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.
Oh my God. They better ban that shoulder thing that goes up, too. Quick.
Buck.
What a dumb ass.
The shoulder thing that goes up killed my dog.
“It’s legal to carry a gun in a restaurant! Somebody help me! But it’s illegal to carry a gun in the state legislature!“
That’s because waitresses rarely do things that make people want to shoot them, unlike politicians.
The mayor obviously does not understand that the restaurant is full of people who’s lives we’d like to protect, so we let them protect themselves.
The legislature, however, is so full of worthless human beings that even they don’t think they are worth defending.
Not all of us have government funded security and body guards.
Another reason why I love Texas. Not only do we let CHL holders carry in the State Lege, we put in an express lane for them.