I’m told he’ll pull two people in a cart all day long. We’ll see, I guess. The cart’s due to arrive later today.
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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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Less poop to scoop…a threat to job security? Damnit, everybody’s downsizing.
An intriguing metaphor for less gov’t.
No, Jay… the silly animal is only eating the bits of hay it can pull out of the poop. Not good, but I don’t have to worry about the aftertaste personally, so who cares? 🙂
But I do hope nobody buys that ” pull a cart all day” idea. Not possible with any animal. It couldn’t walk “all day” totally unburdened without stopping for significant rest periods.
Actually, Jay, since H is currently down to 2.5 horses she did want to discuss my weekly rate. 🙁
And nobody’s likely to work the little thing “all day.” I’m sure it’s just an expression.
Mama, I wasn’t talking about what it’s nosing about in, I’m talking about just what Joel is experiencing…less horse, less poop.
Bummer, Joel. On the upside, winter’s coming, time to start thinking about those all important inside hobbies. Chasing Zoe, baking bread, throwing books at Zoe, making big pots of stew, screaming at Zoe, reading, shooting Zoe, cleaning your guns…
Wow, are you going to be busy this winter!
I’m just not sure I see the utility of that critter (equine-type, not feline-type) unless you’ve got a colony of hobbits moving into the area.
Unless we’re still talking steak.
My next door neighbors had 8 of them for years. They never did anything with them except feed them and clean up after them. Just last week they ended up giving them away for free.