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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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This is so sad…
From the comments of the article posted below. And please don’t ask me why I went there: I plead momentary insanity. Mr. Frommer: Thank you! THANK YOU!! T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U-!!!!!Finally, a voice of sanity in this gun-loving nation! Some people want … Continue reading
“I hope Art Frommer will remember…”
“Western man don’t need him ’round, anyhow.” Do Guns at Political Events Disturb You? Then Consider Skipping Arizona for Now For myself, without yet suggesting that others follow me in an open boycott, I will not personally travel in a … Continue reading
From the “Don’t be on my side” department…
Each time you play this video, a DNC honcho hangs himself. Of course by the end of the first verse you may be fighting him for the rope, so be warned.
Patron Saint of “WTF is he talking about?”
But NASCAR is about a lot more than just racing cars. It’s as much about what you give back off the track as you give on the track. It’s about what you’re doing to protect our environment and help America … Continue reading
Fuel Day
Me: (piling empty, madly-outgassing gasoline cans every-which-way on top of propane bottles in the back of the Jeep) M: (handing me the last one) “Do you want the mercury fulminate and black powder now?” Me: “Naw, I’m gonna put that … Continue reading
Nuke the fence, Pt. 2
When I went to work on The Secret Lair with M yesterday morning, I was all too aware that I had a scheduling conflict. This is ironic, given that I try to make it a point never to even have … Continue reading
Framing Party! Final Edition
No pix today, because I didn’t have/take the time to take pictures, and even if I did I’d be too tired to Photoshop them into submission. Eleven hours today. But we’re done with this phase. I’m tired. M and W … Continue reading
Another Conversation at a build site
Me: (cleaning up wood chips and tag ends) “Man. Invite people to your house for a party, and they leave you a mess.” M: “Hey, you invited people to your mess for a party, and they left you a house!”
Framing Party! Pt. 2
Early morning: Little Bear and Click are not in a mood for action, or even to move and let me make my bed. Click, of course, can snooze the day away if she chooses, but LB is in for a … Continue reading
Framing Party!
Early morning: The boys and I took a trailer-load of last-minute stuff to the site. Today was the day! Neighbors coming to help raise the walls on The Not-So-Secret Lair. I’ve got all the lumber I need for framing, I … Continue reading
Remember those halcyon days…
…when a vile republican was in the white house, and: Hmmm? Well, voters, that was then. Get it straight, voters. The right people are in office now, and everything is beautiful all the time. So now, if you disagree with … Continue reading
Ve are ready to begin der operation!
Put the floor on The Secret Lair today, in anticipation of the wall-raising party scheduled for Saturday. It’s taken me a month to get all the lumber I need, after having determined that the scavenged stuff I had wasn’t nearly … Continue reading
And on the same note as the previous post…
EVERYONE HATES THE COPS, by Ted Rall I admit it: I don’t like cops. I like the idea of cops. The specific people who actually are cops are the problem. My theory is that cops should be drafted, not recruited. … Continue reading
Our Moment of Frightfulness
I’m really happy that this sort of thing is regarded as entertainment. Really, really happy. Yes. Just fucking thrilled.
Review of “Patriots,” by Rawles
Hokay: First, let me preface by saying that Survivalblog, Rawles’ website, is a wonderful place full of wonderful information, and I’ve no doubt that John Wesley, Rawles (extra comma is his choice, not mine, and please don’t ask him why … Continue reading
Too true. Too, too true.
The word ‘politics’ is derived from the word ‘poly’, meaning ‘many’, and the word ‘ticks’, meaning ‘blood sucking parasites’.– Larry Hardiman
A conversation in a place…
Sometimes you run across a sign or bumper sticker or whatever that tells you a bit more about a person than you wanted to know. I was helping move some stuff around in a shop on Saturday when I came … Continue reading
An unpleasant trip to the vet
Got back just in time to make the vet appointment for Fritz and Little Bear, a fact which made neither of them the least bit happy. Fritz just needed some gruesome but minor work done on his ear, but since … Continue reading
An excellent trip
M and I got back last night from our trip to the Big Beyond. As always I couldn’t wait to get home where it’s more quiet, but we did make some excellent scores. Can’t talk about everything, but the principle … Continue reading









































