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.
What a fool… Projection much?
I walked into the library the other day (also the bank, the courthouse and the grocery store), and a lady asked the librarian if it was “legal” for me to be carrying the gun. The librarian just smiled and said, “Yes! And we all feel safer when she’s here.”
Wonder if one of those librarians carries… I have a hunch at least one does. 🙂 She keeps talking about taking the CC class with me. 🙂
Around here you cannot carry into the courthouse and the banks and libraries.have “No Weapons” signs on the doors.
Of course, concealed carry solves this except at the courthouse where they have metal detectors.
However, if we carry concealed, twits like the quoted one won’t know about it and can feel “safe”.
🙂
Kentucky – It so bad in Kansas at the local courthouse when I reported for jury duty they took my knitting which was on wooden needles. You would think me having something to entertain myself with during jury selection would be a good idea.
All those twats babbling on about “that’s what cops are for”.
I manage some janky properties. That’s kind of my specialty. Take over a loser and polish the turd until it shines. Lot’s of drug and gang activity.
I find a cop is harder to slip in the pocket than my .45.
I had four guys in the back yard of my sister’s house while we were renovating. Sheriff was called. I was called. I got there first, the cops arrived while I was teaching one of them the culinary peculiarities of old asphalt driveways.
The two Deputies proceeded into the very dark back yard…single access being a very narrow passage between a wall and a shed, and I was told to keep the guy on the ground right where he was while they went into the back and spooked out the other three; being neither one of them wanted back there alone.
So……I wonder what the “that’s what cops are for” crowd would have thought of that?
I got a real kick out of the comments. It seems Mom’s Demand Attention deletes any comments that don’t fawn over their position.
I had a comment for the broad who talked about all the ghettos and projects she wanders by herself……I mean….that’s all mighty white of her and all….but I kinda doubt she really hangs out in places like I’ve tread at night. Places like Flower and 1st in Santa Ana, after a breakdown at 0 dark or Boyle Heights for a late night a repo come to mind. Hell, if she wants to feel like a real mensch, she can come stalk Tondo, Manila with me any time after …or before dark.
We’ll see how safe she feels in any of those places.
I see a lot of tough talk from the pampered suburbanites on Moms Demand Attention. That’s about all I see.
So he thinks that “Law Enforcement” officers, who carry guns in public, are terrorists? Sounds fine with me. But then again, I’m reasonably certain that is NOT what he means…