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 left the city, abandoned a goodly percentage of my goods, 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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My former residence in the bad part of town had steel siding; there were pock marks (from puny bullets?). The cops showed up only if you told 911 you had already called the local tv station. They were setting up the remote-feed truck before the LEOs arrived. And my mother wants to know why I have a gun…
As the vehicle approached the house, officers opened fire, unloading a barrage of bullets into the back of the truck.
The truck was not a Nissan Titan, but a Toyota Tacoma.
The color wasn’t gray, but aqua blue.
And it wasn’t Dorner inside the truck, but a woman and her mother
“a tragic misinterpretation” Better known as assault with a deadly weapon(s), gross negligence at the very freaking best, when committed by non-cops.
the street was pockmarked with bullet holes in cars, trees, garage doors and roofs This is what highly trained cops call “marksmanship”.
Roofs? Plural? Pickup trucks fly? Who knew?
“As an officer, you look for cues.” yeah? When?
So it didn’t occur to these heroes that a truck not matching the suspect vehicle description, occupied by two latina ladies not matching the 270 pound suspect’s description, driving slowly and tossing out newspapers might be… I don’t know Routinely delivering newspapers, as thousands of carriers do in the wee hours of every morning all across the country?
Beck said it was not difficult to imagine how
officerscraven, cringing cowards who werealready on edgealready pissing their panties couldmake the mistake</strikefuck up so badly as theseofficersdangerous dipshits did.After the investigation is completed, Beck and an oversight board will
decide if officers were justified in the shooting or made mistakes that warrant either punishment or trainingannounce that the heroes acted within departmental policies and procedures in trying to kill an innocent 71yo woman and her daughter and award them all medals for valor.six bullet holes in the bumper and grill of her silver Acura MD-X and Ford Focus was hit as well
Goo said he could hear the bullets hitting the front door Front. Freaking. Door. Of a stationary house. Not in the road.
He said he called 911 for the police, but was notified that they were already there. Goo then asked if they could send the Crips or Bloods, or some other less lethal gang.
LAPD Policy is ….1) Shoot first, investigate later (if at all)
2) Anyone who is not an LAPD member is expendable.
So you see, everything _was_ according to policy.