Know what happens when you get a little jolly in the evening before you finish all your chores? You don’t finish all your chores.
And then you get to deal with the giant block of ice where your chicken waterer used to be. The ladies are displeased with me. Which in turn is sort of the story of my life.
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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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This is one case where being on the power grid would be a good thing, I’ve got the same waterer but mine is sitting on a little heater and is not frozen. I imagine that 125 watts of power all night would not be good on your solar power system.
Yah, I’ve noticed that as the level of liquid in the bottle goes down, so does my IQ and memory. Good thing I’m poor and can’t afford to buy a bottle as often as I’d like.
Maybe more insulation for your chicken coop, and wrap around jacket type insulation for your waterer? or a high tech pre-insulated waterer? must be a low tech off grid solution somewhere. I’m surprised your chickens weren’t frozen too. Must be the little sweaters you knit for them in the evenings sitting around your wood stove while you communicate with Evan and Jack…
I told you Evan Williams makes stupid happen. At least you didn’t try and drive your new 4 door semi lux sedan with about 1100 pounds of drunken rednecks in it up a sand dune.
🙂 Been there done that – although we weren’t drunk at the time. C’mon out and I’ll tell you my Oman story sometime. Pretty sure there were no actual attempts at extradition. Oddly, that’s also the incident where I learned that Australians really do barbecue lobsters.