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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
Cute, Pt. 3: The End of Carpentry
If some of these balusters seem to be kind of leaning one way or another they are. The inserts are complete, but not yet screwed to the railings. I don’t want them attached yet because tomorrow starts the painting phase, … Continue reading
Well done, ladies…
This is kind of cheating, because normally I do chicken chores near the first thing, like sevenish in the morning. This morning I wanted to get right on the porch railing and put the chickens off till noonish. They’ve got … Continue reading
“Age-appropriate,” forsooth…
I’m outside working on the porch railing this morning. Kind of wanting some tunes I hadn’t heard a million times before I rummaged around on Youtube with the smartphone – didn’t know I could do that until recently – and … Continue reading
And yet somehow Florida did not descend into a maelstrom of bloody chaos?
Top. Men. The State of Florida Failed to Review Thousands of Gun Owner Background Checks Because an Employee Forgot Their Login. Florida state employee failed to review federal background check profiles on “tens of thousands” of applications for concealed weapons … Continue reading
Ladies and gentlemen, the former President of the United States.
Ah, the good ol’ days, huh, Bill? 😀 And then the very next comment goes all “Okay, yeah, but at least he wasn’t Trump.” And people really do occasionally wonder out loud why I can’t take politics or politicians seriously. … Continue reading
But first, a word from our lord and savior…
The Gospel of Browning. From the Book of Armaments, Chapter 3, verses 9 to 21:
…and that’s why smart people don’t make pets of their chickens.
Has this ever happened to you, Mr. and Mrs. America? Well, be bothered no more! Yes, whenever your chicken does some unspeakable thing no self-respecting dog or cat would ever consider… just remember these four words that will make it … Continue reading
Ha HA – (sigh) Oh, dear…
My morning was off to a grouchy start – nothing at all important… And then I found this and it cheered me right up.
Can intelligent life exist in the absence of trees?
Many many years ago while explaining his intention to move to more tropical climes than our native Michigan, Big Brother said, “Intelligent life can’t exist below the freezing point of water.” I’ve never entirely agreed: I personally believe it can, … Continue reading
Cute, Pt. 2: Stockpiles
Since I built the porch, of course nothing’s entirely square or entirely straight. On the insert I built this morning, every single piece had to be a slightly different size. I anticipated that and just made everything too big. And … Continue reading
Cute, Pt. 1: or, “This is why porch railings are made in factories.”
Okay: I farted around yesterday and finally just declared it baking day, which it really needed to be anyway. But this morning I hopped out of bed and immediately got the heavy stuff out of storage, because today I was … Continue reading
Brilliant nonsense
Every morning I wake up with a song in my head, sometimes clearly based on something I’d heard the day before and sometimes (usually) apropos of nothing I can imagine. Makes me wonder about what a rich dream life I … Continue reading
Meathead: Trump supported by “state-run media” – like Alex Jones
This is hilarious… Rob Reiner made a couple of really good movies 30-40 years ago. If he’d stuck to that I’d be kind of fond of him. But as a lefty gasbag he’s comically over the top. Here he’s got … Continue reading
This really can’t be repeated too often.
“[T]here is no constitutional right to be protected by the state against being murdered by criminals or madmen.” The police do not exist to protect you. It isn’t their job. That “protect and serve”? That’s the state, society as a … Continue reading
“Portable” is kind of a state of mind.
Finished what I originally wanted to do around one this afternoon and put all the tools away. That means dragging a lot of things, light and heavy, to the powershed. One of these days – not this year, that’s for … Continue reading
Sometimes you just gotta say “F*ck it, I’m working anyway.”
I kind of pulled something in my back on Monday morning, couldn’t even say when or how but it started hurting a bit while I loaded water bottles into the back of D&L’s truck. Figured I’d give it a day … Continue reading
First steps toward “cute”
Cut the tops of the posts off even and attached the bottom parts of the railings, that’s prosaic enough. The posts will get top caps, which I already have, and the end one on the corner of the porch stays … Continue reading
I have nothing funny to say today.
I have reached the point in my current painful dilemma where 5:30 rolled around and only LB’s bladder problems got me out of bed at all. Somehow got my shoulder blade out of whack on Monday, it is now Friday … Continue reading
I’ll just go ahead and start the salacious rumor…
…that David Hogg swatted his own house. Yeah, I know. It’s mean and unmutual and I totally can’t back it up. But really – que bono? Who swats an empty house? I’ve got nothing to actually blog about this morning … Continue reading
That would totally be Little Bear.
I saw this at Wendy McElroy’s place and had to laugh… …Because LB thinks leather bones are the best things on earth. Give him one and he’ll just sit there and have it for a few minutes before crouching to … Continue reading









































