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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
Learned two new things before the coffee was cold…
1. Apparently his name actually was Paul Revere. Sort of. 2. These geezers were still touring. I’m sorry he’s dead and all, but Paul Revere & The Raiders had a single big hit which I loath almost as much as … Continue reading
I’ll take “Really bad ideas the National Teachers Association will love” for $200, Alex.
Connecticut Targets Homeschoolers In the aftermath of the Newtown massacre, a state panel tries to restrict parental rights. Established to investigate the causes and consequences of the 2012 massacre at an elementary school in Newtown, the Sandy Hook commission issued … Continue reading
I’m the only member of my anarchy club, and this could still get me kicked out.
Sometimes, in the dark of night when nobody’s watching, I play “What would I do if I were in charge?” It always ends up reminding me that I don’t really have any answers. And it leaves me very glad I’m … Continue reading
Forward to Utopia!
Would-be Totalitarians, thriftily ensuring that good crises don’t go to waste. Van Jones: “The Ebola thing is the best argument you can make for the kind of government that we believe in.” Because if his guy was in charge, what … Continue reading
Yeah, it’s that time of year…
I have to start thinking about this thing. And I’ve already cut as much juniper as I really want to burn. After the first winter on wood I’ve found that it really isn’t something you want a steady diet of … Continue reading
I Googled “Fear Mongering…”
And all I got was Drudge. Though I must express surprise that there are no items about that essential ‘close the border’ thing. Also, “Ebola Path” would make a darned fine name for … oh, never mind.
You do occasionally wonder what planet the guy was born on.
To be fair, three very public malapropisms in six years of giving lots of speeches is actually a darn fine record. Even knowing that, I’m driven to ridicule. Because what family man doesn’t know how to pronounce OB/GYN? [H]ow ridiculous … Continue reading
And speaking of twits…
You really can’t win with these people. Organized gun owners protest innocent black man shot down by police…which proves what racists gun owners are. I am not making this up. …police kill far more unarmed black men than anyone else. … Continue reading
“So long,” we said. “Write when you find work,” we said. Oops.
So look who found work. At least at the moment Piers is carping about something we like to rag on as well. I doubt it’ll make him any more lovable. No, there’s nothing of actual substance to be said about … Continue reading
Here’s a new addition to the sidebar…
For those of you currently steering clear of the newly emasculated JPFO, here’s The Zelman Partisans. Featuring our own Claire. Plus a bunch of other people. None of whom seem to actually be Jews, but what the hell. When the … Continue reading
Bit of a limp wrist there…
It’s always been a problem, so I’ll just say it before anybody else does. One of the cool things about hanging with Ian is that sometimes you get to shoot odd old guns. I’m not a collector at all: The … Continue reading
The pith helmet is a bit much…
But other than that and a general air of good grooming, this fellow would not be considered at all unusual in my area. So why all the violent hate? Bob Owens says it true: We’ve noted this before, and will … Continue reading
They’re not addicted. They can stop any time they want.
Each evening I go to visit Landlady’s chickens. I collect eggs, and they don’t care. I fill their waterbowl, and they don’t care. I spread pellets, and they don’t care a lot. I open the bin full of sunflower seeds, … Continue reading
Morning Trivia…
A quote from Tam (who’s blogging again though unfortunately not permitting comments) regarding that guy who climbed the White House fence … A Spyderco pocket knife… “He’s from Texas, honey,” I yelled at the television, startling the cats, “That’s not … Continue reading
In three months I’ll look back in bitter nostalgia…
…on mornings in the low forties. This morning circumstance had me out in it before breakfast, and it just reminded me that fingertips have poor circulation. Neighbors J&H are out of town, and both set tasks for old Uncle Joel. … Continue reading
You’re not the boss of me, Ghost. I’ll play with my friends if I want to.
Had a bunch of things going on today, in fact I’m still not done. Shit-shoveling, haul off a bunch of moldy old alfalfa from another neighbor, then to town with D&L. When I got back, Ghost and I hiked over … Continue reading
A Confession…
To the literally [insert very small number] of Americans who depend on TUAK daily for its incisive reporting on the ongoing crisis in the Middle East: I can’t keep these names straight, and I don’t even try. The “Khorosan Group” … Continue reading
So you want to annoy your Uncle Joel, eh?
Mission accomplished. Sometimes it seems like getting things done around here involves one damned improvisation after another. For example: Landlady’s ridge has no water pressure, but it does contain going on a dozen chickens that need to be watered daily. … Continue reading









































