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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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We saw it on the way home and decided Monsoon is Here, which always means race the storm because even if it isn’t over your home you don’t know how long it’s been lingering over a dry riverbed, or the … Continue reading
There’s a fourth one already in the Jeep. I/we keep a dispenser working at Ian’s place, for a sort of way station, and it went empty yesterday as well. And… …yesterday afternoon I ended up going back to Ian’s place … Continue reading
…it felt hotter yesterday because I was out in the sun longer. Today just feels like July, so, y’know, of course it’s hot. No need to be a pussy about it. Yesterday felt like an ordeal by sun, even though … Continue reading
Now all I need is the glass, which to be safe is a 2-man job. This should exactly double the output, which basically means I can get 1.5 big buckets of hot water instead of 3/4 of one – and … Continue reading
…with a few rifles to zero, his local ranges being closed. Not for any bullshit Covid shutdown, but for fire season. Along with a couple of videos it was three hours in the sun on the hottest day so far … Continue reading
Get a load of this… The incident in that post may in the fullness of time be remembered as Torso Boy’s greatest moment; neighbors were talking about it at a get-together yesterday. And now he’s receiving generous gifts from afar. … Continue reading
Took the bike to chicken chores this morning. Got to the end of my little side road, looked left and right, and… Incoming from the right was a small pod (herdlet? whatever.) of cattle which immediately stopped when they saw … Continue reading
Sorry for the no posting, it’s just hot here and nothing’s going on. Sort of an all-week siesta. I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s such a thing as too many pockets: I was looking all over for the tiny … Continue reading
I woke to the gentle lowing of cattle all around me – which would probably be kind of a WTF moment for most people but I’ve been expecting it. Alas I’m not hitting on all cylinders when I first wake … Continue reading
I went on a long afternoon ride yesterday without considering that the ebike had already been back and forth on chicken chores a couple of times and wasn’t fully charged no matter what the power bar said. I ended up … Continue reading
I loaded nearly my last sized and primed .44 Special cases yesterday, which means… …it’s time for another turn of the Great Circle of Brass. Got the tumbler running while I went off, TB-less, on morning chicken chores… Sometimes I … Continue reading
Some sort of Walther clone was my best guess but I couldn’t identify it and didn’t give it much thought…
So … Bryco? Why would a rich lawyer lady carry a Bryco? Funny, anyway… The gun handling was cringeworthy to be sure; if these two ever took any training they must be among the few in history who flunked. But … Continue reading
Periodically I stop at Landlady’s house to check mousetraps and generally try to keep entropy to a minimum. This morning I was greeted on the porch by an intermittent but rather loud rustling noise, and I couldn’t find the source … Continue reading
H/T to The Adaptive Curmudgeon, who’s having the same problem adapting to our brave new world as I am. And he has less excuse – I mean the word is right in his handle.
With the shim I installed last evening, the Model 69 was 96% on reloaded ammo: 2 light strikes from fifty rounds. Not bad – even borderline acceptable for practice ammo, given that I don’t use handloads for anything but practice … Continue reading
I’m going to fix my pistol’s light strikes if it’s the last thing I do! My new/old S&W L-frame has the most delightful trigger of any pistol I ever owned! As well it should, since it’s easily the nicest pistol … Continue reading
Well, that’s out of the way. Sooner or later I had to schedule a trip to the big town about 50 miles away to get my new leg adjusted. And time will tell how much that helps. Nice to have … Continue reading
Music to my ears, especially coming from Neighbor L whom I love like a sister but sometimes think of as kind of a Karen when it comes to neighborhood gunfire. We came back from the Monday morning water run to … Continue reading