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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
If I were organized religion…
…I would disband myself before allowing this to be done in my name. Organized religion has already had a great many evil things done in its name, but surely this is an atrocity too far… Hillary Wants to Preach Yup. … Continue reading
It’s mean, but I laughed out loud…
Shamelessly stolen from Unc, like he needs clicks from the likes of me.
Little Bear missed out on his morning Jeep ride…
…because of the fiduciary incompetence of his human. A cascading effect of my inadvertent attempt to spend the same money twice resulted in: A trip to the Happy Place to buy a crappy nylon holster, which resulted in missing my … Continue reading
This post ignores the courage of black and Muslim hermits…
…and is therefore racist and islamophobic. That having been said, the sheer inescapable ubiquity of the stupidity we’re all supposed to call goodthink makes this a very good world to retreat from. Or in other words Oh Dear God Can’t … Continue reading
My god, that’s shameless.
🙂 Have you seen this? Remember those republicans who went on and on for seven years about how Obamacare would doom the republic and lead to socialized “single payer” medicine and all the puppies would die, so we should all … Continue reading
Augh, this hermit business is hard.
Okay, so a week ago last Friday we had this truly absurd flash flood. And among the other damage it did… It wrapped a big uprooted tree around my little cottonwood, then a mat of smaller plants, all of which … Continue reading
Best laid plans…
Yesterday turned out to be a miserable day for painting. I started early, thankfully, and got the wall above the new addition flashed and painted… …but the rain attacked before the paint was fully dry. And then every time I … Continue reading
That idea about tying the ladder to the handle?
That worked perfectly. So did the idea of the handle, he said, buffing his fingernails on his shirt. With that handle firmly bolted to the Lair I can get down off the addition’s roof without even spiking my blood pressure. … Continue reading
Huh. I never saw that coming.
I knew Donald Trump was an insufferable lump of buffoonery with a mouth on one end and (undoubtedly) an anus on the other. I figured he was preferable to Hillary in the same way being stuck with a boor is … Continue reading
Advice needed from someone familiar with Internet scams…
I got the following email at the joelsgulch.com address… Dear CEO, (If you are not the person who is in charge of this, please forward this to your CEO, because this is urgent. If this email affects you, we are … Continue reading
That could have gone worse…
So I met TC’s son this morning – he showed up a few hours before I expected, and that’s good because thunder is booming like maybe it means it this afternoon – a very friendly and polite young man. He … Continue reading
I’m a lot less fearful with something to grip.
I mentioned this to Neighbor D, who laughed in my face. But I’m a firm believer in the old aphorism, “If it’s a stupid idea that works, it’s not a stupid idea.” Plus it’s my cabin, and I can bolt … Continue reading
On meeting strangers…
If all goes well and the washes don’t run I’ll meet one today. A bit over a week ago I got word that my friend (well, friendly acquaintance) occasional neighbor and source of my last paying monthly caretaking gig TC … Continue reading
South side done…
Wanted to get that done early, since most of the day the sun really beats on the south side. That Hardie-board on the south wall of the main cabin has worked out so well it occurred to me I ought … Continue reading
Wow, that’s dark.
Seen all in a block like that, three inches from your nose like I’ve been looking at it all morning, it’s a bit startling. Quite a lot closer to what I was originally going for, once it’s all done the … Continue reading
Failure
Total failure. Abject, absolute failure. “Look at the size of the failure on that guy” failure. Here we are, at the scene of the crime.
Expedition involving 100 feet of rope, Pt. 1
Old Uncle Joel is, as regular readers know well, not exactly a dedicated hiker. In fact any plan that involves my ancient rucksack is bound to be undertaken only under protest. But I do own an ancient rucksack, and sometimes … Continue reading
“Give me fifty shotgun shells and a hundred feet of rope.”
Sweartagod to this day I can’t speak the phrase “a hundred feet of rope” without recalling what a self-righteous little piece of shit Don McLean was when he was young*. Sure could play a guitar, though. Five string, too. But … Continue reading
Learn something new every day…
I had this really scary notion of how hard it would be to put a new external outlet on the Lair’s addition. But thanks to commenters, it turned out quite simple… It’s not flush but who cares? It’ll be sealed … Continue reading
“Are we missing any neighbors we care about?”
Busy and very expensive morning. I went to town for the regular Monday morning water run and came back with paint, a bunch of electrical stuff, and a new battery for the Jeep*. Thanks so much for the contributions, “timely” … Continue reading









































