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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
And the song in my head eludes me…
I’ve finally given up, after realizing with shock that I spent two hours looking for it. The only lyrics I remember are: Life goes on, given the slightest chanceFor the weak or the strong, life goes on and it would … Continue reading
I got nothing today…
…but this is funny. And actually explains a lot. H/T to New Jovian Thunderbolt, via Tam
Fear is the Mind Killer
Okay, Joel. No more putting it off. You drilled the holes in the ceiling and the roof yesterday. You’ve assembled the vent pipe. You’ve got all your tools together. You set up the ladder yesterday. Today – no, no, this … Continue reading
Sometimes the right way is the wrong way.
Yup, that’s a half-eaten sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly, to be precise. I eat peanut butter and jelly for lunch frequently. I get bulk deliveries of peanut butter and jelly every few months, courtesy of my landlady. Normally I bake … Continue reading
Via the indispensable Iowahawk: President Obama laid out his case yesterday for committing billions of dollars more to the rescue of General Motors, arguing that the nationalization of the industrial giant was necessary to bolster the foundering U.S. economy. [more] … Continue reading
Our Moment of…er…Zen. Yeah.
Feel safe, America. Feel very safe. That’s an order.
Bring an Empty, Self-Defeating Gesture to Church Day
Via David Codrea’s Gun Rights Examiner… When I heard that some pastor in some church somewhere was getting a lot of ink (and flak) for setting up an event in which his church-goers should open-carry their handguns to church, I … Continue reading
Quote of the Day
Build a politician a fire, and he will be warm for an hour.Set a politician on fire, and he will be warm for the rest of his life.
So David Carradine hangs himself in Bangkok…
…and all anybody can remember of his entire body of work is Kung Fu. Which is kinda…well…Okay, I remember one really good cowboy outlaw flick where he’s a gang leader or something and they all get shot up at the … Continue reading
“I don’t know nuthin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies!
Looks bucolic, doesn’t it? Well, I suppose it is. I mean (snicker) everything came out all right. (snort – chortle – Joel made a funny!) Yeah, we had our first babies here in the neighborhood this afternoon. Some kinda exciting … Continue reading
It was twenty years ago today…
A beautiful, doomed experiment came to an end… Leaving images of hopeless, despairing courage… And of horror. And yet the still-evolving China that exists today is not the China of 20 years ago. To my surprise, looking back on the … Continue reading
#@$%^!!!
Well, good news and bad news. Good news: Al the Propane Guy actually showed up early. He installed all the propane line, and it’s all pressure-tested and ready to go, and now I can cover up the frig gosh-darn trench … Continue reading
Looks like the rain went away…
Nobody could decide whether the Monsoon came early, or the April rain came late. I’m still not making any bets, but yesterday we didn’t get anything but relatively light clouds and so far this morning it’s gorgeous. Another week of … Continue reading
I knew it was going to be a good day, because
The song in my head ISN’T FROM THE SEVENTIES!
The expression “Cold Dead Hands” comes to mind.
So now it appears that the seventh circuit court has ruled in National Rifle Association Vs. City of Chicago that the second amendment provides no protection to the citizens of Chicago and Oak Park, Illinois from the diktats of their … Continue reading
“Psst! Hey, Kid!”
So this morning’s walky time was spent going up the wash toward the canyon, now that it’s pretty much dried out from the flood of the weekend before last. At one point Ghost disappeared into the brush, and Little Bear … Continue reading
Look! I’m as big as you, Grampa Magnus! ‘Course you’re laying down and I’m standing up, but…Look! I’m as big as you, Grampa Magnus!
Oh, God. I’m doomed…
..for the song of the day seems to be: Part of me wails, “Why, oh evil Kami? What sin did I or my ancestors commit against you?” Part of me seeks harmony, acceptance of my foul karma. Perhaps if I … Continue reading
Remember when “spinning” involved yarn?
Okay, so I’m sure you’ve heard all about the “wise Latina woman” comment from last week? The one that instantly became such a big topic-of-the-week that North Korea set off another A-bomb and nobody even noticed? The offhand comment from … Continue reading









































