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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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Tobie makes himself (somewhat) useful…
Should have named him Dozer. So this morning I finally took myself and a few tools and one very eager puppy back to finish repairing the paper target rack… …while Tobie went immediately back to his self-imposed chore. Points for … Continue reading
Maybe I’ll go back to bed…
Oh, boy. Here’s another thing to dislike about a wet monsoon – even though it hasn’t even been all that wet this week. Something that’s blooming or pollinating or whatever has my nose running like a river. Hard to get … Continue reading
But first, some road work.
I wanted to work on that target stand this morning while it was cool, but further work required the Jeep and the Jeep hasn’t been in the wash for over a month. My driveway apron washed away early and there’s … Continue reading
Sometimes you just need a big hammer.
So during the big storms of a few weeks ago a piece of the rifle range backstop’s caprock… …came down to visit the paper target stand… …and knocked it pretty definitely out of plumb. I had other worries at the … Continue reading
Dispatch from the tail end of the ammo supply chain…
Happened to go to town yesterday morning, filled my empty kitchen propane bottle and one of the little ones that fuel the water heater at Ian’s place. L wanted a stop at the local drug store, and I went in … Continue reading
I used to really hate painting.
There was nothing I enjoyed less, nothing I couldn’t so easily find reasons to put off or avoid. And of all the painting chores in the world, is there anything more tedious than… …railings? But during the Lair’s first paint … Continue reading
The desert smells like a rose garden.
If we get a wet monsoon, the cliffroses bloom again. And right now they’re going nuts. Cliffroses aren’t roses at all but they have a heavy sweet scent that reminds me of many years ago when I raised damask roses … Continue reading
I’ve wanted to paint this wellhouse for years…
…but with the cheapest exterior paint available costing around $35/gallon, I really couldn’t afford to. Ian and I recently came to a sort of agreement about that, which freed me up to do more necessary maintenance. So I hit it … Continue reading
Rat nest in the throttle linkage. Again.
Yesterday morning I drove to D&L’s to meet them for the Monday morning water run. Got up my hill, and then all of a sudden the throttle didn’t work. Didn’t freak out about it, this has happened before, I just … Continue reading
We had the beginning of a really big show yesterday afternoon…
The usual practice is to look out the kitchen window to the SE and you can see what the weather’s going to be this afternoon. A wet monsoon removes that bit of predictability; you never know what direction a storm … Continue reading
Still life with fruit
This summer has presented me with the very unusual and unexpected question… …at what point do you harvest a pear tree? I brought this one inside to leave in a bowl for a week and see if it softens up … Continue reading
Unexpected Care Packages!
Landlady came up last night with some unexpected packages! I was only expecting a couple of sacks of dog food, courtesy of Big Brother… This brand of dog food is an indulgence on my part: Longtime readers know that I’ve … Continue reading
55% humidity, forsooth…
And this is why I live in the SW desert, and not in southern Florida. Normally it’s dry; very dry. I like very dry. Right now, not quite so much. 55% humidity indoors. All my twisted joints and broken bones … Continue reading
The one good thing about a wet monsoon…
I went with D&L to the Palace of Food yesterday morning and couldn’t help notice that… …the normally rather sere landscape is looking awfully green and growy this month. I recognize the need for wet seasons in dry country but … Continue reading
Ian’s pipe leak fixed…
…by method #NoneOfTheAbove. Sometimes I’m not the most … observant person. Exhibit A: a frost-free sillcock, slightly damaged, which attaches to its supply pipe with… …a female threaded fitting. And what does that tell us about the pipe it’s no … Continue reading
There’s something you don’t see every day, Joel…
The top of my toolbox is always a mess: I really don’t have enough storage space, and what space I do have is poorly maintained. But I wasn’t expecting the extra-added mess I found today when I went into the … Continue reading
Oh, Ian. What have you done?
At quarter to eight in the morning I’ve wrenched my back, soaked my boots, worked up a muck sweat that keeps fogging my glasses, lost my temper at my dog, gotten a jackhammer chisel so wedged between concrete and rebar … Continue reading
Still trying to bore through that wall…
And in pursuit of that goal, this morning I took a reader’s advice and knocked together an a-frame to take the weight of the jackhammer. And that helped a lot: I got quite a bit done before I ran out … Continue reading
Yesterday was the last day for the T&S gig…
…and I was going to celebrate by riding the ebike up there in the morning, but… …Tobie insisted that the job required a dog. I worked so hard to get him to accept the Jeep that now I seldom have … Continue reading
“There’s something you don’t see every day, Tobie.”
Tobie and I were taking a nice long morning walkie in the wash downstream from the Lair, when an annoying buzzing began.









































