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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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A second bite of the apple
So I took the second squirrel (small male, possibly immature) flying into the wash, then set the game camera up to watch where it landed. And we’ll see what we see. 🙂
A quick second lucky winner!
And with a third apparently anxious to get in and perform a rescue. The game camera didn’t really picture it, but the one on the outside dug around the cage, as if to release the one inside. That’s a level … Continue reading
Boy, I really missed a trick last night.
I threw that dead squirrel into trackless sand in the wash near Ian’s place, a good respectful distance from the Lair, where I’m accustomed to disposing of rodent bodies without giving scavengers the notion that the Lair is a good … Continue reading
Oh, dear. Wildfire season came early this year.
Came as no surprise, the winter and spring having been so dry. Woke up, put my leg on, let LB out for a pee and immediately got a big snootful of woodsmoke. As the sun came up it did so … Continue reading
I have absolutely no idea…
…what this could possibly be for. It appears to be a real thing, not just a whimsical little boat somebody built – of course I could be completely wrong about that. Spent some time searching around last night and came … Continue reading
We finally have our first lucky winner!
Oh, he was pissed, too. They don’t seem to consider live traps humane at all, but he settled right down after I shot him through the bars. More and more often in the summer season I just carry the Ruger, … Continue reading
Promise kept
On an absolutely gorgeous late April day in the high desert, I tackled the dreaded front Jeep shocks. And I do mean dreaded. Look, technically it’s no big deal. When I wrenched for a living this would have been considered … Continue reading
Did you know…
…that if you type “dumbass gun video” into a Youtube search window you can pretty much kiss the rest of the day goodbye? Assuming you find stupidity-induced personal injury entertaining, of course. I don’t, really. But the phenomenon is fascinating … Continue reading
And Universal Basic Income spirals to the ground in Finland.
Well, I’m certain California will be able to make it work. Finland is killing its world-famous basic income experiment Hey! D’you know what you get when you subsidize sloth? More sloth! I know, right? Who could possibly have predicted that? … Continue reading
Rear shocks done.
Oboy. Y’know, I used to rather enjoy working on cars. Well into my mid-twenties I enjoyed tinkering with cars. I really enjoyed tech school – in fact I kind of understand why a lot of people look back on school … Continue reading
Gah! I hate it when I do that!
You probably have this problem all the time. You check out the chicken coop, find a couple of eggs, drop them into your cargo pocket, get distracted by the next thing. Hours later you climb under the Jeep or drop … Continue reading
Poo Poo. Ca Ca. I need a better squirrel trap.
I purchased a Hav-A-Hart trap 3 years ago, not because I’m interested in humanely and non-violently removing peaceful, harmless squirrels from my area of influence but because it was the only trap available locally that seemed capable of dealing with … Continue reading
The deer in Texas have changed religion, it seems.
On his way east, Big Brother was attacked by a suicide collider. Antlerhu Akbar! Or maybe it thought BB insulted its mother. BB speculates that its method of crossing the road involved closing its eyes and trying to get it … Continue reading
The problem with communally-held tools…
If “everybody” owns them, nobody owns them. Which means they don’t get maintained. The Gulch has one really good ladder, and of course it does have an owner – Landlady bought it, Landlady owns it. But it gets used promiscuously … Continue reading
A couple of tiny hermit lifehacks
When I started on the Lair’s bedroom addition last year a friend’s mother said she had some kid’s bedroom furniture that had been in her basement for a long time, and I could have them if I wanted. I wanted. … Continue reading
The most popular spot in town…
(“LB, did somebody break in here and drool all over my laptop?”) At one point there was actually a line at this thing, five cedar rats long. And I was at the front of the line!!!11! Because seriously, that last … Continue reading
And now, a word from Little Bear
Hi, guys. Yeah, it’s me. Haven’t been on the keyboard since December, hope you’re all well. Dad went to town for the Monday water run, and I thought we could just take this time for a word about snackies. Look, … Continue reading
Just learned a new thing Little Bear will do…
I was sitting at the computer, munching on a bowl of raisins. LB had crept up behind me and was earnestly bathing me in “If you need help with that, I’m here for you” rays. I said, “I don’t think … Continue reading
Farewell to Big Brother
He was going to pull out sometime this afternoon, having a appointment to meet a guy tomorrow in the big city about five hours away. Then the meeting got bumped up to this afternoon, and he decided to boogie. We … Continue reading
I do keep my promises.
Though when the promise comes due in the middle of winter, it might take me a while. I promised that if the Patreon account crossed $100/mo, I’d put actual shock absorbers on all four corners of the Jeep. VoilĂ !









































