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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 left the city, abandoned a goodly percentage of my goods, 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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I don’t know why this happens. It’s irritating. I wake up with a song in my head, with no plausible clue how it got there. Often it’s something I couldn’t possibly have heard for years. Often – indeed, usually – … Continue reading
Just wake up in the morning, and there it is. Waiting.
Is pretty good shit-shoveling music. Need to get into more of a Nugent mood, though, if I’m gonna enjoy getting bashed around on that tractor.
From yesterday, because I’m not even going to mention, let alone post, what today’s is. Even I have some standards. They are exceedingly low standards, as I hereby proceed to demonstrate…
This song didn’t mean anything much to me in the ‘sixties. Many years later, after fifteen or so years of marriage when we didn’t really have a thing left in common but before we started admitting it, it got a … Continue reading
I’ve no recording to share, which I know will come as a relief to some… New Sins For Oldby Leslie Fish Oh what’s the use of this looting and pillagingSlinging my raygun through blood, guts and goreRaping and robbing and … Continue reading
…reminds me of wet mornings, when all those broken bones and wrenched joints complain… No, I was never a fighter. My nickname was “lucky.”
…has been in there, off and on, for the past few days and as usual I couldn’t begin to tell you why. I could only remember two lines, and one of them was wrong. Didn’t know what group recorded it. … Continue reading
…I do hope it’s not an indication of how the day’s going to go.
…Just Isn’t Fair. There are so many fun songs in this movie – which I haven’t seen in I don’t know how long – and this is the one I end up humming… Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell … Continue reading
…It’s just a really cool song. I have Tam to thank for it. She mentioned Beethoven’s ninth, I went looking for a decent copy of Ode To Joy, and it just went from there. Though this one ends kind of … Continue reading
W and I spent most of the day traveling today, and he practically begged me not to blog about today’s Song In My Head because…well… Introducing the white, white sound of the Seekers, circa 1968! I don’t know why this … Continue reading
For once isn’t one I object to. This has been one of my favorite songs for…Jebus, has it been over 35 years? Huh. Hell, there’ve been times when it was practically my theme song. Or would have been, if I … Continue reading
Yes, I know this is silly. I often pride myself on my serious nature, while sometimes embracing the silliest things you can imagine. One of the silliest things I can imagine is being a fanboy for a failed TV series, … Continue reading
…and I was singing a mangled version of it to myself, back when a bunch of us were working on M’s foundation, and the Landlady laughed at me and said, “You singing Slim Whitman songs over there? Trying to keep … Continue reading
[old-timey blues voice] Well I moved to the desert(duh DAH dah dum)And I took a look around(duh DAH dah dum)Shoulda ran back to the city(duh DAH dah dum)Without making a sound!Cause I got the bluuuuesI got the desert suckage blues!I … Continue reading
All. Damn. Day.
…gets kinda weird. Imagine going through all of a busy day with this in your head: Pity me. Pity me lots. All sorts of things going on, pictures and all, but it’s been quite a day and I just got … Continue reading