…Because unlike a lot of Moslem-bashers I have actually known and worked with a large number of Moslems, many of whom I rather liked and none of whom tried to behead me…
…though I must say I’ve grown tired of waiting for them to rein in their own fanatics. They’ve had plenty of time, and they’ve got plenty of guns……so I have begun to question my own oft-repeated assertions about how they deplore the fanatics as much as we do, or nearly as much……and although I find Sean Hannity and his ridiculous jingoism annoying – “We’ll put a boot in your ass, it’s the American way” yerass, no it isn’t……and I deplore those who even joke about using American military strength for what amounts to genocide……Still, all that notwithstanding, I have to say…Cartoonists? Seriously? Do you ever wake up in the morning stabbed by the enormous lameness of getting murderous over a few cartoons? What does that even say about you? A punch in the nose, I could understand. I mean, somebody drew a really insulting cartoon about me at work one time and I wanted to punch him in the nose. But slaughtering the guy never even entered my mind. And I don’t have the most nonviolent mind.So I just want to say, to anyone who thinks this sort of behavior is actually appropriate……Get over it. Or at least, stop picking on people who won’t shoot back.That’s all I’m trying to say.
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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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