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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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One step at a time.
I got a lot of woodcutting done yesterday but was super tired for the whole rest of the day which told me I was rushing a bit fast and asking to hurt myself again. So even though I rolled out … Continue reading
Our little green-egg laying machine
We have one Araucana (or possibly Ameraucana, not sure) hen that came as an oddball with the dozen Leghorns Neighbor S bought two years ago. I call her Oddball Girl because she’s definitely the odd chicken out and spends a … Continue reading
Almost done.
This unexpectedly turned into a good morning for woodcutting. I got all the loose pallet parts and all the old lumber I collected from that cleanup gig chopped to stove lengths… …and it made a surprising pile in the trailer. … Continue reading
Before enlightenment chop wood, haul garbage.
Sorry about the blank spot. It’s not that nothing’s going on, it’s just that the things that are going on are just like the things that went on before them. I’ve been demolishing pallets and then chopping the pieces to … Continue reading
With apologies to the Woodpile Report…
…I made pretty good progress today. Got all the loose stuff cut up, which made for three solid wheelbarrow loads. Which, after stacking, brought the third new tier up over halfway. It’s a nice calm cool day and I’d go … Continue reading
Learning to trust the instruments…
We had this discussion several years ago, I could probably find it if I cared to search long enough – every now and then the water supply system fails, it has found several ways to do it, and while I … Continue reading
Nothing worse than a friendly tarantula hawk…
…and then this morning I was cutting wood, right? And things were going okay but I wasn’t running at quite 100% and was kind of looking for an excuse to knock off and go ahead and stack what I already … Continue reading
Water heater *mostly* installed…
Wow, yesterday was a busy one… We started a little after 7:30 and didn’t knock off until almost five. The problem with building an underground house is that you have to plan things like utility venting long in advance – … Continue reading
Wow, I can be dim sometimes…
When the Lair’s addition went up 3 years ago I included a back door for convenience and fire safety. But the door I had to work with didn’t have a cutout for a deadbolt and the lock on the knob … Continue reading
This retirement business is too much like work.
Hopefully this “all these things I gotta do, all these places I gotta go” nonsense is coming to a middle. I made what ought to be the last trip in my back-and-forth gig this morning… …and can bid adieu to … Continue reading
Last trip to the Palace of Food…
A long ride in D&L’s truck, followed by about an hour’s unsnarling plastic wrap, results in the most suburban food stash ever in the history of the Secret Lair… Between a bunch of gasoline and this I’d be broke for … Continue reading
The horse gets a vote.
This is Doc, Neighbor D’s new riding horse. Doc is a very fine fellow. Smart, friendly, well-trained – and even in a seller’s market D got him at a fairly good price because when it came to doing his actual … Continue reading
Random Gulchy Moments
I’m doing a twice-a-day gig to T&S’s place right now, which I’d kind of like to use the bike for because at least the afternoons are gorgeous right now. Unless I take the Bumpy Road up to the plateau, and … Continue reading
Got an early start this morning…
I went to do chicken chores a little before seven, then straight up the Bumpy Road and across the plateau to T&S’s place. Happily the Jeep is currently in good health more or less, notwithstanding the bits that keep falling … Continue reading
Oh, break out the popcorn, boys and girls…
Trump’s got the Virus of Inevitable Doom. Cue MSM meltdown in 3…2…oh, who am I kidding. I was probably the last person to know.
The only guy who could get me to watch…
…any part of a ‘debate’ between The Only Two Individuals In The Whole Frickin’ Nation Qualified To Be President Of The United States, ladies and gentlemen! (we’re doomed)
First of the month, and…
…a bit of a frosty one, by our standards. That’ll change as soon as the sun clears the ridge, of course, but… …it was cheering to be able to note that I’m officially 1/3 done with the minimum I promised … Continue reading
I want my rear window back…
It’s that time of year – I’m wearing layers and gloves while waiting for the sun to clear the horizon, and will leave a trail of textiles till I’m in a t-shirt before noon. I want to go cut wood … Continue reading
If you want to be the last person able to buy ammo during a panic…
Your pistol calibers are .32 ACP and .41 Magnum. At least judging from the ammo available at the local drug store. 🙂 I was surprised to see they actually got in a little .223 Remington. And for a wonder they … Continue reading









































