

Will Blog for ISP Time, Glaucoma Meds, or Cheap Booze.
Free! (and worth every penny)


Scary Manifesto that keeps getting pushed down on the sidebar by filthy capitalism!
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.
Our Founder

Our Late Editor
Our Late Cattle Wrangler

Laddie the Amazing Torso Boy 2011-2020
Blogroll
- 357 Magnum
- 5 Acres and a Dream
- 90 Miles From Tyranny
- A Day in the Life of a Talk Radio Blogger
- Adaptive Curmudgeon
- Armed & Non-Violent
- Bayou Renaissance Man
- Bill St. Clair
- Borepatch
- Carl Bussjaeger
- Claire Wolfe
- Commander Zero
- Dio's Workshop
- Eaton Rapids Joe
- Forgotten Weapons
- Freeholder
- Home on the Range
- Instapundit
- Irons in the Fire
- James Zachary
- Kent McManigal
- Nails and Sawdust
- Never Yet Melted
- Resistance Library
- Say Uncle
- The Price of Liberty
- The Smallest Minority
- The View from North Central Idaho
- The Vulgar Curmudgeon
- The War on Guns
- The Zelman Partisans
- True Blue Sam
- View from the Porch
- Weer'd World
- Wendy McElroy
- You will shoot your eye out
- Zendo Deb
Previous OPSEC Violations
Author Archives: Joel
no no no dammit
The only private space project I’ve watched with interest (because it’s the only one I know of that wasn’t just selling services to the feds) has crashed. This is apparently going down right now and there’s not much information except … Continue reading
Lust and greed are deadly sins, Joel.
I got a chuckle from this pic, seen at Weer’d’s place.Out here we just call them “rifles.” Oddly, for all the rifles contained and carried in the Gulch, until recently there wasn’t a single AR. I came here eight years … Continue reading
A page that aches for a word which speaks on a theme that is timeless…
No, that’s got nothing to do with the post, I just always liked the line. And may I say that when you wake up singing a pretentious* Neil Diamond song, especially one from that source, it’s probably going to be … Continue reading
Looks like I’m gonna have to do some research.
Thanks to a generous donation from a reader, coupled with a very generous donation from another reader, I think I’ve got the money to replace the Jeep’s rear tires. And I just got back from trying to do exactly that. … Continue reading
Lords of Improvisation
Two of my neighbors have a long-term problem with their water systems. They piped the inlets to their tanks to an upper fitting, which I believe is the way it’s supposed to work, and every winter night the water in … Continue reading
Hotspot Bleg
Here at the Secret Lair we’re trying out a new piece of gear. It’s a UMX hotspot, sent for evaluation by a generous reader – I’ll be taking over and paying for the account. And just at the point where … Continue reading
That’s a good question. I don’t know the answer for sure.
Question of the Day: Would You Provide Security for a ‘Disarmenter’ Who’d Mocked You? Lo and behold, when I got inside, some yuppie soccer Mom type wear(ing) a “Moms Demand Action” t-shirt spotted me and the sidearm on my hip … Continue reading
I love this guy.
The Adaptive Curmudgeon buys (or actually attempts to buy, so far) a cord of wood. I stack’em in order, so you don’t have to. Which is more than Mudge is gonna end up with, I do predict.
Must be gettin’ on toward election time…
…because the same old damn argument is raging again. (Or still. Whatever. It never stops, but it only rages once every two years.) “If you don’t vote, you don’t have any right to complain.” Which to me always seems exactly … Continue reading
So the boys had quite a weekend, relatively speaking…
Friday afternoon Landlady texted me that she was coming up that evening. Friday night just before my bedtime I let the boys out and Ghost vanished. He usually pulls this Saturday morning, but decided not to wait. So that was … Continue reading
A bit of Sunday morning schadenfreude
Remember Amber Vinson? She was one of those two nurses who contracted ebola, and I’m happy to hear that she’s been declared clear. It was widely reported that shortly before her temperature rose she was on a trip that involved … Continue reading
From the “Welcome to the party, pal” files…
I don’t spend a lot of time at NRO because all statists taste the same to me. Having uttered the obligatory exculpation, I’ll go ahead and admit that Kevin Williamson is an excellent writer and something of a guilty pleasure. … Continue reading
I presume his full name is Zale Thompson Derka Derka Mohammed Jihad.
But then again maybe this is just workplace violence. Hey, weird things happen. I kinda doubt it, though…Given other things in the recent news, it would be a helluva coincidence if this guy turned out to be a Nordic Baptist … Continue reading
The sun is growing weak…
Almost November, and the sun isn’t its usual lethal self.As the shadows lean toward the east I go to collect my laundry, only to find the thicker stuff still sodden. In two more months’ time it will have frozen there, … Continue reading
Uncle Joel fires an M1 v*e*r*y s*l*o*w*l*y
From Forgotten Weapons, of course, though the Garand would take a lot of forgetting.
The apocalypse may not be televised, but it will be politicized.
I recall somebody saying not long ago that the ebola scare would definitely not be politicized. I don’t recall who said that, or in what universe that person was standing at the time. Because this is ‘Murca, buddy, and we … Continue reading
I suppose if I didn’t know about it, he’s not hurting me.
I’ve mentioned in the past that I don’t come from an especially rich background. Due to the effort of my father, I was born in Detroit and not on a crappy farm somewhere outside Moscow, Michigan. We weren’t poor white … Continue reading
Lord, Mr. Freud.
I had a really embarrassing brain fart regarding those arsenic caps I was supposed to have finished last weekend. I did work on them Saturday, but due to some supply deficiencies couldn’t finish. Geiger Counter Guy was away at a … Continue reading
A very sad commentary on our world: I honestly can’t tell if this is satire.
But I’d want one anyway, if I still had a cubicle to decorate. 🙂 If this is satire, it’s damned funny. If not, it’s…funnier. Far too expensive, though. Six bucks for shipping? Ripoff.









































