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.
Have you ever noticed how many of these mass-murderers (or wannabes) are conservative, libertarian, right leaning whack jobs?
Oh wait – I got that backward…
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good grief!
I’ve encountered a few women who were on the nuttier tail of the bell curve of female nuttiness, but I’ve never encountered one quite as nutty as that.
All those previous marriages – you’d think that might have been just a teeny little clue?
I bet she claims that it was all her exes who were the incompatible ones etc etc
It would be really interesting to understand her victim selection process and how that relates to her latest ex.