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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
This actually makes me glad I don’t have medical insurance.
I get hurt, I bandage it or sew it or splint it or just wait to get over it. If none of those things will suffice, I get some money together and find somebody else who can sew it or … Continue reading
Acts of Unauthorized Commerce
Ah. Spent the morning at the computer, on a paying gig. For all his impulsiveness at other times, LB will keep me company for hours in the Scriptorium and never make a peep. He appropriated one of the shelves we … Continue reading
Citizens as Targets – the only way to train.
Wow. When the local police beat reporter knows more about SWAT than the chief or sheriff, you have a problem. Combine that lack of operational knowledge with the slightest mistake during a SWAT operation and now you have a huge … Continue reading
It finally happened.
Going on five years I’ve been out here, and I never got stuck on the wrong side of the wash while it was running water. Before last night. My own damn fault, too. I could see the raging thunderstorm out … Continue reading
Pardon My Dust
I’ve made some progress on the interior of the Lair lately, and thought it was time for another guided tour. Haven’t done that for a year or so, not that there was much change to see in the meantime. Spent … Continue reading
No, I haven’t forgotten about it.
I’m just not going to talk about it. What is there left to say? And how many of the billions of words that have been said, have been lies? Do you know? Neither do I. Hell of a foul memoriam, … Continue reading
And now, a message from Citizens Against Too Much Unfettered Freedom.
From here, via Sipsey Street.
End Game, Frequently Interrupted.
There’s a project I’ve had in mind for the Lair for over a year. I kept putting it off. I was a little scared of it, because if I screwed it up I’d ruin some expensive 4X4s. It was always … Continue reading
So – You’re gonna go away and leave us alone, then?
With the nation’s economy in a particularly rough patch and his own re-election prospects in doubt, President Obama told Congress it’s time to “stop the political circus and actually do something to help the economy.” Because, Mr. President, if you’re … Continue reading
Huh! That’s different.
Man shoots two police officers breaking into his room: Jury acquits. Was he justified? Absolutely. He did what any reasonable person would have done in that situation. Our system of law recognizes the unquestionable right to defend one’s self and … Continue reading
Good Day at the Secret Lair
Finally had one of those mornings where I actually accomplish everything on the list. First I wanted to cut some firewood before it got too hot. This is something I need to be getting myself into the habit of doing. … Continue reading
Little Bear found a way to keep himself entertained…
Landlady spent all weekend cleaning up the Big Doghouse, preparatory to converting it to a chicken coop. She hauled out a whole bunch of accumulated garbage, pulled up half the pallet-based “floor,” strung track lights. Left things very neat. Maybe … Continue reading
Another Migraine.
Strange day. The sky cleared around eight o’clock, and from the fringe of cloud to the south it looked like I might have several hours of bright sunshine. That meant I might be able to finish edging the kitchen cabinet … Continue reading
I really must find a way to carry a camera with me…
I’m on the blog’s third donated camera. You may have noticed I don’t post as many photographs as I used to, and this fact is directly related to the fact that the third camera has survived longer than the previous … Continue reading
I’m gonna get some of that grey deck paint, and pour lots of sand in it, and…
Rained this morning, in the wee hours. A bit chilly, a lot humid. Everything was wet, and natch the animals were driving me out into it well before daylight. Click and LB had some sort of vomit competition last night … Continue reading
Yes, Sir! One Dictatorship of the Proletariat, Coming Right Up!
If my name were Jimmy Hoffa, I’d have changed it by now. Corrupt, thieving bastard.* “We got to keep an eye on the battle that we face: The war on workers. And you see it everywhere, it is the Tea … Continue reading
One good thing about living on solar power during Monsoon…
…It can make for some short work days. I’ve been waiting for days to finish the doors and shelves for The Secret Lair’s kitchen. Need to get there around ten in the morning, to give D&L’s batteries a chance to … Continue reading
Some people think we need stronger Repeating Gitbox enforcement, but…
Out there they didn’t enforce the law. They were the law. Seen (though I don’t pretend to really understand it) at The Adaptive Curmudgeon. Address all puzzled inquiries to him.
“We should rename it HPAV Gulchenf*ckinbroken.”
Gulchendiggensmoothen has not yet agreed to end its digging sabbatical. Lemme ‘splain. No, is too much. Lemme sum up. The injector pump mysteriously went south. M and I unmounted the pump and he took it to the city. Two weeks … Continue reading









































