ALL. So an unrestricted vehicle will be required to deal with any mobility issues down the road.