Haven’t really been sleeping well the past several nights. Nothing wrong, it just comes and goes. Also I went to the big town about 50 miles away yesterday and that seems to have used up my supply of wanna-do for today as well. Basically I’ve just been sitting around reading a really bad scifi novel when I should be working. Here are funny pictures instead.
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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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Any luck getting your display replaced?
“Geezer’s Paradox”! Love it… I’m gonna write that one down…
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Believe or not, going into the big city gets you bombarded with huge quantities of 5 and other “G’s” of radio/micro wave/electro/magnetic radiation. That shit has an effect on those that aren’t hardened/used to it. After I come back from a VA appointment in Nashville I am jet lagged(?), foggy, thrashed, for AWHILE. Usually need a nap shortly after making it home to the sticks of RURAL Tennessee, even after a nap, not motivated.
Yup, the phone is good as new.
Believe or not, going into the big city gets you bombarded with huge quantities of 5 and other “G’s” of radio/micro wave/electro/magnetic radiation.
It’s non-ionizing radiation, can only cause heating.
If the big city gets you stressed out, you can say it.
Consider this your safe place : )
Good news about the phone, and thanks for the geezer’s paradox.
Joel could be our emotional support hermit.