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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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Good news for San Francisco vapers…
e-cigarettes are about to be banned in San Francisco. Which, if SF logic holds constant, means e-cigs are about to be handed out free. Because once a practice is declared socially deviant it becomes enshrined as a human right and … Continue reading
Huh. I thought this was a dead practice…
A lineman working with spikes and a belt. Didn’t know anybody still did that.
Little tiny prairie dogs…
The place is crawling with them, about the size of small chipmunks. I think of prairie dogs as field-ruining plague-carrying vermin, but around here they’re like yard squirrels. It’s funny to watch them, though – out in the driveway using … Continue reading
Here’s a good way to start your day…
Willie covering the old Mac Davis guy anthem!
Always wanted to know how to do this…
Karl gives us the inside scoop on shotgun speedloading for 3-gun competition. I see what I’ve been doing wrong now!
Torso Boy out-thought by a Roomba…
This is the only picture you will ever see of Torso Boy in the same room with a Roomba. And that only because he was outflanked and momentarily surrounded. The next picture, if I’d held the button down, would have … Continue reading
“Mom? Does your rifle ever feel…not so fresh?”
Sometime last year I bought something for my rifle from Midwayusa.com. It was the first and probably only time but also kind of a gift that keeps on giving because now Midway won’t leave me alone. And I don’t complain … Continue reading
Grocery Day
Left at quarter past five, found out the Wal-Mart is not in fact open 24/7. Fortunately it opens at six. So I took a walk around to the other end of this big shopping center where there’s a Dunkin’ Donuts. … Continue reading
How to know you’re living in the right place…
Step 1: Leave home and note how you feel about returning. I’m in a very pleasant room at this moment. It’s 6:00 as I type this sentence. I have coffee before me, breakfast on the griddle, sunshine peeking through a … Continue reading
Baking in somebody else’s kitchen…
Bake in your own kitchen twice a week for year after year and you’ll get to knowing where everything is so well you’ll stop even thinking about it. That can be a problem if you need to plan on baking … Continue reading
Political truism for the day…
Found this on Oleg Volk’s Livejournal page, which I ended up on while following a rabbit hole involving Leslie Fish, deserts, alternate coffee sources, and misremembered song lyrics.
Sometimes having too much time on your hands can be good.
I did something computer-related! I must be smart! Uh – this is my ‘pooter… …and this is the assorted junk that’s always attached to my ‘pooter. And most of the time I forget it’s even there because it’s poked into … Continue reading
Hey! Rain!
I honestly didn’t know that happened here. Big fat drops of hot water, more or less instantly evaporating on contact. Don’t expect it to ease the heat much, but no doubt it will convert the dry heat to humid heat. … Continue reading
No, seriously, quail are evil.
And if they don’t stay outside Torso Boy’s fence, he’s gonna… …well, he’s gonna keep chasing them… …while they contemptuously fly away. Because he refuses to believe quail can fly. Which only proves they’re evil, I guess.
This is not how it’s done, Lady.
I went outside for a few minutes and came back to find a new Grand Proposal in my inbox… Who does this? I know the blog is a sick-but-not-dead communication form and so if a would-be freelancing writer of ‘the … Continue reading
Torso Boy wishes the world to know…
…that quail are a treasonous danger to the republic, possibly a covert fifth column working for the rabbit (or maybe sparrow, he’s not entirely clear in his messaging) plot to take over the American economy and sap the purity of … Continue reading
Another Torso Boy prediction bites the dust…
I suggested early on that TB might be unhappy about coming home by the end of our stay here, because once upon a halcyon time he had a fenced yard in which he could safely cavort to his stunted little … Continue reading
I really do try not to get weird about this…
As regular readers know, trips to any city are not common with me, and not really all that welcome*. And on those occasions when such visits are unavoidable I find myself acting like I’m visiting a completely foreign country – … Continue reading
I have no doubt this would change your life.
I give you CForce: It’s Chuck Norris’ water – it empowers you. No, seriously. We found a bottle of this during a fuel stop on the way to the city. I was in the very process of throwing the bottle … Continue reading









































