I finished with my obligation to go to D&L’s at least once a day sometime last week, just in time to start going to S&T’s twice a day. That second thing ended yesterday, and I celebrated by going to bed whenever I damn well pleased last night and getting up whenever I damn well pleased this morning. Tobie actively disapproved of this juvenile and irresponsible behavior, but Tobie is not the boss of me. And now I am lingering over an unrushed breakfast with a large and visibly confused dog just behind my heels. He likes what he’s used to, and he’s used to me sticking more strictly to a schedule. He’s probably wondering how one goes about arranging an intervention, but we’re going for a nice long walkie as soon as I’m done here and that will probably get him off my ass.
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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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Us either! Which is good because it’s snowing and windy here on our north Idaho mountain. We have everything we need and can hermit up until the 27 th. Low key here for Christmas, tacos and apple pie. Merry Christmas Joel.
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It’s only 58 here in East Central Florida right now at 8:30 AM, with a forecast high of 76. Miserably cold weather!
Haha,76 degrees MM!? That’s perfect summer weather, lol. Merry Christmas.
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“Tobie is not the boss of me”
SUURRRE he isn’t…