Which is why they say the ancient Macedonians would never make a serious decision until they’d discussed it both drunk and sober. Smart people, the Macedonians…
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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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The ‘aye aye aye aye’ music drives me nuts, I don’t need muscians telling the state of my ‘corazon’.
When they approach the table, we go into hyper drive eating just to escape the caterwauling . . .
No offense to those who feel different, I feel the same about Rap music too (gimme yo money and yo wallet or I’ll kill the bitch thas whit choo) – no, I’ll leave that also. I remember reading those lyrics btw, I’m not smart enough to make those up. :^)
Have a good one.
If those Macedonians were sooo ding dang darn smart where would they be now Mr. S?
Hmmmmmmmmm? :O)sherso
I have no idea how that happened I had tried to cancel the above comment for being to silly to post… I need chocolate..
Sometimes my ass.
Gawd. They sound just like the band that practices — loudly — for four hours a night — twice a week — right across the street from my house.
No … on second thought, I’m lucky to have the band I do. The locals’ music sounds like ordinary Spanish oompah polka tunes (with the only oddity the fact that they never get better no matter how much they practice). This … indescribable.
Joel. Where the hell do you FIND this stuff???
It finds me, Claire. It finds me.
Having lived for years right next to a certain alley across from a certain apartment building in Long Beach, I can state from experience that most Mariachi is much better than this. Not really good, but better than this.
Seriously, Claire, Mariachis do not to intend to improve with practice. Just become more annoying.
I recently had to preside over a community watch meeting at a residential complex I manage. As is usual with this group the meeting, characterized by the usual resident on resident bickering and finger pointing, ended on a high note when the local nazi(literally) demanded in her thick German accent that evictions be handed out to her neighbors for having a mariachi band play at their 4 O’ July party…… because mariachis are un-american.
Buck.
Good GOD! Is nothing sacred?
Oh, comon… it was actually pretty funny 🙂