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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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“Keep digging. I’m sure there’s a pony in there somewhere.”
I’m not a big Sarah Palin fan, but I’m sure not gonna deny that Palin Derangement Syndrome does exist. It’s been a busy couple of weeks so I mostly missed this in my surfing. But in this clip, Jon Stewart … Continue reading
Hard Assets
This is the sort of thing I wish I’d said. Financial instruments (even cash) are ephemeral; digits backed by a system of ideas. Firewood is solid, real, and undeniable. The wood pile is mine and mine alone. It is on … Continue reading
Gulchendiggensmoothen to the rescue!
Some of our neighbors have shinier gear than we do. In particular, there are a couple of sweet Japanese tractors, with tools that swap out fairly easily and engines that start without complaint. I occasionally envy them that, and I’ll … Continue reading
The Irony – It Burns
So the U.S. Government has dropped tens of millions of dollars developing “stealth internet” systems for foreign dissidents, for use when their governments cut off communications. Cool! But…hey? It’s just barely possible you’re missing an important point here, Barry. H/T … Continue reading
A failure to communicate…But he meant well.
So this morning both boys went galloping off into the boonies, in chase of who knows what. I determined not to worry about it, since I’m trying to relax about such things and there’s now nobody around for them to … Continue reading
Maybe the Gen5 will be quicker to set up…
Via Tam, here’s the ultimate concealment piece: The Gen4 Ninja Glock! I expect a write-up in Forgotten Weapons any day now.
I’m a Granddad!
Born early this morning, after (of course) a very long night for mom and dad. Her name is Kaelyn, she and Mom are fine, and that’s all I know right now. Pix to follow, when I get them.
Alone at last…
M and Landlady’s Brother just drove off into the smoky haze, leaving me alone for the first time in 40 days. Ahhhh… We got a lot done on the Meadow house this weekend, and the only part without a layer … Continue reading
Observations at the End of the Week…
Fat Albert the packrat met T-Rex the rat trap yesterday morning. I discovered him on a sandwich fly-by, rejoiced, and determined to clean him up when I got home from work. When I did, I found a packrat head, spine, … Continue reading
It’s 1994 all over again. Big surprise.
It’s good to be king. As far as I can tell that’s the first thing a new Congressmaggot learns as it slithers through taxpayer leavings, waiting to grow its committee member wings and get into the big bux. They rode … Continue reading
Search and … run like hell?
It’s been a couple of days since anybody saw Ninja Bear, now probably wounded but nobody knows how badly. Lots of rifles in evidence, but no bear. Yesterday was a long day. Move a bunch of stuff to M’s Dome, … Continue reading
The description isn’t even arguably hyperbolic any more…
This is the very model of fascism. And look who’s talking up higher taxes… [GM CEO Dan Akerson] is grateful for the government’s rescue of GM — “I have nothing but good things to say about them” — but Akerson … Continue reading
On Empowerment
GC Guy said something kind of startling this morning, while enthusing about his new rifle and spotlight. He said, “Thanks for talking me down and taking that trip yesterday. I was really freaked and out of my element, and you … Continue reading
It’s not that I like it when a govguy gets his d*ck caught in a wringer…
Okay, you caught me…I like it a lot. But mostly I just wanted an excuse to post this… Remember: Safe storage is vital. Responsible parents don’t let their children play with politicians.
Nature’s way of telling you something’s wrong…
That’s not a raincloud. It’s wildfire season, and we’ve had one cooking about sixty miles away for some time. Until this morning it was a subject of no more than mild interest. Then this morning I showed up at Geiger … Continue reading
Just ’cause I think it’s cool
Imagine the pants-shitting horror of the anti’s at the sight of an 11 YO girl practicing a shooty martial art. That alone is worth the price of the ticket. I’ve never understood what’s supposed to be so terrible about a … Continue reading
Youch. Holy Crap. Other Comments.
Couldn’t have been a government tornado. It was destructive enough, but far too efficient.
Our little boy is growing up…
Landlady’s house now has one coat of stucco, but only on the front where the porch is. Too long a story, but basically we ran out of stucco. So this morning I was free to go and nod at my … Continue reading
This could be fun to watch…
Last week saw the Texas legislature cave under a TSA threat to shut down commercial aviation in Texas should it pass legislation limiting where TSA goons were allowed to put their hands. Needless to say the legislature caught more comments … Continue reading
Regrets and Bad Memories
I’m having flashbacks to a bad time, in a typically neurotic way. A man who doesn’t have a lot of regrets by the time he’s pushing sixty, hasn’t lived very hard. By that dubious standard I must have lived as … Continue reading









































