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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
Kansas enters the fold!
Brownback signs bill that allows permit-free concealed carry of guns in Kansas Wouldn’t have guessed Kansas would be next. Let the epidemic of parking lot shootouts begin!
Oh, you people have no idea how deep this rabbit hole goes.
Open your eyes, Sheeple! Memories Pizza? OR THE ILLUMINATI? Once upon a time there was an evil pizzeria that catered to the lowest form of religious bigotry. They waited for years, opening the store almost a decade ago. They knew … Continue reading
Did he know the box cutter was loaded?
Store Owner Fatally Shoots Thug With Box Cutter Subject. Verb. Preposition. Dependant Clause. Mix. Match.
“None of this is exotic to me.”
So H has already winged her way to the new place, far away from here. J’s father flew in at the same time she flew out, to help with final packing and drive one of their vehicles east. Things are … Continue reading
Well! Now I know how LB would greet a stranger in the Lair…
It’s just that kind of day. My first non-shitshoveling Wednesday dawned partly cloudy and cool with lots and lots of wind. I puttered for the first half of the morning, trying to work up ambition to start on a building … Continue reading
And that’s when it occurred to me, gun grabbers never have troubles like this.
The poor little things! No wonder they’re so sour all the time. A visit from Ian – to his own range, it must be said – usually means steel plate repair. We’re always shooting through chains, but usually I can … Continue reading
Spammo Classico
People think I live alone in the desert because of my desire for quiet and solitude, my disgust with civilization as it has degenerated under the corrupt, clandestine rule of the Hapsburgs, or my profound psychological abnormalities. Or perhaps it … Continue reading
I’ve changed my position on Joe Biden.
I’ve often said I wish Biden could be VP for life, just because I find him so damned entertaining. But he has jumped the shark on me. Look, I like making fun of politicians. It’s just one of my little … Continue reading
I am the seventh son of a seventh son. I can see your future…
And if you’re an InRange fan, your future involves a Vickers gun. MAN this bullet hose can mess up a target.
End of an era…and a paycheck…
The last two horses shipped out Saturday. I did a final shit-shoveling and hauled away last week’s pile, and I’m out of the business. Sigh. Gonna miss those guys. Not to mention the steady employment.
“Vengeance is mine!” saith the reloader
This is Serenity, the very first inhabited structure on Landlady’s property. It long predates me. In early 2009 Landlady, sick of looking at it, requested that I make it go away. She was non-specific as to how or where. Seemed … Continue reading
In fairness to the bureaucrats, a flock of Canada Geese can really mess up a lawn.
But Kevin D. Williamson is siding with the enemy. If there is to be a plague of goose poop befouling an American city, it really could not happen to a more fitting municipality than our national capital, … that eternal … Continue reading
Nice try, guys. I don’t think it’s going to work.
Those cattle guys came by on Friday, and yesterday I wandered over to see what they’d been up to… And I guess we’ll find out if they did any good. Doubt it. Curiously, through all this they’ve ignored the original … Continue reading
All hail diversity, I suppose…
Though I must confess the only Spam I ever really cared for is Spam-flavored Spam. Every attempt to spice it up I’ve ever encountered just made things worse.
For those wondering what happened to Joel’s Cabin Siding Bleg…
Officially it’s on hold for another week or two for administrative reasons. The person who handles my vast financial empire is on the road and it’s just not a good time. I’d blame it on the people howling for Hardie … Continue reading
To be fair, DC residents don’t get a lot of practice at parking cars. Just at driving fruitlessly around and around looking for a space.
But here’s congressional delegate Eleanor Holmes Norton giving it the old college try. I think this may be the only Slate piece I ever linked to. I would have thought they were on her side? But I guess everybody likes … Continue reading
Disaster through Irony: Remember that time John Hinckley missed Ronald Reagan six times?
Seriously, look it up. Reagan might have escaped the assassination attempt unharmed, except for maybe getting squashed by a Secret Service side of beef, if his limousine hadn’t been so heavily armored. The bullet that got him was deflected into … Continue reading
Making the desert bloom…
At least this tiny bit of it. Now if only we can avoid any hard freezes for a while, maybe this little thing will do something this year.
Here’s a pretty good summation of the whole “microaggression” thing we’ve heard so much of in the past few months…
‘Microaggressions’ And ‘Trigger Warnings,’ Meet Real Trauma If your psyche is so fragile you fall apart when someone inadvertently reminds you of “trauma,” especially if that trauma consisted of you overreacting to a self-interpreted racial slur, you need therapy. You … Continue reading









































