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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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More Sorrier…
There’s not much in the way of time or energy for blogging just now. Making progress, though! Really! I’ve got lumber enough for the floor and about two walls for the new powerhouse/storage shed. Floor’s completely in now (And that’s … Continue reading
Sorry…
I’ve got two projects going on, it’s hot, my leg is killing me, I’m in a foul mood, and the ‘pooter is still being run by a partially-sulfated 115 amp-hour battery so I can’t spend hours looking for blog fodder. … Continue reading
Go read this.
It seems there’s this columnist named David Brooks. I don’t know much about him. What I glean from his writing makes it unlikely he’ll be invited to the Gulch very soon. A couple of days ago there was published a … Continue reading
Did you ever wonder who this guy is?
Me neither. 🙂 I’ve “killed” him dozens, maybe scores of times and the question never once occurred to me. Turns out there’s a bit of a story behind him, though. Huh. I did not wake up this morning expecting to … Continue reading
Oil Drum Septic – Six Month Update.
(warning: Picture of excrement ahead) Six months full-time, anyway, since we moved into the Lair in mid-November. The septic system’s been on-line for nearly a year. I confess I decided on the old standard 55-gallon drum thing with a lot … Continue reading
I found this poignant…
If you look at the barrel, you will see the emerging muzzle flash. The bullet is immediately behind it, and is about to come spiraling out… fly across 100 meters of sand, and tear into the ribcage of a man … Continue reading
I guess maybe EVERYTHING has value…
In response to last week’s bitchfest about a local clean-up gig, I got an email from M saying, in effect, “You’re dumping that stuff in the boonies? Are you nuts? Bring it to my place and dump it next to … Continue reading
Misery doesn’t love company, it demands it.
Note to self: Stop readying the comments on stories like this. You know they only make you crazy. Okay. So there’s this lady. She was a singer in a band I never heard of, and she made a lot of … Continue reading
At least she’s toying with the idea…
I’ve complained numerous times that my cat is broken. It may be that these reports were exaggerated. It may be that mistakes, as they say in government, were made. Every evening without fail, Click goes outside at dusk and stays … Continue reading
Hear that?
That’s the sound of the Secret Lair’s inverter not squealing like a little girl under the dreadful, unsupportable weight of my laptop ‘pooter. And the reason is… Yeah. Which sort of bolsters my all-along contention that efforts to rehab those … Continue reading
I’m thinking of feasting on 64 ounces of your flesh, pal.
But it would probably poison me. See, this is why I live in the desert with dogs and guns. Right here. The confusion, the incoherence, the contradictions are rife. But the intent comes through loud and clear. I read a … Continue reading
“…Never again to look in the face of a looter.”
Wendy McElroy gives what seems to me a pretty good breakdown of the difference between “Going Galt” and “Gulching” and explains why she prefers that first thing. Me, I’m more of a gulcher. Though the word is obviously derived from … Continue reading
Please make it stop.
A couple of days ago, just as a lark, I looked up an image of a seventies-era motorcycle helmet. I did this just once. I am now inundated with images of motorcycle helmets every time I open a tab. I … Continue reading
The solution to the problem of too many parasites feeding on the U.S. economy is … wait for it …
Yes! More parasites! Very good, class! “We’ve got a couple of sectors in our economy that is still weak. Overall, the private sector has been doing a good job of creating jobs,” Obama said. “The big challenge we have in … Continue reading
Remember when McDonald’s fries tasted really good?
I do. It was a long time ago.
Operation Obtain Kitten hits a speed bump…
“Different” doesn’t always mean “dependable,” duh. Indeed, in my experience it rarely does. The percentage of “different” people I meet these days could certainly be described as rather high, and I’ve been very fortunate in that the ones around me … Continue reading
Sigh. Also Ouch.
Okay, so my current (local) paying gig involves a rake. After last year’s fire scare, people are giving thought to the amount of really, profoundly flammable stuff that tends to collect around fencelines and now they want it gone. That’s … Continue reading
I seem to detect a…trend…
Violent Attack in Scott, Man Accused of Biting Off Chunk of Victim’s Face Okay, I admit it. I said “Yeah, yeah,” and blew it off. Somebody explain again why shotguns are a poor choice against zombies. Um…quickly, please… ETA: Yes, … Continue reading
The editorial staff and management of TUAK…
…steer clear of all political content, unless we think it’s funny. Or angering. Or when we’re just stuck for something to post. There was always something better to write about or link to than a dumbass recall election in Wisconsin, … Continue reading
Um…Look, I know they can be annoying. But…
I’m pretty sure there’s still a law against this, and for once I agree with it. Shotgun’s way too much gun. Shamelessly stolen from New Jovian Thunderbolt.









































