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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
Lessons learned from entertaining government scandals…
Also via Claire, this must-read article on how emails can get you “all in” and really deep. For more than a decade, a persistent myth in Washington DC, fueled by several counterterrorism experts, has been that it is possible to … Continue reading
Gimme that ol’ double standard…
The following two paragraphs are presented out of order. Gamez was booked on suspicion of murder, attempted murder and use of a firearm during the commission of a felony in connection with the June 17 shooting that killed Armando Casillas. … Continue reading
Poor Chicago.
I think this would make an interesting study – has Chicago (or all of Illinois, for that matter) ever produced a politician in major office who retired without first doing – or at least richly deserving – jail time? Note … Continue reading
And we’re back.
Sorry about that. The whole domain went away there for a bit. Things got very slow, and then stopped working entirely. I really don’t know why, but it seems to have had to do with Forgotten Weapons (on which TUAK … Continue reading
Just playing around…
I can go with dumbass memes, when I think they’re funny. So I made my ‘pooter some new wallpaper. I’m happy that I’m surrounded by loaded firearms. Aren’t you?
The internet is hard.
So I heard there was this general, right? And I never really paid any attention to this general, because unless I wake to find them surrounding the Secret Lair with tanks or something generals don’t interest me. They come and … Continue reading
Work, work work…
I actually put in a full day’s work yesterday, and never raised a sweat. I was just finishing up the morning’s edition of my keyboard gig when Geiger Counter Guy called begging (literally begging) for help with arsenic caps, which … Continue reading
Whew!
There’s a wonderful, magical place about 35 miles away, with a McDonalds and a Safeway, the coolest alcohol, tobacco and firearms store in the known universe, and a darned good hardware store that sells wood stoves. That last place has … Continue reading
I knew it!
I always knew that little red bastard was creepy. I’ll bet Oscar’s the only straight one on the whole show. And with my luck he’ll turn out to be a serial killer or something.
How to make a short job into a long one.
Waited later than usual to go do my Monday shit-shoveling, because it was bloody cold. When I got there, H said she had tangled with a patch of goathead thorns while riding her cart, and would I mind replacing the … Continue reading
Hmph. Uncle Joel is a fink.
Call this a doggy bed? Last winter it was twice as big! Sure, the other cushion is falling apart and Little Bear shat on it once. Stupid Little Bear. Look at him over there: Even scrunched over he’s taking up … Continue reading
Tribes
I think this is cool. You’ll be okay, Tam. Maybe a little scar. Go get the treatment. We all love you.
How to prove you’re not a Californian!
Seriously. This is what it’s come to. Don’t just get a post office box in Nevada. That doesn’t work and you will end up with bills for taxes, interest and penalties or worse. If you’re going to move, you need … Continue reading
Wish I could give you a cure for that bad case of naivete, my dear…
Because you sure could use one. When this administration was sworn in I was comforting myself with belief that there are laws to prevent the most gross outrages. Then came GM bailout, offshore drilling ban, Obamacare pass by reconciliation. With … Continue reading
Guess it’s time for the doggy bed.
Ghost is a bigger wuss about the cold than I am. And he really hates it when the cats get the big chair.
On the other hand…
Heh. Sometimes I feel like a real materialist. I’m not sure it’s a bad thing. Material-related things are on the brink of happening, and they cheer me up. I got an email from a friend, warning me of an incoming … Continue reading
Cloudy days make me gloomy.
First day of what promises to be a miserable weekend. Yesterday was mostly sunny, but in the middle of the day we had a terrific windstorm. They often foretell bad weather coming after. This morning we had our very first … Continue reading
See, this is why girls shouldn’t raise poultry.
Right here. I want you to notice something. This always kinda bothered me. Organic chicken feed? What does that even mean? I picture Landlady picking this up at a yuppie chicken supply store that specializes in exotic breeds. That only … Continue reading
Introducing a new location for the blog…
M’s Dome is dead! Long live… M’s Earth-Bermed House! Yeah, it needs to get bermed with a helluva lot more earth. But still. There’s dirt on top! This is the space between the dome and the powerhouse, which took the … Continue reading
Looks like I got an extension on the chickens thing…
The weather forecasters have been howling all week about what a rotten weekend this is going to be, and the foreshadowings have indeed been, er, foreboding. (Heh. Try making your own silly sentences, kids! It’s fun and easy!) Anyway, Landlady … Continue reading









































