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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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Maintenance – Better late than never
I don’t know how long ago, but before I ever moved here Landlady and T bought themselves one really good ladder. It has been involved in the construction of three houses and a barn, not to mention countless trips banging … Continue reading
“My god! It’s full of people who can hurt me!”
Rep. Jason Chaffetz, R-Utah, is outraged to learn that D.C. security personnel did not kill a man and endanger unknown numbers of other people to preemptively protect his own much-more-important self. Chaffetz said security tracked Hughes as he approached the … Continue reading
QoD: “So this is why they don’t let soldiers carry guns” edition
On the bright side, …we joined an Army where cross-dressing was prohibited; survived an era where if you did it, you were expected to keep it to yourself; and were able to retire, fortunately, before it was mandatory. I only … Continue reading
A pistol shooter’s most terrifying moment…
Is this one. C’mon, Ruger owners, ‘fess up. You clean your Mark Whatever .22 when it gets so gunked up it just won’t feed anymore, and you’re always half-convinced that’s the last time you’ll ever see it intact. I love … Continue reading
Can you set somebody on fire with muzzle blast?
Ian and Karl say yes, as a matter of fact you can. In fact with the right materials and under the right circumstances, it’s surprisingly easy.
Scroungin’
Getting ready for construction season on the Lair, and I’m intimidated by the imperative that certain tasks must and will be performed in a certain order, or all hell will ensue. I was finally forced to sit down and actually … Continue reading
Sometimes life leaves you nothing.
Nothing to write about, that is. I just spent a fine, invigorating morning doing a great deal of good semi-skilled gulchy stuff, which normally I’d be pleased to crow about on the blog, except it was on behalf of some … Continue reading
The three most complimentary words for a freelancer’s employer…
…are “They,” “Pay,” and “Promptly.” Just got back from town. I had a wan hope of a check from Backwoods Home for that article they accepted last month. There’s a lot of back-and-forth in snailmail regarding contracts and so forth, … Continue reading
Must be getting old!
After (mumble mumble*) years of reloading, I produced my very first squib! Don’t know how it happened, since I’ve got procedures specifically designed to prevent** no-charge and double-charge loads. I’ve seen what happens when a bullet gets stuck halfway up … Continue reading
Migraine…
Came on quite suddenly in the late afternoon. As of elevenish when I finally stumbled off to bed I could see to read again and my head didn’t hurt too badly, but I was still having these distracting little hallucinations … Continue reading
Sure, they’re for when you want to walk your chicken.
Doesn’t everybody have one? h/t to Landlady.
The (hopefully) brief, amusing reign of Hillvetica
People are already having fun with Hillary’s misbegotten Progresso-H logo, to the point that it has spawned an entire typeface. Go thou and enjoy.
Springtime!
…and we haven’t had a more wintery day since early February! I intended to spend this blustery day, which might possibly crawl its sorry ass up into the low fifties by mid-afternoon, cocooned in the Lair reading a good book. … Continue reading
Not quite as easy as E. E. Smith made it look…
Allllmost. Keep trying, guys.
Sometimes I wonder if LB’s cable causes more trouble than LB unbound.
A couple of months ago I fit him – and the Lair – with a longer cable. Since then you can practically follow his route through the yard by the things around which he’s wound it. LB was so obviously … Continue reading
I’m afraid Landlady’s flock is losing another chicken.
Which is odd…usually if they get sick they fade fast, but this has gone on for three or four days. I’ll come into the chicken house and find this one, #2, the smallest of the bunch, squeezed between the water … Continue reading
Sometimes I think Wildblue is just screwing with me.
It’s Spring, which means it’s windy. About ten days ago, in the middle of a major windstorm, my satellite connection went all to bits. It’s an old story: Click a link, go make a sandwich. Come back later to see … Continue reading









































