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.
How does a rational human not see the (I’m not even sure of the right word here- precoffee) telling us we don’t need self defense while we pay for theirs? Gah. It’s almost as if they only care about themselves even at our expense. Nah, can’t be it. I guess my task is figuring out how to be disaffected while remaining a patriotic citizen…
If only a shotgun is needed, why did all those LEO in Boston last week oppress the neighbor hoods with various types of rifles and sub machine guns? The risk of over penetration must of been horrendous. A shotgun with buckshot would of been safer…