It takes a village to raise a busy-body. (Warning: Contains annoying and really loud autovideo)
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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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Hmmm, people like this used to find their cars scratched, tires flat, mailboxes stuffed with horse apples, things like that.. She’s asking for it.
Now, I never did allow my sons to go “door to door” begging for treats, and I’ve seldom lived anywhere children came to the door asking, since most places I’ve lived were just too remote. Even here, there is very little of the door to door stuff because of the weather. The schools and some businesses put on parties for the children, and there are prizes for costumes. Seems a lot healthier all around to me.
But this stupid idiot needs to get a life… her own life, and leave others to theirs. Just who in hell does she think she is, anyway?
My neighborhood is inundated with children from the nearby section 8 housing complex. They are ill-mannered, seldom wear costumes, and think nothing of ringing your doorbell as late as 10 pm. That being said, I would never be so foolish as to hand out notes saying “Your child is well on his way to being a worthless POS gooberment dependent” because I know what would happen to my house / lawn / car. I hope this collectivist busy-body gets introduced to the real spirit of trick or treat as a result of her assinine note.