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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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How did I end up the neighborhood constable?
Yesterday afternoon it finally warmed up after a few seasonably cool days and some snow. It was Sunday, Landlady had returned to self-quarantining in the city and nobody was likely to call. I stripped down and had a much-needed sink … Continue reading
On care packages and “self-sufficiency”
I was away from the ‘pooter this weekend, sorry. Came back this morning to post the entry below and catch up on comments, seeing one that read in part… Just don’t pretend you are some kind of self-sufficient hermit living … Continue reading
When your favorite pants die…
…and you can’t bear to part with the corpse. Several years ago I inherited maybe half a dozen pairs of baggy canvas jeans from a neighbor. They were already in the “popping mysterious holes for no apparently rational reason” phase … Continue reading
Care packages – “Aren’t we fancy!” edition
Landlady came up this morning with care packages! Longtime Reader CH sent something that caused one of my sins to be remembered… …a whole bunch of .44 Magnum brass, which reminded me that in the Fall I moved all my … Continue reading
You can’t see it in the photo, of course, but…
We’re really wind-testing the panel rack improvements today. We’re not getting gusts quite of the magnitude that wrecked it last month, and it’s very substantially stronger now so I know intellectually that there’s nothing to worry about. But on such … Continue reading
Bon Appétit, I guess…
I went back to where I dumped that rotted-rat-infested water, with a mind to toss the carcasses farther downhill with a shovel and then pick up the bucket. …and there was nothing left of the rats but a tuft of … Continue reading
I can’t believe I missed doing this before…
Our grave national crisis needs a theme song, don’t you think? I’ve been a Weird Al fan since I truly don’t remember when but I do have one problem with his videos: Most of the time he’s parodying some forgotten … Continue reading
How to enjoy the Coronavirus Apocalypse
I don’t know why everybody says self-quarantine is boring. Simple steps can make it quite enjoyable. First, be born a neurotic introvert misfit loner. Second, spend most of a long life being miserable in various cities, constantly chafing under conditions … Continue reading
OH THAT’S GROSS!
Last couple of times I’ve been in Landlady’s barn I’ve detected a hint of corruption, as when a rat picks an inconvenient place to die. Found out what it was this morning. Somebody – I won’t mention any names but … Continue reading
Look what a neighbor gave me!
She reads the blog and knew about Torso Boy’s digestive system oopsie… It seems Wal-Mart’s chicken breast shortage was temporary, so she gave me a few to tide TB over (hopefully) until I can restock. So whether or not he’s … Continue reading
What sports commentators do…
…when all sporting events have been cancelled… He’s got a bunch of these.
My favorite folder
I was just putting away my going-to-town stuff, and it occurred to me I don’t think I ever mentioned my alltime favorite folder… Nothing fancy, just a Griptillian I’ve had since sometime in 2002. Bought it in a sporting goods … Continue reading
Quick TB Update…
Yeah, just a pancreatitis flare-up, and probably my fault: In hindsight tossing him the skins off those chicken thighs I brought home on Friday was not as cool as he thought it was at the moment. Yesterday he was sleepy … Continue reading
Torso Boy’s sick again.
Kept us both up all night shitting liquid. I doubt it’s his diet this time, though I do note that he just came off his bland boiled chicken & rice less than a week ago when I ran out of … Continue reading
Hoarder does not live by toilet paper alone.
The well water here is super hard, and anything immersed in it eventually becomes encrusted in calcium. It really does a number on the working bits of a toilet, as I long ago learned to my great inconvenience. Even when … Continue reading
D&L’s notion of stocking up for self-quarantine…
D&L wanted to go to town this morning, which is not on the usual weekly schedule, because they wanted to stock up on alfalfa pellets for their horses. They’ve been transitioning from hay bales to pellets because their white horse … Continue reading
“Why Won’t At-Risk Boomers Panic About the Wuhan Virus?”
“In Aesop’s fable about “The Boy Who Cried Wolf,” the moral of the story isn’t that the townsfolk should have believed the boy. The moral is that the boy shouldn’t have destroyed his credibility by falsely screaming wolf time and … Continue reading
Huh. Maybe I really should play the lottery…
I mean, what are the chances? Exactly the same count, three Thursdays running. I mean, it makes sense that Thursday will average a higher count. I currently split chicken chores with the neighbor who actually owns most of the chickens; … Continue reading
I recognize the mud, but what’s all this white stuff?
It started raining right around dark, and apparently rained on and off all night. Then we got this stuff, whatever it is… It’s been the wettest winter I can recall, but so mild there’s been relatively little snow. And it … Continue reading









































