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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
Inedible.
I baked again this morning, before it got too hot. Revised the recipe only by adding water and plenty of rising time. The dough began as before, grainy and brittle and more like plaster of paris than bread dough. But … Continue reading
Remember when the right-wingers were the scary crazies?
Maybe some readers are too young. But once upon a time most liberals were – well, kinda liberal. And for real star chamber paranoia you needed a right-winger. In the days of HUAC (no relation) hearings and Hollywood black lists … Continue reading
A dog knows the difference between being tripped over and being kicked.
…a fact this guy might have wanted to keep in mind… It might be the result of too many movies – I can’t stand to be in a room with a china doll, either – or maybe these things have … Continue reading
Havin’ a heat wave…
Boy, I gotta tell ya I’ve talked about all the disadvantages of D&L’s strawbale-and-earthbag extravaganza, but the one thing it does right it does very right indeed: It is a fantastic place to be during a heat wave. I walked … Continue reading
Does bread flour need more yeast?
Somebody gave me 50 pounds of bread flour. I’ve never worked with anything but all-purpose flour, and long-time readers know it took me a very long time to learn how to bake reliable bread. Now today I tried working with … Continue reading
Obama shows us his blood-dancing chops
Out-racing even Michael Bloomberg to a microphone, Obama instantly analyzes that racist hate crime in Charleston and blames it on … guns.
Brian Williams: “As I told Dan Rather while we fought back to back against Soviet forces in Afghanistan…
“…you shouldn’t misrepresent yourself, Dan. Take off that dumb hat.” Firing Brian Williams was too good for him, they sent him to MSNBC. Where he’ll never be seen or heard from again, one imagines.
They call it “public service”…
Because “Parasite” doesn’t look good on a resumé. Like you, I never heard of Katherine Archuleta before this week, when the bureaucracy threw her under the bus for that big OPM hack. I hope to never hear of her again, … Continue reading
If it’s hot up here – and it’s hot up here…
It must be hell in Saguaro country. Guffaw reports 114o yesterday, and I suspect that’s gonna hold for a while. If I didn’t have people down there I like I’d indulge in a moment of schadenfreude, for this is where … Continue reading
Haw!
I was done with the Rachel Dolezal thing. I swear I was. This is Claire’s fault. Gad I wish I’d thought of that first. Because of course I have the perfect white Persian cat.
It took several seconds just to work up the nerve to come back down.
So now that the skin on my stump has regrown and I’m not hobbling around like an old man, it’s time to get back to work on the Lair. This morning I took down that second upper sheet to re-work … Continue reading
Oh! I’ve been waiting for this one!
Check out this latest InRange video. Ian and Karl shoot up some repro WWI trench armor. Short version: DO NOT wear this armor while under fire by someone with some of that explody Soviet observation ammo. Just don’t.
I think it was in the ’68 prez campaign…
Some newsie said something like, “In the past, presidential campaigns involved choosing between qualified statesmen. Some might come closer to matching your own views, but inside you know that none would be a disastrous mistake. Lately it’s more like being … Continue reading
Burrow owls sighted
I had breakfast at S&L’s on Sunday. L has been working on stuccoing this big garden wall they put up around the front yard of the big beautiful house they’ve been working on since before I first met them back … Continue reading
“You’re a Criminal in a Mass Surveillance World”
Holy crap, this is long. And depressing. And I don’t claim to be more than halfway through it myself, and haven’t yet detected content justifying the south end of the title’s hyphen, “How to Not Get Caught.” But so far … Continue reading
It’s tragic, I tell you. Tragic.
I feel your pain, brother. The Hell of Being Born Trans Class Imagine….well there’s really no point because you can’t bloody imagine. Unlike me – unless of course you are a fellow Trans Class victim – you won’t have sufficient … Continue reading
Way to plan ahead there, Joel…
I love technology. And also I hate technology. Love/hate. Yeah. And also I’m still working the details on my new financial order. Regular readers will recall I recently lost my shit-shoveling gig, which put thirty or forty bucks into my … Continue reading
For some of the products I have a fleeting affection. But for the company…
I’d be delighted to spit on its grave. We didn’t abandon you, Colt. You abandoned us, and a helluva long time ago too. They bet on the police state, never dreaming that the ‘civilian’ market was about to explode. And … Continue reading
I’m a bad person…
I read the following headline… Cannabinoid Oil Helps Young Autistic Boy Say His First Words …and immediately think, ‘what would those words be?’ “Have you heard how quiet an autistic kid can be? I mean, have you ever really heard … Continue reading
Expanding our color palette…
It’s not real fashionable but it is smart: Introducing Ghost’s new very unghostly “I am not a coyote” collar.They didn’t have hunter orange so I settled for hot pink. If dogs had any fashion sense, he’d murder me in my … Continue reading









































