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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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The power to license is the power to obstruct.
It says I have to issue the permit, not that I have to accept the application! Via Unc.
Baby chickens is so stoopid – but apparently capable of learning.
Landlady said her goodbyes this morning, with an admonition that I should check to see if the new chickens are using their waterer. She set them up with a five-gallon bucket with one of those push-to-drink nipples, and she was … Continue reading
Once again, the internet to the rescue…
Afternoon thunderstorms rolling in. Ghost spent the whole long weekend with Landlady, and now just wants to hang in the Lair. I’m not feeling so hot (still haven’t passed that kidney stone) so I’ve been sitting around reading all day. … Continue reading
Sometimes buying cheap is stupid.
And I knew it at the time, but had no real choice. The only place around here that sells tie-out cables for dogs is the dollar store. Hook Little Bear to a dollar-store tie-out cable, and he’ll stay hooked to … Continue reading
That’s the way it is.
I was fuming about the cattle situation earlier today. Whenever I get to thinking about something around here that bugs me, I always end up comparing it to the things that used to bug me when I lived in the … Continue reading
I know I’m still a city guy at heart…
…because this still always seems really cool to me. Every time Landlady comes up, I make sure there are eggs in her refrigerator. Since there are only three laying chickens, sometimes it’s only a half dozen but it’s as many … Continue reading
#%#@! Cattle.
There’s a herd of cattle in the area. It’s why I was so concerned about Little Bear disappearing yesterday morning, but I didn’t know they’d come so close to the Lair. This morning I saw their tracks on my road. … Continue reading
If you’re sure your position on an issue is right, why do you have to lie about it?
Like these clowns, whom Bitter pretty convincingly outs as yet another anti-gun group trying very unconvincingly to appear pro-gun – just, y’know, more “moderate.” As Robb Allen succinctly points out: In the age of the Internet, Internet groups can’t get … Continue reading
New arrivals at the Gulch…
In what must have been a fairly major effort, Landlady and Ian brought the new generation of chickens to their new, spacious chicken house. Still quite young, but fledging out nicely. (is fledging a word?) Landlady has told me a … Continue reading
They seem to be doing it to TJIC AGAIN!
As we speak. I know nothing more than what’s at the link. Read the comments. I gather they’ve now confiscated his fiance’s guns. Just…because, apparently. Thus is Massachusetts. As somebody else said: For the irony to be any thicker, they’d … Continue reading
LB chose to declare his independence…
by snapping the clip off his tie-out cable and heading for parts unknown. Ghost came back in a reasonable time, LB did not – which is why LB spends his days cabled to the Lair and Ghost does not. “You … Continue reading
Useful thoughts for Independence Day
I was going to come up with something pithy, but Claire beat me to it. And did a much better job. So on this Independence Day of wars and surveillance and militarized cops and armed bureaucrats, and all the other … Continue reading
You know what two things don’t go well together?
A drug that ‘relaxes bladder muscles,’ and a mandate to drink at least three liters of water a day. Just sayin’.
Can he do that?
I see from Thirdpower (lots of links) that, after months of anguish and angst as the Illinois legislature tried to hammer out a concealed carry law that wouldn’t be so painful as to cause them all to shoot themselves in … Continue reading
Considering the writhing agony I was in 48 hours ago…
How can it be possible that I feel just exactly fine this morning? In fact I felt fine most of yesterday. I’m being very conscientious about drinking water, and I’m taking the Tamsulosin that’s supposed to, um, ‘work by relaxing … Continue reading
The problem with waking up with a weird song in your head…
…when you’re not musical at all, is that the same subconscious which planted it there may also feel free to revise and extend the lyrics. And so Talks To Himself may tend chickens while muttering “‘What a daaay for kickin’ … Continue reading
First big storm of the season…
Hit today at about quarter to four. Very heavy rain, gusty wind, temperature dropped thirty degrees in a few minutes. It’s doing the same thing it did last year, really nailing the north side of the Lair. For some reason … Continue reading
Okay, yeah, you probably didn’t mean to do that. But…
You couldn’t have posted the picture if you hadn’t taken the picture. A JFK Airport security supervisor has been fired for mistakenly sending out a mass e-mail blast — of his genitals — to nearly two dozen shocked underlings, supervisors … Continue reading
I must have made quite a spectacle of myself yesterday…
…because neighbors kept showing up with heavy drugs. The doctor gave me a prescription for 20 tabs of 800 mg Ibuprofen, which i didn’t even bother filling. Began to regret that within an hour of returning to the Lair, when … Continue reading









































