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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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Monthly Archives: November 2012
Something a little useful…
About a year and a half ago I posted something complaining about strike-anywhere wooden matches. I tend to go through a lot of wooden matches, and the issues I feared with those particular matches didn’t come to pass. The matches … Continue reading
I thought I’d seen stupid…
Then I babysat some chickens. Now I’ve seen stupid. So I’m trying to put the ladies to bed for the evening, right? Because it’s four o’clock, and even though it’s uncommonly mild for late November it’s going to get cold … Continue reading
Okay, so Zoe likes to be under the blankets.
That’s perfectly rational, and I don’t mind at all as long as she stays still and lets me sleep. Which she often does. When she doesn’t, things can turn weird. Several times I’ve awoken to somebody under my chin, enthusiastically … Continue reading
What you call freedom, guys, I see as degeneracy. It probably works the other way around.
Dubious thanks to Tam, who mentioned a development – I don’t know that I should call it “progress” – in the great burning issue of our time… The 11-member [San Francisco] Board of Supervisors is scheduled to vote Tuesday on … Continue reading
You spend your childhood being “that kid”…
And it occasionally teaches you things you can use later. When I was a kid, my circumstances were … not affluent. As I joked this afternoon while someone was complimenting me on my ability to fix horse-cart tires on the … Continue reading
Speaking of demented traffic cops…
Guess who could be coming back to a police department near you! The Hero of Canton! No, not that one. This one! Because pulling people over and threatening to murder them is perfectly okay when you’re an only one. H/T … Continue reading
I’m always happy not to be a traffic cop, but…
…some days more than others. Today, I’m just frickin’ ecstatic about it.
The unlikely, unlovely origin of the product line that hates us and thinks we suck.
Some months ago Ian went off into the wilds of … Tennessee, I think, and shot all the bits and pieces of a video with none other than Oleg Volk*. I saw an early version of the video, and can’t … Continue reading
Y’know, it’s kinda like when Orson Wells died.
I wasn’t even a fan. I always thought he was pretentious, even before he got big as a house and started selling cheap-ass wine at exactly the right time. But then he croaked, and I was sad, and didn’t even … Continue reading
It was a year ago today…
That the boys and I officially moved into the Secret Lair.
Ode to a Redneck
Several years ago, my friend M clinched the deal as to whether I could move to the desert by handing me a job on a platter. “There’s this guy,” he said, “and he’s got a small-engine repair shop and really … Continue reading
Forget the wall of words…
There’s only one thing I can say about this.
Lessons learned from entertaining government scandals…
Also via Claire, this must-read article on how emails can get you “all in” and really deep. For more than a decade, a persistent myth in Washington DC, fueled by several counterterrorism experts, has been that it is possible to … Continue reading
Gimme that ol’ double standard…
The following two paragraphs are presented out of order. Gamez was booked on suspicion of murder, attempted murder and use of a firearm during the commission of a felony in connection with the June 17 shooting that killed Armando Casillas. … Continue reading
Poor Chicago.
I think this would make an interesting study – has Chicago (or all of Illinois, for that matter) ever produced a politician in major office who retired without first doing – or at least richly deserving – jail time? Note … Continue reading
And we’re back.
Sorry about that. The whole domain went away there for a bit. Things got very slow, and then stopped working entirely. I really don’t know why, but it seems to have had to do with Forgotten Weapons (on which TUAK … Continue reading
Just playing around…
I can go with dumbass memes, when I think they’re funny. So I made my ‘pooter some new wallpaper. I’m happy that I’m surrounded by loaded firearms. Aren’t you?
The internet is hard.
So I heard there was this general, right? And I never really paid any attention to this general, because unless I wake to find them surrounding the Secret Lair with tanks or something generals don’t interest me. They come and … Continue reading
Work, work work…
I actually put in a full day’s work yesterday, and never raised a sweat. I was just finishing up the morning’s edition of my keyboard gig when Geiger Counter Guy called begging (literally begging) for help with arsenic caps, which … Continue reading
Whew!
There’s a wonderful, magical place about 35 miles away, with a McDonalds and a Safeway, the coolest alcohol, tobacco and firearms store in the known universe, and a darned good hardware store that sells wood stoves. That last place has … Continue reading









































