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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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QoD – “Stop Being On My Side” Edition
“You come into my library carrying a shotgun and acting like an asshole, I’m going to call the cops on you too.” – Breda Okay, I open carry, and not just out in the boonies. I’m not an “activist,” I … Continue reading
Free stuff from the government is always too expensive.
This morning I had breakfast over at S&L’s, and D&L were there. D’s been laid up with a knee replacement that didn’t go real well, but this morning that wasn’t what had him upset. Seems there was this big lawsuit … Continue reading
I’ll trade you two pounds of good coffee…
…for two hundred pounds of well-composted horse shit. That was the deal L, my weekender neighbor, made with me. I’ve been cut off from my regular supply of my favorite coffee (I’ll eat rice and beans every meal without too … Continue reading
Call Me Doctor Smith…
…Because my back is extremely delicate. I spent five hours yesterday, splitting firewood. Five hours! I couldn’t have kept that up for as much as an hour back in my former life. And this is after most (oh god I … Continue reading
I want a gig just like the gig that bought my dear old boots…
Sometimes things just work out. I dunno why, but it does seem to happen a lot lately. My only ongoing, every-week job nets me a big $30. That’s $30 a week I can count on, except for the rare weeks … Continue reading
On This Date in 1979…
Iranian Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi officially stopped being all that. Since then, Iran has become a veritable earthly paradise, source of all unicorns and niceness. On this date in 2011, Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak gave himself the axe, reportedly turning … Continue reading
On Doggie Discipline
In the matter of inter-species relations, it’s important not to anthropomorphize (sp?) the other species. That’s a standard tenet of science fiction, well known to me from my misspent childhood. But it also works in dealing with dogs. Dogs Are … Continue reading
When I see “RPG,” I think “Rocket-Propelled Grenade.”
…which, I suppose, makes me a geek of the wrong sort to fully appreciate this. But my favorite coat is brown, after all. H/T to Irons in the Fire.
Oh, Hillary! Say it ain’t so!
Why can’t the US legalize drugs? “There’s too much money in it.” In what will likely be seen as something of a Freudian slip by the US Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton said recently in a Mexican news interview that … Continue reading
Wish it would make up its mind. Know it won’t, but wish it would.
So Monday was gloriosky beautiful, like I said. Sometime Monday night the wind started blowing, and to experience a wind like this you have to go to the plains of Wyoming or, you know, here. Howling wind. “Is the Lair … Continue reading
If more days were like this one, I’d live here.
Just got back from a LONG walkie with Ghost and LB. It was one of those outings we do from time to time, where I set out to go to a particular place and come back, but when we get … Continue reading
That’s odd. I don’t FEEL rabid…
Via Joe Huffman comes this heart-warming appeal to reason… In many other arenas we limit individual freedom to protect the lives of others. When someone has a highly communicable disease, she or he is quarantined. Even dogs with rabies are … Continue reading
Most despots put down insurrections. I knuckled under to this one.
Well, we’re back in the Interim Lair. I had planned to wait that decision until today or Monday, but Click had other ideas. None of the animals was very happy about the decision to move. The cold didn’t seem to … Continue reading
I guess the weather got tired of being cold, too!
A warm wind started blowing. The temperature climbed to almost 50 in the space of two hours, all the snow abruptly melted, we’re now knee-deep in clay mud. My water tap at the cabin gushed forth a little more than … Continue reading
“Fusion Center” operators are all terrorists!
But that’s okay, because we’re all terrorists now. A bunch of clowns denounce a bunch of dicks. In this scenario, does it really matter which is which? But here’s my question. Why, after this sort of display, do they (and … Continue reading
Desperate Measures
It’s cold. That’s the first and most important thing. It’s also the second through the fourth thing. I can’t think further than that any more. Cold. Frozen – not liquid, frozen – nitrogen cold. Dear God What Am I Doing … Continue reading
Anybody have this happen before?
RING RING I fumble for my cell phone. Opening it, I see a telephone number I don’t recognize. Against my normal inclination I answer the phone. “Yes?” A voice with a pronounced foreign accent, sounding for all the world as … Continue reading
Ammo! Ammo!
They’re everywhere! Sometimes coming out of the sky like tiny, silent paratroopers, sometimes hard and fast assaults whose direction and angle of attack can change at any second. I’ve run through all my ammo and most of M’s: pound for … Continue reading
Staying in touch, when the government does not approve.
If it’s wrong, why does it feel so right? These days, no popular movement goes without an Internet presence of some kind, whether it’s organizing on Facebook or spreading the word through Twitter. And as we’ve seen in Egypt, that … Continue reading
Uh huh. And this is your business WHY, exactly?
Bloomberg gets his facts, rhetoric, and the location of his nose completely wrong. And finds some inkstained wretch willing to write all about it. “Our investigation shows how easy it is for anyone to buy a semiautomatic handgun and a … Continue reading









































