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Indoor plumbing on a frosty morning, a toilet seat that doesn’t take skin off your ass, and a hearty “Flush!” with but a flick of a lever. That is best in 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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I totally agree that it is the little things in life like an indoor flushing toilet make living worthwhile. That “ start your day hovering over a cold, open port-o-potty in the depths of winter” thing makes for a not so pleasant experience.
I’m glad you got the water/baking issues dealt with.
The basics are as important as sufficient fiber in the diet. A little drywall, some insulation, and there you go. Congrats.
Friend of mine “damaged” himself on a stainless steel outhouse seat at a BLM camp ground on the Taylor Highway about 17 miles south of Chicken AK. A bunch of us went up that way to do a little Moose and Caribou hunting. It happened at 0400 on opening day. It was 14F as per the thermometer. He earned the call sign PITA that day. I don’t think he sat down on anything for the rest of the trip.
Spoken like a man who has his priorities straight, Joel.
I wouldn’t have said that in my twenties. Then again, unlike some folks who say they would, I would not want to be in my twenties again. It’s nice to be comfortable in your own skin, & in your life.
You forgot flannel sheets, but maybe that’s just my predilection. Screw Egyptian cotton high-thread-count: give me flannel.