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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 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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I think most of it is the voice. When she was young she had such a voice. Maybe some of it is that I have no memory of my mother. But at least a little of it is the … … Continue reading
In the seventies the three greatest voices in country music were Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou Harris and Dolly Parton, in any order you like. They all worked together often and any time you get two or more of them on a … Continue reading
“Then I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing…” What? That I was gone? Nah. I hate winter but not that much. Just this minute got word from Big Brother that the hurricane missed them; I guess it didn’t officially … Continue reading
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Yeah, allow me to retort by introducing you to the cuisine of my people. Landlady sent this to me this morning…
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Gun-grabbers need to get some new arguments. They’ve worn the texture right off all the old ones. Here’s a law professor at Stanford University, going on about the country’s crying need for more victim disarmament… He argued that the Second … Continue reading
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…when you’re not musical at all, is that the same subconscious which planted it there may also feel free to revise and extend the lyrics. And so Talks To Himself may tend chickens while muttering “‘What a daaay for kickin’ … Continue reading
Ex-wives and traffic lights Busted pipes and busted hopes Politicians and lying bosses (but I repeat myself) Who promise whatever it takes for you to crawl in that bear’s cave But all you hope is the paycheck don’t bounce And … Continue reading
Click is the last of the original cats. By far the smartest – the desert could never get her. But she’s got something wrong with her hindquarters. I’m trying to get her to a vet, but it’s hard to get … Continue reading
You guys enjoy your Christmas. I’m just going to enjoy feeling my fingers soon.
Courtesy of Bear, here are a couple of young folks who might have given a bit more thought to prepping ahead of time. Not that it would have helped, probably…
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…And I want to hang on to it for a while, because it might make good relish for a post about something else. But I usually forget. So today’s Song in my Head is dedicated to most of mankind. Present … Continue reading
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