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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
On rain barrels…
Every time I do something new and exciting to the Lair’s roof I think about rain barrels – then I chase something shiny and forget it till next time. It’s never really been a serious matter to me because I … Continue reading
First big’un of the season…
…and I swear it followed me around like I was Joe Btfsplk. I was rained on a bit while feeding the dogs, but got off the mesa before all hell broke loose. And then it seems like it just kept … Continue reading
You don’t have to approve of Trump…
…to find that he does have his uses. 🙂
If you can afford to do this…
…I want to come play at your house.
“Monsoonal moisture patterns”
That’s what the newsreaders on the radio insist on calling it. Sounds more erudite, I suppose, than “Monsoon.” All I know is it cools things off delightfully. And vastly increases your chances of getting stuck in mud and/or killed by … Continue reading
I’m old enough to remember when frugality was good.
Now apparently it’s “hoarding money.” Australia Wants Chips in $100 Bills to Stop Crime, Hoarding by Elderly Australia is considering putting tiny identification chips in its $100 bills, as a measure against crime and “pensioners hoarding the money”. Sounds silly, … Continue reading
Check out this very unusual care package…
Somebody sends me a great big box from Midway, I get kind of excited. Right? But this one was beginning to look like a shipping mistake: Somebody had ordered a box of packing bubbles, and it got sent to me … Continue reading
There is a meme currently popular with conservatives…
…and others who enjoy watching the effect Trump has on media gasbags… …to the effect that Trump is doing all this on purpose: Tweeting out inflammatory nonsense in the full knowledge that media gasbags – who by now hate him … Continue reading
This guy just likes to work in stone.
Granted, the mesas on the other side of the plateau to the east of the Gulch are rich in stackable shale. Took me three painful hours just to gather stone for a 4X8 woodshed floor, and this guy does things … Continue reading
Waiting for Monsoon…
Forecast: It’s going to storm. Don’t know where, don’t know when. That’s not really a big help. In the meantime…well, I thought I had a great shot of a digital thermometer with some appalling temperature reading, but my rapidly-failing camera … Continue reading
I’ve got the coolest readers anywhere.
You know how much help readers have been to me over the years? Between random $20 hits to the tip jar, fun and often even useful care packages, good suggestions via comments, and then there’s the big things: A now … Continue reading
I really don’t know how ancient societies got along without it.
I had intended to leave the holes for the addition’s windows sealed up until I was ready to wrap tarpaper and mount the windows, because Monsoon is Coming – pretty much any minute now. But last night was really quite … Continue reading
Let us now praise famous Spam.
I did not know this until Claire mentioned it, but yesterday I missed commemorating an anniversary really quite significant here at the Secret Lair: Spam turned 80 years old. Whether served as Spammo Classico or just cubed with potatoes and … Continue reading
Still healing up here…
Sunday afternoon I sprouted a lovely crop of blisters on the end of my stump, brand-new gelsocks be damned. That was the end of what amounted to a 4-day work marathon between Thursday and Sunday – I lasted till the … Continue reading
I stand with my heroine, Chelsea Clinton, who famously said…
…that she just couldn’t work up any interest in money. Of course in her case it’s because she grew up rolling in the stuff. I don’t care about rocks and dirt for the same reason. But I also, to be … Continue reading
I’d like to close the beach for my personal use today…
…that being a time-honored tradition among us autocratic hegemons. ‘Cause I’m really sore, and anyway you guys are in the middle of your four-day and mostly aren’t even reading this. Alas I have to drag myself to town this morning … Continue reading
Ohhh, I’m so lame…
Yeah, you knew that. But I mean right now I’m literally lame, as in I’d need a good reason to painfully stumble across the room and brew a cup of tea. Overwalked. I’ve been on my feet and actively working … Continue reading
That’s only happened to me once before…
Yesterday I was going to be on my feet all day. Regular readers know I don’t have the usual full complement of feet, and they really are there to keep your legs from fraying at the end. Regular readers also … Continue reading









































