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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
That’s a week I won’t demand a redo on.
We didn’t quite finish yesterday, so it actually ended up going six days. We got some cracking, alas, but other than that the house looks really good. Much better than concrete grey, anyway. Yesterday, as we were both hitting exhaustion/sick … Continue reading
Whimper
Today’s the last day of stuccoing. The Final Effort. The Big Push. The last gasp. I have no skin on the fingertips of my left hand, as the lime is finally having its way with me. We’re almost out of … Continue reading
“why do you need a shotgun like that???”
Because… That’s why. I like shorties. Last week Ian and I were out running some errands, and of course we were talking about guns because this was Ian. I told him that, after having opportunities to play with his Krinkov, … Continue reading
For the record, I love pizza.
Only six hours of stuccoing in the hot sun today, and we made serious progress. We have one day left, and it really looks like we’ll be able to get all the way around. As soon as the tools were … Continue reading
That whizzing noise over your head, Mr. Keller?
That was the point of our objection. The “Show me your papers” Arizona decision is odious. Yes it is, but only because it discriminates. We should do it to everybody instead, and then everything will be all right. I’ll trust … Continue reading
Day three is in the can.
We worked from seven to two, and we still didn’t finish the rear wall of the Meadow house. Two days, 1.5 walls and most of the porch to go. The way this is working: Landlady hates lifting 90# sacks of … Continue reading
Next to the part where you go home and collapse in a heap…
The part of a stucco (or any cement or concrete) job I enjoy most is cleaning up the tools afterward. Just saying. We started at seven sharp this morning, and M was the only one of the three of us … Continue reading
Look at my new shinies!
Some weeks ago I lamented that I’d lost all but one of my good Wilson Combat 1911 magazines, along with my mag pouch. This morning I met Landlady, who had a care package from Tam of View from the Porch. … Continue reading
High (Desert) Finance: Things work out.
Spent the first part of the morning sweating about money. I’ve got a few things going on, and they all require it, and I ain’t got none. Looking at my shopping list for regular consumables (food, gasoline, propane, telephone time, … Continue reading
“The crack about North Korea was sort of funny…”
Since hearing about it in February, I’ve really looked forward to any chance to watch Iron Sky. Last night I finally got my chance. (People who like to argue about IP: Please don’t ask how.) And all I can say … Continue reading
I still don’t know if it’s a tax or a fine…
But I do know I’m one “3-a-day” closer to finding out what the inside of a federal prison looks like. I appreciate the .gov’s help sorting out my accommodations. H/T to Claire who – if I know Claire – has … Continue reading
The unintended lessons of government…
Submitted without further comment… H/T to Landlady.
Just a breath of fresh air…
Click: Little Bear, Dear, you’re blocking Mommy’s door. LB: You’re not using it. Click: But Mommy might want to, and where would we be then? LB: It smells better outdoors. Click (huffily): I BEG your pardon? LB: Interesting, I mean! … Continue reading
Paddle faster, I hear banjos!
I am reminded of a story M told a few weeks ago, sitting around the dinner table at the beautifully hand-crafted home of our weekender neighbors S&L. Landlady was there, and some of M’s family, and D&L, and we were … Continue reading
If I should die before I wake…
…at least I lived to witness the supreme irony. Carl Marx on a credit card. I’m not exactly sure what it says, but it’s gotta say something. Who’s in your wallet?
joelsgulch.com
Woke to an email from one of my benefactors. Joelsgulch.com has been registered as the blog’s new domain. Might not be much longer. I forget who first suggested that name, but I thought it was pretty cool.
Monsoon arrives…
Three days of very hot, no breeze. Then yesterday afternoon the storm clouds came and meant it. That’s the first good rain we’ve had in almost a year. Last year’s monsoon was paltry and it hardly snowed at all in … Continue reading
Being president is apparently very dangerous.
But are you really afraid your supporters will rise up en masse and attack you with their dinner forks? Because I gotta tell you… President Obama Can’t Be in the Same Room As Forks Anymore? …I’d quit that job right … Continue reading
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The AR-15 Shark-Jumper 2012!









































