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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
Once in a while ol’ Caretaker Joel actually gets to fix something.
Made a full set of rounds yesterday afternoon and noticed that the plastic cover on this greenhouse was kinda loose. Closer examination showed the screws holding it down had pulled out of the wood en masse. Next good windstorm and … Continue reading
Now this is a care package for a hermit!
Landlady came up last evening. The roads are still okay but somewhat moist and the weather is iffy, so just to be on the safe side I met her at the county road and shuttled her and Dharma in. And … Continue reading
Morning at the Secret Lair…
Whole bunch of boring little domestic things going on this morning. Laundry. Yard cleanup. Nothing to report, really. Had a little reconfiguring fun yesterday evening during the rain, though… Wanting to use my computer but not to turn it on, … Continue reading
Progress in spite of myself
Okay, I couldn’t get the racking up today. Dammit. Bummed, I went over to Landlady’s and finished the Chicken Yard/Gitmo Sealing Project, wiring the big gate shut, wiring the chicken wire to the gate, wiring wire around suspiciously large gaps … Continue reading
Look, I love to hate Obama as much as anybody…
But sometimes nothing is the right thing to do. In Obama’s case, I wish he’d do it more. In an editorial published Wednesday, The Advocate newspaper in Baton Rouge called on Obama to visit “the most anguished state in the … Continue reading
Aw, crap.
Well I overslept (Woke around five to the sound of rain on the roof, so rolled over and went back to sleep.) Didn’t climb out of my rack till a bit after 6:30, to find the clouds parting and a … Continue reading
How you can tell when somebody actually uses their knife…
Ladies and Gentleman, Roberta X schooling some fool who dared suggest the little lady might find a multitool of more utility than a big scary spring-assist knife… “Knife” I said and knife I meant — I carry a Leatherman Wave … Continue reading
The “Cajun Navy” – Well played, carry on.
Also – damn! Folks in Louisiana still getting nailed. Volunteers doing what good people do, and apparently not a lot of horror stories arising from what bad people do. So far. We got any TUAK folks out that way?
My last sack of concrete.
I had one left over, just as planned hoped. The chicks, who look more like pullets now and may be getting big enough not to slip through the chicken yard’s chain link fencing, have spent the past almost two weeks … Continue reading
Hey, remember those “Tea Party” PACs the IRS picked on?
Okay, sure, the IRS is evil and should be buried headless at a crossroads with a stake through its heart. But don’t feel too bad for the PACs.
In Praise of Empiricism: or, Children, Study Math.
While my pier columns are setting it was time to move on to the next question: How to set that 40o angle for the solar panels? I attended 12 different public schools growing up. I don’t know how many math … Continue reading
Home-built Infrastructure: It just goes on and on.
One of the several things that has always perplexed me about this place is how poor the local contractors are. There’s one solar power contractor who’s at least polite and honest if not god’s gift to the industry, but the … Continue reading
My poor chicken-killing yard will never be the same.
Between the path up the hill and the gully behind the cabin there’s a patch of rather steep yard that’s good for nothing in particular. I put the sink where I butcher chickens at the very edge of it so … Continue reading
I would have to pick the hottest day of the month…
I kicked off the work day before six, to get the digging finished and the footers poured for the new solar panel rack. Went to town to get water and chicken pellets, ate lunch and grabbed Little Bear, went to … Continue reading
This is so delightfully shameless. And they’ll completely get away with it.
The Clintons missed their calling, they really did. They should have been the villains in one of those infinitely-running soap operas. Probably not as much money in it, though. I heard about this on Limbaugh in the Jeep a couple … Continue reading
Huh. That kinda smarts.
I think I’ve developed an honest-to-god allergy to something in concrete. I only poured one bag yesterday, just for the upper pad on this slope and then spent the rest of my time measuring and trenching. I felt it at … Continue reading
Funniest Headline Ever.
New York Times, for the win. Once Skeptical of Executive Power, Obama Has Come to Embrace It Yes, apparently in another timeline there existed a version of Barack Obama who was skeptical of executive power. In general, that is: Not … Continue reading
Establishing baselines
I’m not lazy. I’m just…proceeding with careful deliberation. So I measured and dug holes for the four corner piers, poured concrete for the one most uphill, planted an anchor, then used a 10′ 2X4 to establish compass direction and level. … Continue reading
Once upon a time there was this thing called the “Libertarian Party…”
Sounded great when I was a kid. I mean you’ve got Johnson in the top seat for the Dems and Nixon for the Repubs: Any budding young anarchist is gonna at least look around to see if somebody left any … Continue reading









































