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.
Irony. The late Neal Knox once explained at great length that he didn’t want to work with any activists that relied on the Internet — or heavens forfend! — specifically: EMAIL (secondary irony alert: he explained that in an email*; no doubt someone held a gun to his head and made him type), for coordination because “everyone knows” online/Internet isn’t “real”. Anyone with whom he couldn’t correspond via e/l/e/c/t/r/o/n/i/c/ /c/o/m/m/u/n/i/c/a/t/i/o/n/s/ telephone, or pray the Post Awful could get a postcard to in time, wasn’t “serious” and he wouldn’t waste his time with us.
And now we come to the other end of the stupidity spectrum: If you don’t use exactly the one or two specific Internet services we figured out how to use, you can’t be serious or of any use.
Now to see if I can post this today…
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* The conversation had started in person at a GRPC, but I sent him an email after I spoke to some folks I was representing to let Knox know he’d just blown off an international association that had planned to work with him completely out of pocket.