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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: May 2018
Some better pictures of that roadrunner
I’ve left the game camera in a place where interesting things happen, but not very often. So since 5/11, this is as good as it gets…
“So…it went well, then?”
Really wondered what I was going to find when I visited the Big Chickenhouse this morning. I imagined all the incumbent hens welcoming the newcomers, inviting them to tea, sharing memorable egg photos. Maybe a nice Tupperware party to help … Continue reading
Goodbye Fortress of Attitude, Hello Little Gitmo.
The four hens in the Fortress of Attitude did something other hens at the Lair have done in the past: They sorted out one of their number for persecution and violence for no apparent reason, though they’ve always previously gotten … Continue reading
Under Trump administration mismanagement, climate change causes devastation in Hawaii…
Women and children of color hardest hit. No, I can’t really back that up. Just haven’t had my coffee yet and I’m anticipating the Monday headlines.
New thing I made…
Regular readers are familiar with this… That’s my indoor meter for DC voltage, installed in late 2014 after years of wishing for one. Big Brother made it. It’s a huge help but was never quite perfectly adequate because (of course) … Continue reading
Decoration Day
Time to clean up Boot Hill. Landlady has big plans for Boot Hill, the place we all plan to end up – many, many years from now. In the meantime it’s filling up with pets. But in the fullness of … Continue reading
Happy day!
Thanks in part to a Paypal donation from a Generous Reader, I was able to do this… Seven brand-new stump socks! Which, added to the four I had already more gradually acquired, means I can retire all the more threadbare … Continue reading
Documented evidence that we have roadrunners.
Look to the lower right… Might want to zoom in if you’re having trouble seeing it. And don’t feel bad, sometimes I have trouble even finding the camera.
What LB Likes
“Little Bear, wanna go for a walky?” No reaction. “Little Bear!” Much louder. He looks up. “We’re going for a walky.” He gives me the side-eye, like he just learned he’s going to the vet to have his claws removed. … Continue reading
Paint it green
Today’s supposed to be a little cooler and a lot windier. Excellent incentive to hit the Lair-painting early, because you don’t want to be painting in the wind. When it actually dawned a bit cloudy, that was perfect because the … Continue reading
Uses for Vienna Sausage…
When I was a kid I loved vienna sausage. I’d eat it right out of the can. Of course when I was a kid I’d eat anything right out of the can. Long ago, when I was quite a few … Continue reading
Believe I’ll just keep staying the hell away from Kansas City…
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That’s it for the brush work on the trim…
There’s still lots of brush work ahead – and also lots of trim painting – but one phase of cabin painting is complete. Well…complete for now, anyway. I ran into a big problem when I tried to install trim around … Continue reading
Dammit…
Laptop’s acting up again. At this rate I’m going to have to break out the other one – right now I’m using the “Plan C” tablet and Bluetooth keyboard BB left with me, and which is lately proving useful during … Continue reading
Okay, yeah. That started my day off with a laugh.
…and I’m not even the NRA. Hat frickin’ tip.
Sure is hot for early May…
Looks like the temp is going to peak at 94. In the shade, of course. It’s supposed to moderate a bit coming on toward the weekend. Figures we’d go straight from “late winter” to “SUMMER” without a whole lot of … Continue reading
Is there a gynecowlogist in the house?
I mentioned in passing a few days ago that a randomly-observed cow was probably pregnant. In fact I may have maligned the poor dear – she may not have been pregnant yet. This admission is drawn from me by the … Continue reading
The morning death watch begins…
I have two cans – a little over three pounds – and that’s the last I’ll ever taste. Every sip is one fewer. But that’s okay. I’m a Stoic. Be of good cheer, I will endure. With quiet dignity…and grace.
Ways in which the high desert is like New England…
1. Rocks grow eagerly and must be regularly pruned.









































