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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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It’s one thing to be a liar and a thug…
But how did we find ourselves in a society where the lying thugs get to (legally!) toss grenades into little girls’ bedrooms? Good news, though. The police are going to investigate themselves, so I’m sure all the guilty will be … Continue reading
Okay, that’s totally my fault.
I should have known better. On my way to Friday shit-shoveling I dropped the boys off at Gitmo, same as always. It’s a very windy morning, and when I found the Gitmo door standing open I should have fixed it … Continue reading
Stormy weather…
Clouds have rolled in, and word around the jungle telegraph is that we’re in for a couple of nasty days. I’m giving the ‘pooter a rest and throwing myself on the mercy of Vernor Vinge. Have to say, though: My … Continue reading
Gulching Commerce
I’m munching on a slice of delicious banana bread as I type this, and that wasn’t part of today’s plan. After I finished shit-shoveling but before heading for the Jeep, my neighbor J asked, “What do you need for making … Continue reading
There are chickens in the Lair’s future
This afternoon I took delivery on fifty concrete blocks, some anchor bolts, and cement. Tomorrow I’ll start leveling ground on an 8X12 space to be lined and divided into four with the blocks. Once that’s done, I’ll build a 4X6 … Continue reading
Speaking of creepy, let’s discuss Big Bird.
Because this is funny. In fairness to the Obama campaign, I thought the ad was pretty good. But you’ve got to wonder how scary it’s getting at the DNC when even PBS wants out from under you. Also, Big Bird … Continue reading
Introducing the New! Improved!
Taurus .44. Finally! Approximately 77.3 nanoseconds after my neighbor J called and told me my Taurus parts had arrived, I slid into his yard, collected them, and was back at the desk and feverishly tearing off the sideplate. Popped in … Continue reading
When you meet the Keyboard Kommando on the road…
There’s a post over at Claire’s place in which she says, among other things, How many people just get stuck … in a perpetual tizzy of fear, disgust, or rage? So off we go to a blog or a forum … Continue reading
Here we go again.
The nice thing about heating with wood around here is that the wood is free. Except for chainsaw maintenance. And chains. And time. And work. And occasional danger. On the other hand a chainsaw, once you own it, is a … Continue reading
Here’s something you don’t see every day…
I’m told he’ll pull two people in a cart all day long. We’ll see, I guess. The cart’s due to arrive later today.
In regard to the previous post…
Since mass killings have been declared “not illegal,” here’s a possible start. Actually the list is pretty much endless…
I always thought mass killings were illegal. Myth?
Unless, you know, the NYPD or a major government does it. Then it’s cool – I know that. But I always thought it would be illegal for you or me to go out and mow down a lot of people … Continue reading
The memory is the first to … What was I going to say?
Sometimes I think I should keep a diary. Not because future generations will find my life useful or interesting (Dear Diary: Today I played with the dogs and read a book. Maybe tomorrow I’ll do something useful) but because I … Continue reading
Okay, brat. You’ve succeeded in guilting me into submission.
Aargh. In obtaining a new kitten, there was one difficulty I didn’t foresee. If she happens to be unusually, um, rambunctious, life with her in what amounts to a micro-cabin may become … trying. This morning I was innocently trying … Continue reading
It’s as though they’re trying to piss people off.
Maybe the NYPD needs a bullet fee? Get a load of this: NYPD runs man down, charges his mother for vehicle repairs. TAMON ROBINSON tried to outrun cops, but couldn’t. The 27-year-old coffee barista died in April after being struck … Continue reading
The libs seem upset with the Big O.
I assumed that New Yorker cover was conservative snark. Guess not.
Getting impatient now.
It’s been over two weeks since I ordered the parts for my Taurus .44. I know it’s not an excessive amount of time, no point in beginning to worry and all that. But I want my toy! Wah! I may … Continue reading









































