#47 – The stocking manager of the nearest town’s single drug store is not afraid to go full redneck.
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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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Mmmm… Ok. But what if I don’t give a shit whether or not they have a “warrrant?” Doesn’t mean a damned thing to me.
I have this dream occasionally: I’m in a court and the judge has just threatened to charge me with “contempt of court.” I smile and tell him that there are no words in English adequate to express the contempt I have for his court.
Then I wake up… smiling. 🙂
ML: yeah, but without a warrant, they will feel slightly bad when they shoot your dog etc. instead of not feeling bad at all with a warrant. Or do I misunderstand the system?
And I dunno your experience in court, but when the gavel was coming down on me for sentencing, lemme tell ya my pulse rate went up a bit. I found it is possible to interrupt a judge in mid-“sentence” (ha!) and get him to read the REST of the paperwork in front of him. His response was basically “Oh, nevermind then. Pay the clerk.”
Well, Robert… especially at my age, the only reason any goons would come to my door – warrant or otherwise – would be something like nationwide gun confiscation. They would likely have already killed or captured our sheriff and his crew, and I would not be alone here anyway. I would not expect to survive that encounter, but stranger things have happened.
The courtroom thing was just a dream, an unlikely dream. The sheriff, DA and two of the three attorneys in town are personal friends. It’s a different world here in a lot of ways. But if the feds come I expect things to get very exciting for a while. 🙂
Such door mats are for people who have not yet become full-blown anarchists.