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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 costs a little extra, but it’s worth it.
So yesterday evening the Secret Lair got its very own moat for a while. Remember a couple of weeks ago I told you the boys and I bailed from the Lair to escape an oncoming storm, and it turned out … Continue reading
Wish I’d thought of that…
Of course technically it didn’t land…
Here’s a statistic for you…
Davi Barker at The Daily Anarchist did some number crunching and came up with a figure you probably won’t find particularly surprising. The methodology is a little casual, and I agree with Linoge that a couple of terms could have … Continue reading
So let me get this straight…
…now that I’ve got a kitten, I need a puppy? Not in this lifetime, but it did work. Kitten slept through the afternoon, having worn out both Dharma the puppy and Little Bear. We had a dinner party at S&L’s … Continue reading
Click’s worst nightmare
Landlady showed up at the Secret Lair this morning around eight, bearing gifts. I forget who sent what, forgive me, but I got boxes containing three Larken Rose books and a whole bunch of empty brass. Thanks, guys! Anyway, she … Continue reading
I’d have gone with “petulant,” myself. But I might have repeated it twice.
“I mean, that really bothered me. You notice he said anger twice. He’s really trying to use racial coding and access some really deep stereotypes about the ‘angry black man.’ This is part of the playbook against Obama, the ‘otherization.’ … Continue reading
Life goes on, given the slightest chance.
. Light posting today. No sun yesterday and so far none today. The batteries recover slowly and I’m currently abusing them. On the kitten front, chaos and confrontations continue. Click is living in the yard, keeping Ghost company. She comes … Continue reading
Aw, man. Slippery Jim DeGriz’s lockpicks wear black today.
Harry Harrison has died. Yeah, he was an annoying Esperanto fan. But you ain’t done anti-authoritarianism until you’ve done Bill the Galactic Hero. RIP.
Probably a guy thing.
You ever find yourself wanting to do something you really aren’t interested in, just because that would plausibly allow you to do something peripheral that you do want to do? Example: I suddenly want to get a motorcycle just so … Continue reading
Because why? I’m guessing vodka.
There’s no point to this post, really. Except I’m glad I don’t have to drive in Russia.
Hey, look what I found!
It’s amazing how much junk you accumulate, even when you’ve ditched a helluva lot of junk. Just stay in one place long enough… Landlady asked me to please, since I now have a storage shed, please please do something about … Continue reading
Chuckie Schumer – the reason toilets are sized to contain a human head.
Yeah. Way to bring all metals recycling to a complete halt, there, Senator. Schumer said his proposal would federalize penalties for metal theft and increase documentation requirements for scrap metal buyers. He said the bill would require documentation proving that … Continue reading
I don’t say this often, but…
…thank god for the loft. There are negative design characteristics I didn’t consider seriously enough when I raked the Lair’s roof so steeply and put in a sleeping loft. I can live with them, but there have definitely been times … Continue reading
I can disprove that right now, Katha.
CBS News writer laments the poor prospects for anti-gun blood dancing: Why is this? One reason is surely that guns have effectively become the emblem of the ongoing great white male right-wing freak-out. (Ladies might pack a pink pistol, but … Continue reading
Oh, great. There’s a kitten in the house.
Which means it’s time to play my two very favorite games… 1. Keep the hell off my keyboard, and 2. Don’t climb Daddy’s leg. No, seriously, don’t … GET THE HELL OFF MY LEG. She keeps making dashes for LB’s … Continue reading
Prison rape won’t be a problem…
Via Claire: A Claxton, Tennessee man is accused of assaulting his live-in girlfriend over a photo of an unknown man he spotted on her Facebook page. That man? GOP presidential candidate Mitt Romney. According to the Anderson County Sheriff’s Department, … Continue reading
Does this mean I have to put on clothes?
For the past two days I’ve barely left the Lair, exiting only to take care of essential dog stuff and admire my new PV panel’s efforts to charge big-ass batteries. That involves going in here… Yeah, I suspect that after … Continue reading
Well, I’ve always said…
…you can call me unpatriotic if you want for not supporting the .gov’s selfless efforts to “help” us into serfdom and servitude. But let somebody actually invade and you should look for Mssrs. Simon and Springfield on the beach, where … Continue reading
My filthy, rotten weekend…
Also, ouch. Okay, so I told you I threw out my back on Friday evening. True. Saturday morning hurt, but not so bad I couldn’t function with care and I figured by today I’d be fine. Then Saturday afternoon it … Continue reading









































