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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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God, you’re despicable.
Chuckie (all your stuff are belong to me) Schumer: At a news conference this morning, Sens. Schumer and Bob Casey, D-Pa., will unveil the “Ex-PATRIOT” – “Expatriation Prevention by Abolishing Tax-Related Incentives for Offshore Tenancy” – Act to respond directly … Continue reading
Further exciting adventures in digging…
So two days ago I wiped out the big stock gate of my closest neighbor (and very best customer) by essentially bashing it repeatedly with a big backhoe. This did not go unnoticed. To say I was anxious to make … Continue reading
Hm. I have bread. And butter. And a cat, …
An otherwise useless cat, as it happens. And of course I have duct tape. And a nagging electrical supply problem. Hey, Click! C’mere a minute, wouldya?
The Ego has Landed
Okay, I didn’t know you could read glowing presidential bios on the whitehouse.gov site, because I don’t recall ever going there before. But this morning, thanks to a plethora of sources, it seems those bios are now New! and Improved! … Continue reading
I am not the resource of you.
Obesity and National Security: The Battle to Reduce the Nation’s Waistline Lemme get this straight. You want me to watch my waistline because otherwise how will you know if I’m available to go kill inconvenient brown people that weren’t bothering … Continue reading
Ofer heaven’s sake…
It ain’t that big a deal. We had Steve stand on the corner of Main Street with a loaded weapon on his side, out in the open. Dozens of people walked right by Steve without noticing anything. There were a … Continue reading
The alt-text is best.
Sent to me by Landlady, before she found out I stole her concrete. You gotta go here and read it, because while the comic is good the alt-text is the icing on the cake. I’m not a huge xkcd fan … Continue reading
Having a lot of electrical problems…
I think my “salvaged” batteries are done. They’re not taking a charge worth a damn. Computer use is quite limited, and so expect light posting till I can figure out how to fix it.
One of those days…
I wanted to get my digging out of the way fairly early today, since it’s been warming up pretty good. So I put the boys into Gitmo early and dumped a few buckets into the trench behind M’s Dome before … Continue reading
Slaughter of the Innocents…
Some weeks ago a kind reader sent me a packet of seeds. No, not that kind of seed, Mr. DEA, sir. These are Santa Domingo Casaba melons, and they’re supposed to do well in a dry, hot environment. Hope so, … Continue reading
Oh, for god’s sake…
Be afraid, America. Be very afraid. Terrorists walk among you, and your freedom and safety are in the hands of Complete Freaking Idiots. Witness, for your terrorized edification, the new face of terrorism in America. Thank you, Jet Blue and … Continue reading
I’ve never done this before, but…
Bumped. Just because I’m not tired of looking at it yet. I really get a kick out of that little guy. Even though he does occasionally try to bite.
Ordered!
I briefly reviewed the Monster Hunter International books here. Then I lent my two to Ian, who got me started in the first place by lending me his copy of Monster Hunter Alpha but hadn’t read the first two himself. … Continue reading
The Stupid! It…Costs a Lot of Money!
Saw this over at Uncle’s, and thought maybe it was a joke. I swear that’s the only reason I clicked. Look, if you want to hang three kinds of optic, four different flashlights and a chandelier from your AR, I’m … Continue reading
I’m shocked. Shocked!
To find waste and mismanagement going on here. The OGR/T&I report makes a series of recommendations I’ve got one recommendation, but don’t expect anybody to take it.
Hey, that actually worked!
(Insert fascinating picture of a big, dusty hole in the ground here) I’ve had a problem at M’s Dome for some days now. I’ve been filling in the big trench surrounding the Dome, basically using the tractor’s bucket to build … Continue reading
Don’t run!
If you run, they got to chase. They’ll pull you down like a deer, boy. Turn and face’em. You got to be the biggest dog. Never run.
What happens after you refuse a police search
Go watch this. This is a pretty good use of seven minutes of your time. Then come straight back, y’hear?









































