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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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Author Archives: Joel
Don’t pay the ransom, Mother. I escaped.
Yeah, I know. It’s damned rude to ghost your friends. Sorry. Really. I got some sort of crud a couple of weeks ago and it took its sweet time getting better. I wasn’t eating, wasn’t drinking, just sat and sweated … Continue reading
Here’s a winter prep I never thought I’d need…
I lost my bedroom heater two winters in a row because the burner orifice kept getting gummed up. Managed to improvise a cleaning the first time but last winter I had to replace it entirely, which took two separate shipments … Continue reading
Santa, I want an…
…integrally suppressed .22 bolt action carbine with an LPVO. Funny, before my evening shower (lord, it’s hot) I was very content with my guns. Couldn’t really think of anything I wanted. But while up at Ian’s a guy on the … Continue reading
Gettin’ hot…
Not as hot as it will get, but enough that I’m sneaking around the Gulch in my sweatin’ duds. Went out to get a bucket of hot water for dish washing, and wondered what all that hot sun was doing … Continue reading
“Please don’t pull Uncle Joel down the hill and break his neck.”
The main footpath away from the Lair goes right up the ridge behind the cabin and has two steep bits. There’s lots of little rocks embedded in clay and sand, and over time my back-and-forth breaks those little rocks loose, … Continue reading
My little first world problem…
Or, “Now I know how a lady in a shoe store feels.” (This unexpectedly turned into a wall of words, which I haven’t done in quite a while. Tobie is giving me That Look, so we have to go outside … Continue reading
“You! Do not keep me awake all night!”
These are words I just spoke to a dog. A gang of cattle has taken to overnighting in my yard. Tobie takes exception to this seems to find this exciting all the night long. Hell, I dunno. Maybe he likes … Continue reading
Damned cattle – this is the second time!
Some damned cow decided to try scratching her back on one of my Welcome signs. At least this time it was easy to fix. Last time it was this one… …and being set in concrete it took a shovel and … Continue reading
Goodies!
Finally a day rain-free enough I felt comfortable about taking the bike to town. And the bike came back laden! I know I’m always complaining about being on the ragged edge of the supply chain but this is ridiculous. I … Continue reading
Poor Tobie…
I don’t know if it’s a harbinger of an early Monsoon or not but we had one hell of a thunderstorm sweep through here yesterday. The sort of storm where I unplug all the indoor electronics and worry about my … Continue reading
I never heard it called a “plunk test” before, but…
It was a pretty good idea. Something I used to do when re-sizing revolver brass all the time. Took the barrel out of the pistol and “plunked” rounds into the chamber one at a time, a little under 450 times, … Continue reading
Youch. No more reloads for the Arex.
I thought I broke my gun. So in the previous post I mentioned that I had ordered 500 9mm reloads. Yesterday I picked them up in town, and this morning I loaded magazines and took them out to the driveway … Continue reading
Why are 115 grain 9mm bullets longer than 124 grain bullets?
A couple of months ago a friend of the blog sent me a princely gift: 450 rounds of bulk practice 115-grain 9mm and ten boxes of 124 grain. Yesterday I burned through (almost) the last of the 115-grain, and so… … Continue reading
Remember what I said about the weather going cool and cloudy?
Yeah. This is my fault.
Hillbilly Water Heater: That was harder than expected, but…
Last year I had nothing but trouble from my homemade water heater. 200 feet of black hose was so filled with calcium scale that it took forever to get water running freely – in fact I had trouble off and … Continue reading
Excellent timing!
Every two months Big Brother sends Tobie a care package in the form of a sack of expensive dogfood. And I meant to ask him to hold off on this one, because with D&L stuck in “therapy every weekday” mode … Continue reading
Tobie and I have developed a profound romantic disconnect…
To wit: Tobie loves cattle and wants to get to know everything about them. I hate cattle with the incandescence of a thousand suns. And the most wonderful thing about cattle – from Tobie’s point of view – is that … Continue reading
Another wildfire…
…just zoomed right over the scar of the record-breaking wildfire they had almost exactly 14 years ago. There is zero chance of it coming here but I woke up at like 3 ayem this morning unable to breathe through my … Continue reading









































