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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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Huh, you sound much more civilized than I expected. In a good way.
That pistol looks like it’s about as much fun to fire as one ah them little pocket pistols. Not much.
Very nice, aside from the possibility of loosing a finger or two it looks like a cool gun to shoot.
I don’t think you missed…
On that last one I’m pretty sure I missed to the left. It’s not exactly a precision machine. 🙂
Wow, I was the Anon who earlier mentioned if recoil was a problem. It didn’t appear to be that bad at all. Cool ! And glad you got to keep your hand.
Wasn’t that meant to be an assassination piece for the Resistance fighters? Pop a Nazi at very close range directly in the head or heart and make off with his weapon ammo grenades. For that it would work well.
Yeah, it was not designed as an ‘accurate to 25 yards’ weapon. More like sneak or bluff your way into contact, muffle the muzzle blast with his body, grab the goodies and split. The original Liberators were more flimsily made than the replica. I’d guess it wasn’t good for more than half a dozen shots (Ian says 50 max) before it starts to shake itself apart. Kind of like a first-gen 3D printed plastic one-shot. 🙂
As I understand it they were never widely used, and not at all in Europe.
Like Robert said. I guess all this time I envisioned you sounding something like Festus from Gunsmoke, not James Lileks.
Dude. I’m from Detroit. Why would you imagine Festus, MATH-yew? I do tend to slide into accents, but at bottom you can’t get more Midwestern than me.
And I’ve no idea what James Lileks sounds like, but thanks…I think.
I used to see the originals at gun shows in LA and OC when I was a kid. Was always kind fascinated by them and would pester my dad buy one when I saw it, especially being they were relatively cheap.
That usually set him sneering.
Apparently, and this may be a tale…dad told tales but sometimes the most far fetched ones proved factual, after he left the Army of the Republic because of a couple of mushroom clouds over Japan, he enlisted in the California Guard and ended right back where he started at Camp Roberts.
He says some time around the middle of 1965, just before he let his obligation with that body expire, he said they were cleaning out one of the rail spur warehouses and found several crates full of these things.
No one knew where they came from or what they were intended for on that base.
It seems a few calls were made to some officer types.
And these shitty little paperweights ended up in a landfill.
Highly irregular, that. The Pentagon is severe in their treatment firearms and parts thereof. It seems at that time no one considered these things to actually BE firearms. Despite the decision to unceremoniously dump them, a few “Liberators” were liberated by some Guardsmen.
The old man’s attitude was they were crap after he and a regular army type SNCO who was the OOD and he took a couple to the pistol range. He wouldn’t have anything to do with them.
He unfortunately felt the same way about Johnson rifles; which used to see at give away prices back in the 70s and 80s. The old man hated them because they were Jarhead rifles and the old coot had no love for Marines.
Real Liberators go for about $1,500 to upward of $3k now.
Johnson’s are a bargain at $4k.
If I had $100k in the 70s for shit like that I’d be a multi millionaire today.