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.
The comments there are awesome.
I couldn’t make myself read more than a minute. Couldn’t find the comments, which is why I went there. I want my 2 minutes back, Joel!
My soul was shattered when I read that article. The hubris, the narcissism, the self-aggrandizement were all at fatal overdose levels – I despaired for humanity and western civilization. It was truly a “Beam me up Scotty, there’s no intelligent life here” moment.
Then I read the comments, and became convinced that there was hope after all.
Yes, the comments were humorous. This kid loves her some self. She is really impressed with her.
I get the biggest kick out of these
“Let’s all hop on a few jumbos and jet all the way to Paris; there to bitch moan and whine about people using fossil fuels for frivolous or selfish reasons” type things who want to basically ignore their own contributions to the CO2 that really isn’t THAT big of a deal.
I would rather be trapped for a few weeks in a locked cell with my ex wife than even be on the same bus downtown for ten minutes with this twit and her platitude laden so called life. Bitch needs to get a job.
Ima celebrate this twit by driving my V10 powered RV up to Atascadero, head over to the Madonna Inn and grab a huge slab of prime rib and feed the wifey a big ass ribeye. Then, I may just go to the Gunshow when I get back and buy some lead for casting bullets. A lot of fucking lead. And about 5000 primers. Aw hell, how about some Goex while I’m there. I may just get the big block El Camino in the garage running and finally stuff that 500+ CI crate motor in it…..get a vanity plate that says “355” and send her some pix…….
Really, if I was tolerant of registering for comments, I’d link Dennis Leary’s video for the Asshole Song in the comments.
Check out all that global warming in the background.