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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
Bringing the war home
I thought the terrorists were supposed to do that to us? Ten years of association have given “detainee” the synonymous meaning in America as those to whom no rights apply – especially in prison. It has been long in use … Continue reading
Right! For the record, today’s the day…
…the great ice age starts. Future generations of our scattered, nearly exterminated species will curse my name. In some simple, degenerate dialect. Yes, I’ve put the stovewood back in its crib and cleaned the tiles. The apocalypse will likely arrive … Continue reading
It’s a start…
ONION: Every Potential 2040 President Already Unelectable Due to Facebook Hee. Unfortunately the prez isn’t really the problem here, but still. It’s a start. Now let’s see if you computer guys can invent some social medium that will disqualify any … Continue reading
This kind of job drives me nuts…
You think you’re done, right? And then you wash off the dust, and find you’re not done at all. This thing apparently spent most of its time with the sun on its front, because the clear coat was just bubbling … Continue reading
Say Hello to STASI for me…
I feel so much %#I@ING SAFER… METRO launched a national BusSafe pilot program last Friday that saturated its system and resulted in quality arrests, making transit safer for passengers. You wanna guess how many of those arrested passengers felt safer? … Continue reading
Friday Hee
Hey, I’ve eaten some things you can’t find on the average restaurant menu, and under the necessary circumstances I wouldn’t turn my nose up at well-cooked dog. I just think it’s hilarious that this is the thing some Dem chose … Continue reading
Ooooh, I HATE BLOGGER…
Fired up the blog this morning to find that the posting interface had completely changed to something more reminiscent of WordPress. I don’t find WordPress’s interface an improvement, frankly, but I didn’t have a strong opinion on the matter until … Continue reading
Too busy to get old, too old to get busy…
Ooooh. Six hours I spent on that thing. Back hurts. My neighbors have this old horse trailer they’ve been rehabilitating. It’s one of those situations where they bought a big, elaborate trailer perfectly capable of hauling a ridiculous number of … Continue reading
In lieu of my usual “Interesting Times Day” post…
Read this instead. Believe it or not, I have to go sand down a horse trailer now. Considering my history with whirly power tools, I’d just like to say it’s been nice knowing you.
I suppose I could look it up, but…
…I don’t want to. Just what does “vaginalistic” mean, anyway? And cooties? Really, Sarah?
“I’m glad we’re spending billions to keep airplanes soup-free.”
In Re: What we were talking about yesterday… The TSA Blog: Spending your money to educate you on the idiocy of government since … whenever it started. Chicken Soup for Your Pants? – Officers found a can of soup in … Continue reading
Spent my money, took my car…
Today’s song in my head makes a little more sense than usual. Not my very favorite Led Zep by any stretch, but the weird time signatures always interested me. Even when I was a teenager I preferred bands whose lyrics … Continue reading
The truth has to speak itself.
From Velociman: At an even greater level, however, this is a huge civil service problem. Moreso, it is a socialist state model problem. Once the civil servants began earning more than their private industry counterparts they ceased to become our … Continue reading
Are they really going to go there? Is the election this lame already?
Full Disclosure: Way back when, my older brother had an old BMW… …very similar to this, except that his had rigid saddlebags and a very unfortunate ‘sixties highway fairing that did nothing at all to improve the bike’s lines… (ahem) … Continue reading
Move along, nothing to see here…
Unless you like being angry, in which case this won’t be news to you. You probably already know. And of course if you don’t like being angry, if you like believing that the good people of the federal government are … Continue reading
Requiem for Comet’s Nads…
So I got a call from H this morning around nine. I’d planned a fairly mild day, mostly around wood cutting. If the temperature came up somewhat, maybe I’d bake bread. H: Hey, Joel! Can you come over and clean … Continue reading
I feel much better now.
“Would you pay your taxes if there wasn’t a gun to your head? Like this one. … I find that if you just close your eyes and imagine that it isn’t there, Presto! Taxes are voluntary.”
QoD: “What she said” edition…
Or, better yet, give him the real reason: “Well, I need a magazine with thirty-three rounds in it because f&#$ you, Ed.”
In this election season, whenever you get down and blue…
Just remember this: He’s not a candidate.









































