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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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Author Archives: Joel
Haven’t visited the game camera since before Christmas…
…because I figured there’d be nothing to see. Animals always seem to go somewhere else when the weather gets funky. But yesterday morning I saw mulies in the wash, which reminded me that I ought to at least go check … Continue reading
It begins…
There’s nothing to do but smile and pretend to love mud for a couple of days. So raise a Milk and yell, But avoid ash deposits unless you enjoy sinking to your thighs. Yesterday morning things went from slick ice … Continue reading
The frost begins to melt…
I have to go to town this morning to do the thing I failed to accomplish Saturday, buy some propane. The Jeep is covered in thick hard frost in the shadow of the Lair, so I went out to let … Continue reading
You’re not a real pistol operator…
…Until you can perform the Jet Li Maneuver. Of course when you’re Gun Jesus, you don’t do it with a measly Beretta 92. Any highly skilled Chinese actor can do that. Quick: Name an obscure antique Czech pistol on which … Continue reading
Wow, the forecast nailed it.
In fact if anything it lowballed its prediction. Woke up this morning and the space heater was just running on pilot. Let Laddie out to pee and there was liquid water on the porch floor from the snow dripping off … Continue reading
Did I say proper stove ash management can prevent brush fires?
House fires, too, I guess. Though burning your own house down takes extra levels of dumb. A total of 16 fire personnel were called to put out the fire, which caused $150,000 in losses to the structure and $50,000 worth … Continue reading
Okay, I guess that’s why wider reserves are good.
I took those two empty propane bottles to town this morning. It was the principal reason I wanted to go at all; I dragged around all the early morning whining to myself about how I really didn’t want to go … Continue reading
Laundry day, “steer into the skid” edition
Neighbor L texted this morning that I should bring what laundry I had over to her place this morning, since this is supposed to be the last sunny day in a while. Yesterday after the last chicken run I parked … Continue reading
Welcome to Kamchatka, Arizona
Gad, but it’s nice to see the sky again. My batteries think so, too. They were as low as I’ve ever seen them before sunrise, but unless things change dramatically I can count on a nice soaking charge at mid-day. … Continue reading
Stranded neighbors update
Private to feralfae, if you’re out there: That sweet Honda generator you so generously gifted me year before last was today involved in the successful rescue of a young couple who picked the wrong time and place to go tent … Continue reading
My usual 20-minute morning chicken chore took three hours…
There’s a young couple who own a parcel right on the road from my driveway to the “main” road. They come up and camp sometimes and I’ll stop and say hi. We got more snow overnight, which means we currently … Continue reading
Meet Lonesome Larry
It’s been going on for days. That stupid rabbit. He’ll sit right there in the open for hour after hour. If he didn’t twitch his ears from time to time I’d think he was dead. He disappears at night, he … Continue reading
Torso Boy has a low threshold of boredom.
But he wants it to be understood that he’s not trying to bother me. Unless I don’t take the hint and it becomes necessary. He’s really not into this “sit around all afternoon while Uncle Joel reads a book” thing. … Continue reading
Expedition complete, not quite wasted…
If I’m really fighting my way through weather to do something, and that doesn’t happen very often, I want the trip to be worthwhile. I was concerned about the chicken yard top cover, and this is what I saw when … Continue reading
6:30, still snowing and black as pitch…
I need to get going and clean off the chicken top cover while I still have it but I can’t drive in this mess till I can see. I wouldn’t make it out of the driveway. Certainly wouldn’t make it … Continue reading
“Happy New Year!” Said Uncle Murphy
It started snow around seven yesterday evening. Judging purely from the path Laddie had to plow to get to his juniper, this is the biggest snowfall yet and still coming down. All fluffy powder, so maybe it won’t be too … Continue reading
Kinda filled the Jeep…
…and spent too much money. But it’s all caught up now and I can spend the cold snap inside, excepting chicken chores of course, without worrying about running out of water or propane. Or chicken feed for that matter. #150 … Continue reading
Getting it done between the freezes
Neighbor D and I had to wait our turn in line for the water dispenser this morning, and we weren’t the only ones… That 500-gallon tank took a long time to fill, 50 gallons at a time. Better him than … Continue reading
Sometimes I just shouldn’t read the forecast.
Yesterday was really kind of pleasant by recent standards. Got all the way up to 35 and I did my afternoon chores in a hoodie. Woke up this morning and the outdoor temperature was a shocking 30o. Could it be … Continue reading









































