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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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When I was a wrench, people wore digital watches…
…and were stuck with analog thermometers. Now it’s the future. I’m an old burnout who hasn’t turned a wrench for money in 30 years. The twelve people on the continent who still wear wristwatches use analog, but the humblest kitchen … Continue reading
I gotta get busy on these windows.
Had a fairly productive morning, finished the sheathing around the bedroom door and put up some stop material. I forgot how hard it is to figure out how to correctly make 45o cuts in quarter-round, but I did get it … Continue reading
Three guys go into a bar…
An employed suburbanite, an unemployed suburbanite, and a desert hermit. They each order a beer and have a seat. A housefly falls into the beer stein of the employed suburbanite. He grimaces at the waste and orders another beer. A … Continue reading
Here’s a treat for you DIYniacs…
I forgot all about this! Could maybe have used it a couple of days ago, but it’s never too late… Yes, the classic Redneck AC Unit has arrived at the Lair. Landlady made this last weekend and left it at … Continue reading
Like amateur radio operators, passing in the night…
To anybody trying to email me and not getting replies: Check your spam folder or something. I’m hearing you but you’re not hearing me.
A little damper than planned…
Re-attached the damaged bedroom addition corner to the Lair’s frame with timber bolts – borrowed a long drill bit from Neighbor D to make it so. The bolts pulled the door’s hinge plate back into square. Then I installed the … Continue reading
(Sigh) Ah, well. It’s like I’ve always said…
Goods are more valuable than green. I got paid Thursday for all the back-and-forth of the previous six days. I had a list of stuff I hoped to spend it on. The pile of money actually helped a lot with … Continue reading
Wind damage in the bedroom addition…
It hasn’t rained in several days, in fact yesterday was hot and dry though some afternoon thunderheads did rise in the south. When the weather gets unsettled we can get some scary tornado-class dust devils come roaring up the wash. … Continue reading
Let us be lovers! We’ll marry our arugula salads together.
Of course, this being the place where the ultimate answer to kings (and progressive gasbags) is a belly laugh, the belly laugh arrived first. Regular reader (and longtime TCF buddy) mutti sent this: Advance team of journalists left literally shaking … Continue reading
I’m such a putz…
It’s July, which means I’m up to my ass in ground squirrels, each and every verminous one plotting with all its heart and soul to break into my powershed and make a big mess of my pantry. I’ll put up … Continue reading
Turned into a pretty good day, really…
I woke up yesterday with a list of things that needed doing and no ambition whatsoever to do any of them. I was scheduled to get together with my neighbor to get paid for the past six days’ caretaking and … Continue reading
Here’s a great Radley Balko read.
Recently the NRA’s new spokesbabe finally said something about the legal murder of Philando Castile – Dana Loesch plugged NRA Carry Guard. Which was…just about the most tone-deaf thing she could have said. And as Balko points out in this … Continue reading
Having one of those days?
I’m stuck between things I really need to do, because I’m waiting for a phone call and know that the moment I commit to one of those things the phone will ring and I’ll have to drop it and rush … Continue reading
Scary chore complete…
I took a week or so off after the framing party to let my stump and joints heal – the older I get, the less completely I seem to have recovered from getting torn up in ’72 – but last … Continue reading
This should be the last day up the mesa.
Went up there yesterday afternoon without Little Bear – which he resented – because I needed one more marathon plant-watering session and that’s too long for him to stay in the Jeep when it’s hot. LB wishes to place it … Continue reading
Hey, whatever gives you that extra sliver of advantage…
Personally I identify as an obscenely rich recluse with a private floaty island of my own. But it never seems to bring me any advantage at all. Maybe I’m playing the wrong game. H/T to BB.
It begins…
This is a spot just downstream from where “my” wash joins up with another that originates in high country south of here. The – none of these have names, I just call it the south wash – runs more often … Continue reading
I can no longer live with the shame of this collusion…
…and so I hereby make the following full and public acknowledgement: On or about October 2016 I mumbled the word “Trump” while wishing for the failure of the Hillary Clinton campaign, in a room which contained a bottle of vodka. … Continue reading
Looking forward to watching Youtube videos without guilt…
The person who’s been paying for my internet access almost continuously since 2008 made a revolutionary announcement a while ago… The Lair’s wifi hotspot is going on a new Verizon account with increased bandwidth, and I’m also acquiring a secondhand … Continue reading









































