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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
Only cops should have guns.
Because if ordinary people are allowed to carry guns, there will be a lot more news items like this… An apparent booze-fueled dispute over loud music between two groups at a Chino campground over the weekend escalated to the point … Continue reading
Learned something new about chickens yesterday…
The chickens don’t need or want much of my time. They fear and despise me and I’m not their biggest fan, so they don’t get much of my time. Nevertheless one of the first lessons living in the boonies will … Continue reading
Here at Joel’s Gulch, the floggings continue until morale improves.
If I can perfect my erosion controls just in time for the end of Monsoon, I’m in a frenzied hurry to do so because this is getting old. I’m sure there’s a proper name for this thing. I just call … Continue reading
See, this is why I could never be an adventurer.
I see an article about a woman, five years older than me, who just swam 103 miles from Cuba to Florida. It took her 53 hours. It was her fifth try. She was surrounded by boats. And I’m thinking, “Why … Continue reading
I’ve got the answer to the whole Syria conundrum right here.
I’ve been reading all the yeas and nays of “doing something” in/to Syria. Shall the US military destroy the regime’s stockpiles of chemical weapons (using its magical ChemWeap Hum/ComInt assets, I presume)? Shall it make a “tactical” strike on Assad … Continue reading
Did I say fifteen minutes?
Yeah, I meant more like two hours. My mornings have come to resemble a Cool Hand Luke remake, and Boss Weather is getting close to setting my mind right. Call it my contribution to Labor Day. But to cheer me … Continue reading
That was exciting…
Biggest storm of the year just passed. Yesterday was bright and partly-cloudy most of the day, with some storms blowing past on the horizon in the early evening but not real threat of rain. Today was damn near cloudless, still … Continue reading
That quote Tam mentioned…
“Political tags — such as royalist, communist, democrat, populist, fascist, liberal, conservative, and so forth — are never basic criteria. The human race divides politically into those who want people to be controlled and those who have no such desire. … Continue reading
New Stuff
The chainsaw ebooklet has been added to the ever-growing sidebar. If you want to know everything there is to know about chainsaw use and maintenance, for god’s sake don’t expect to find it here. But the booklet’s not a bad … Continue reading
So I got all these emails about yesterday’s FTP post, and they all said pretty much the same thing…
“Wake up and smell the 21st century!” So yes. Thank you. I am now aware you can FTP stuff without using DOS commands. Got it. Okay. Really. Stop telling me.
Men are from Mars, Women are…highly variable in definition, it seems
So there’s a discussion over at Claire’s about this guy who wants to be called a woman, and he’s not Bradley Manning. And I – sarcastically, I admit – stuck my oar in, and now I’m a “hater.” This is … Continue reading
“The political spectrum”
Lifted at random from Sipsey Street, apropos of nothing in the actual post: To measure political ideology, Gallup asks Americans to say whether their political views are very conservative, conservative, moderate, liberal, or very liberal. I consider the sentence above … Continue reading
Geez, I haven’t done that since the eighties.
For over a year, one of the old TUAK posts that has gotten the most search traffic is this one on chainsaw use and maintenance. Judging from the search terms, it addresses questions that seem to come up a lot … Continue reading
And lo! Even more sweat was found in the land!
That’s all yesterday morning’s hard work filling in with silt yesterday afternoon. This morning’s work: Digging it out again. As of 9 AM this morning I am just a little behind where I was at 9 AM yesterday morning. Now … Continue reading
A retaliatory post
Don’t hate me, Claire. I’m only the messenger.
And lo! Much sweating was found in the land.
Phase three, gully ditch restoration under way. More weather blew through yesterday, today is all cloudy and uncertain, and my modem is having another of its bratty little episodes. So I’m mostly out of touch with the outside world. Which … Continue reading
After I have betrayed the revolution and become President for Life…
I will make two immediate proclamations… 1: “Born to Run” is henceforth the new national anthem. 2: Emmylou Harris has to record at least one video in which she acts like she’s having a good time. (Yes, I know she … Continue reading
I’m keeping LB under cover until further notice…
Given the, um, intensity of his gastric symptoms and President Nobel Peace Prize’s propensity for blowing up other people’s stuff, it just seems safer. Google knows where we live, and so I presume does the .gov.
Oh, what a beautiful morning!
(Once again this got a little long. More below the fold.) Woke up around five, as the light was rising in a cloud-free east. The porch boards were dryish, but the crank-out bathroom window panes were dripping under the eaves: … Continue reading
Here’s a great sign.
Like Robb Allen, I assumed it was a fake the first time I saw it. You so rarely meet people with sense. Turns out it’s real, and speaks truth to thuggery. “It’s very sad to see our public schools not … Continue reading









































