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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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Party Time in the Desert!
Three hours till the biggest blast the neighborhood’s ever seen. Landlady is in full field general mode, and people are starting to trickle in from out of the region. So far my only direct participation was making twice the number … Continue reading
I don’t need to keep myself humble…
I’ve got the patented Tam app to do that for me.
Gonna be a crazy weekend.
Got a call from GC Guy yesterday afternoon, and he wants me there today and Monday. A little warning would be nice. It’s gonna be a wild weekend anyway, as Landlady has a “farewell to the building inspector” party planned … Continue reading
A Review of All the Honor Harrington Books. Even the Ones I Haven’t Read.
A long time from now, in a galaxy that’s right here, unto us a child will be born. And they will wrap her in swaddling clothes, and lay her in a manger, and they will name her Honor. Fast-forward about … Continue reading
Wicked, false, tricksy rabbitses! They stole my Precious!
Beneath this generator is a rabbit – or some large rodent – having a very, very bad day. I suppose I should go resolve the issue before LB has a coronary, or digs so much he gets a generator on … Continue reading
I see something. So I’m saying something.
I picture Gerald Butler puttin’ on his Leonidas face and bellowing a spittle-laden “This! Isn’t! EAST GERMANY!” into the face of whoever’s responsible for this atrocious policy just before kicking him/them into a big frickin’ convenient well. Want another approach, … Continue reading
Another red-letter day in the Lair’s construction!
Of course I’m pleased and thrilled – and shocked – that it all actually went together without a hitch. But what I’m especially happy about is that it doesn’t take up nearly as much of my limited floor space as … Continue reading
Libertarians with faith in the system, and their invisible candidate.
Stewart’s a democrat, and even HE gets it. The only way Ron Paul is going to get air time is if he brings a submachine gun to a debate – and actually uses it on his opponents. er…notthatI’msuggestinganythingofthesort… There’s your … Continue reading
Linin’ up some work.
Got a call from my neighbor D, wanting to know if I’m ready to hang the Lair’s kitchen cabinets. Fact is I’ve been ready for a couple of days, but I have had a problem. I’ve developed – Yes! Yet … Continue reading
Okay. See, even by my standards…
It’s been a good summer for the mice. Which is to say, of course, it’s been a bad summer for people who don’t especially appreciate the virtues of mice. Click has taken this opportunity to go on some sort of … Continue reading
The Song in my Head…
This song didn’t mean anything much to me in the ‘sixties. Many years later, after fifteen or so years of marriage when we didn’t really have a thing left in common but before we started admitting it, it got a … Continue reading
TSA – The Gift that Keeps On Giving
Okay, we all know about the child-groping and the grandma-stripping. But take away the Hands of Blue and TSA goons probably get a lot less creepy, right? I mean, there are non-theater-related things you can do to make airline flight … Continue reading
QoD: “Walmart ain’t got no culture” Edition…
“Can you believe they didn’t have a Jerry Reed CD in the whole god***n store? Well, for 15 shining minutes last Friday night, they did.” – Reginald Spears [Ed Note: This story is almost certainly not true. But it should … Continue reading
You know your country is REALLY in trouble when…
The government starts making its cops look like extras in a George Lucas flick… (No, I gather they’re not British. British government never shows this much style.)
Ghost is on the job. Which doesn’t mean the job will get done.
Ghost has taken personal charge of that pesky squirrel-in-the-pantry situation. Unfortunately, while Ghost has the size and the speed and theoretically the intelligence to deal with something so plebeian as a squirrel without the slightest problem, he just doesn’t seem … Continue reading
So I’m sitting in the scriptorium…
Doing a quick catch-up on what’s happening with the world before I head on down to the Lair. A movement flickers in the left corner of my eye and I turn just in time to see something tiny and gray-brown … Continue reading
Plywood and smooth finishes don’t go together. Also, I really hate painting stuff, and I think this is going to take a lot of paint.
QoD: “Daddy Knows Best” Edition
This might be a good time to remind everyone that approximately 233 people re-boarded that plane with assault rifles, pistols, and machine guns–but nothing that could have been used as a weapon. – Ian Bertram









































