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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
Please don’t make me defend Jeff Sessions.
He’s not my favorite person. He’s not even my favorite Attorney General, and how high a bar is that to clear? Fact is, I despise the man. But this is ridiculous. AG Jeff Sessions used the phrase ‘anglo-American’ in a … Continue reading
The AK is a versatile tool.
S’true! Let’s say you’re a bunch of good ol’ boys out behind the Dairy Queen (no offense, Milo) and the battery in one of your pickups is dead. Anybody got jumper cables? No, I thought you brought the jumper cables. … Continue reading
There’s a pair of guns that could get me denounced by Milo Yiannopoulos…
Not that there’s anything wrong with that… The folding stock is not a lot of help with the red dot, so I’ve been searching all over the gulch without success for an unattached wooden one. Ian used to have literal … Continue reading
Even bad things got to come to an end…
Nine or ten years ago Ian and I painted up a pink AK for a photo shoot and later presented it to Landlady as a sort of joke – because, you know, a woman would want a pink rifle. We … Continue reading
Here, kitty, kitty…
We’re actually lousy with bobcats, but you could live here your whole life and never see one. They’re mostly but not entirely nocturnal, and quite shy. I’ve been hoping the game camera would catch one in the act of being … Continue reading
Sometimes it’s best to just go redneck.
I built all the Lair’s cabinets – under Neighbor D’s watchful eye, but still – my work. So of course it’s imperfect at best. And one side of the overhead cabinets has been sagging for some time and getting worse. … Continue reading
Ian’s new sink
Landlady came up this weekend, and we spent an hour cutting the plywood and then laying out the boards for the kitchen counter in Ian’s cave… That’s an old cast iron double sink, weighs a ton. Similar to the one … Continue reading
Just a sudden thought…
I’m heading for my weekly trip to town and actually kind of in a hurry, but I was struck with a sudden thought… Imagine: You’re a Korean factory worker, trying to figure out what the hell a curling team is … Continue reading
…you might be a redneck.
If you keep camo patches to repair your summer everyday pants… I keep saying I’m going to retire my summer surplus BDUs, some of which are more patch than pants. But a friend of the blog gave me some much … Continue reading
Well, we were promised flying cars.
You may already be aware of this but I just saw it. That big SpaceX launch a couple of days ago? I heard it went well except that they didn’t get the center booster back. They did indeed launch a … Continue reading
Got to wondering about something yesterday, and tried it overnight…
No, it doesn’t work. 🙂 The efficiency of the new space heater would certainly benefit from a fan right there, but running an electric fan overnight – though I don’t think it’s unfeasible – is just instinctively bad medicine in … Continue reading
Weather went wonky, cell signal went away.
Quite abruptly around 2 PM yesterday, just when the weather started to change. Since September I’ve gotten all my internet access through the iPhone Landlady gave me (and pays the rent on, so don’t think I’m complaining.) It works perfectly … Continue reading
Stupid dwellers of flyover country, playing right into nefarious Russian hands!
Ignorant diseased savages. Don’t they know who’s pushing this so-called “second amendment?” See, this is why Americans need to be ruled. They just won’t stop picking at their ringworm scars long enough to learn what’s good for them. And now … Continue reading
Your outrage is not about Trump, lady. It’s about you.
And if I may presume to speak for “rednecks” for a moment, we’d appreciate your leaving us out of it. Presented for your consideration, an adventure in missing the point: I detest Trump, but a ‘redneck’ fixed my Prius with … Continue reading
Certain things, if they must be done, are better done while sober.
Automotive vandalism, for example… The drunken antics are funny enough, up to the serious head injury, but the color commentary is hilarious.
In which Joel is reduced to posting pictures of his lunch…
Slow day at the Gulch. I’ll probably go out and dig at the sewer pipe for a while after lunch but you don’t need more info about that. Private to that guy who left me a bunch of food in … Continue reading
When home-made sewers go bad…
Okay, this is the problem I set out to fix… I had to leave that section of sewer pipe between the cabin and the septic tank above ground, because that’s where the outflow ditch from the gully behind the cabin … Continue reading
Joel’s brief foray into real estate sales didn’t go well…
Yup. The cattle are back. h/t
Bother. How’s that for bad timing?
Went to swap the game camera’s mem card, only to find the cattle watering station had been taken over by…cattle, of all things. I thought I had another month or so of peace. Many tons of McDonald burgers, some assembly … Continue reading
Windows open today…
For the first time since sometime in November, and not a moment too soon. We’re headed into another warm afternoon, which is good because what I worked hard last summer to achieve is actually becoming a small first-world problem at … Continue reading









































