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.
I wonder;
If the department of indoctrination can send a blood crew to a guy and boot his door over student loans and all these other agencies like EPA and FDA have swat teams…….. would it be cool if the Marine Corps were to send a FAST Co team to the homes of these SWAT devils to investigate the federal crime of violating Guerena’s civil rights.
I mean I’m sure said SWAT devils would just lay down and not bear arms in defense of their homes being when one is sleepy and confused on falls back on years of intense training and practice.
I’m sure there would be no body armor.
I’m sure there’s be no “I suck dick for promotions or gas, grass or ass, no one gets out of a ticket for free” T-shirts.
I’m sure because those things surely indicate justification for said Jarheads to kill everyone in the house.
And none of us wants that now…….do we.
Buck.