Check out the noble brow on my stunted ginger sidekick. “I’m a botanist! In your face, Neil Armstrong!”
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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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Well, he does kinda look like a potato with a head.
OT ‘cuz I misread the headline: Ray Bradbury rocks!
Re winter: forecast windchill on wednesday at 8am is minus fifty-one. My daughter claims it was minus forty (actual temp, not windchill) for two weeks straight in South Dakota when she lived there…
I choose to disbelieve her.
HEY! Waitaminnit! It DOES say “Martian Chronicles” in the email version. WTheck?
Yeah, I opened with Martian Chronicles and then decided to go less obscure. Sorry. 😉
Uh, Martian Chronicles wasn’t obscure at all to me…ah crap, I’m old!
FWIW, those who don’t know Bradbury’s work probably don’t know about Armstrong…
Aside: Ray sure knew how to evoke the feel of a midwestern summer evening. I miss his writing.
TB looking poised and dignified to remind you that he’s related to the British royal family.
Quite a solid looking little fellow. Seems to be doing very well under your care. Going to be interesting to learn if he is ever able to be off leash and not get eaten or trampled by other wildlife.
If he ever stops charging off after every rabbit, small bird, wasp and wisp of paper he sees moving at the corner of his eye, I’ll try working him off the leash. But there are just too many things around here that would be happy to make a meal of him, and he seems completely oblivious to it.
Ah, but then again even when he charges off at top speed and reaches the end of the leash, he is not likely to topple you over with the impact, is he? And in betwixt his distractions, does he generally tend to travel in the same direction as you are going/ Or does he frequently get into “cat” mode?
No, he generally – not always – goes along with what he perceives as the program.
Well “generally” should be good enough for government work. After all, if he ALWAYS did what you want, he no longer would have any individuality or personality. Surely you don’t want to turn him into an SJW who always parrots his Master’s every sentiment???
}:-]
Hardly. That’s why I always used to prefer the company of cats. The local dangers are also why I gave up the company of cats.
I would prefer that he learn enough to start behaving in a way that respects his surroundings and enhances his own safety. Ghost (mostly) did that and rarely saw a leash. Little Bear never did, and was leashed almost to his dying day.
What kind of leash is that ?
Looks a lot like a horse’s lead rope, AnnArborBoi.
No idea where Joel might have gotten one of those, of course…
It’s just a rope.