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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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Care Packages! “Look at all this Spam” edition.
I haven’t seen Landlady in five weeks, and some of this stuff has sat at her house for longer than that. So apologies if you’d given up ever hearing what became of your kind care package. About five weeks ago, … Continue reading
Probably should have done this right at the first…
I filled that hole yesterday afternoon after spending an hour in the wash collecting stones for LB’s grave. Filled it with rocks and then smoothed it out with the displaced sand. Went past Boot Hill first thing this morning to … Continue reading
That’s just rude: Rabbit desecrates LB’s grave
Somehow not entirely unfitting under the circumstances. Several of the graves on Boot Hill have decorative rocks that may serve some accidental protective function. I never got around to doing that with LB’s grave, and this morning I found reason … Continue reading
Oh, here we go…
I went out for a nice long walky this morning – the weather was perfect for it, no wind or rain, temp just cold enough to freeze the mud. No direct sun which isn’t so great for the batteries but … Continue reading
The Inconstant Dog
I shouldn’t complain. I keep inheriting the care of dogs who were raised by women, and who prefer the company of women even if they accept living with me from day to day. TB, of course, spent his whole life … Continue reading
“‘Prosthesis?’ You keep using that word.”
“I do not think it means what you think it means.” Or maybe I’m just behind the times. That’s not uncommon. I happened to be reviewing the game camera mem card just now. Nothing on it but some rodents hanging … Continue reading
Awright, this isn’t funny anymore.
Rain. Rain since sometime around eleven last night. This is the desert. It’s an arid environment. And I really hate mud*. It hasn’t been cold enough to waste wood and make a big mess running the woodstove. But I’m gonna … Continue reading
Good thing D&L wanted to go to town…
I took the opportunity of this patch of mild weather to finally decide whether I’m done cutting winter wood. Decided I was, which meant changing the oil in the generator, draining it of fuel, and putting it away for the … Continue reading
Does this really work for you, lady?
Get a load of this nearly irresistible* offer that appeared in my inbox! So lemme get this straight – in exchange for an undetermined amount of theoretical money (this lady) wants to basically take over TUAK. And while the benefits … Continue reading
Standin’ in the kitchen without my britches on…
Which sounds like TMI, I know. But we got a bit of sun, which means I could use my clothes iron which pulls almost as much power as a powersaw, which means… …I could patch a couple of new holes … Continue reading
Just because I think it’s funny…
…and in keeping with my observation that “baby Yoda” memes appear to be required by law just lately…
“1884 Tacticool”
I got a real kick out of this… When I was much younger and competitive “practical” pistol shooting was getting to be a thing, I was as much into tacticool gadgets as my budget allowed – often to what turned … Continue reading
Hello. Who are you?
Never saw that one before. No idea who it belongs to.
Solar panel placement pro-tip…
Within reason, and if you can avoid shadows, a ground mount is better than a roof mount – especially in snow country. If you do live in snow country, be sure you build the mount high enough to allow for … Continue reading
Observe the snow. It fornicates*.
Torso Boy got me out of bed at 0-dark thirty with an urgent demand, and left lots of closely-spaced little tracks in the new snow that completely covered my new porch floorboards. Lots of wind and at least some snow … Continue reading
If Greta Thunberg is doing this, I’ll be very upset with her.
Alternate title: That Escalated Quickly… I just had a very unpleasant trip to morning chicken chores. And this… …wasn’t like this half an hour ago. And the outdoor temperature… …was fourteen degrees warmer half an hour ago. And my fingers … Continue reading
Mole?
These mounds are popping up all over Ian’s turn-around. They don’t really look like mole mounds, there’s no sign of tunneling around them. Just fresh dirt thrown up by something burrowing for warmth – daily – right out in the … Continue reading
I had a laugh this morning and wondered what it says about me…
…that these are my favorite winter pants. Maybe I’ve evolved into a deeply spiritual and contemplative savant with no use for fashion or any of the other trappings of materialistic society, and have achieved a state of perfect inner peace? … Continue reading









































