

Generation Z is on track to be the most educated generation in history, and yet, nearly half hold favorable views of socialism and 70% say that the government “should be doing more to solve problems.” My experience with leftism in school was not an isolated incident and represents a much broader, serious problem within the U.S. To borrow a phrase from Vice President Kamala Harris, “That little girl was me,” and by speaking up, I was able to positively impact subsequent groups of students. And instead of siding with the Times, that class concluded that the Constitution was not “imbecilic,” but, rather, wisely designed to protect people’s rights. The next year, the teacher assigned that same Times article, but he also included Anna’s suggested counter-article. So, Anna approached her teacher with an article that explained why the Times’ piece was historically inaccurate and logically ludicrous. Constitution “imbecilic.” Many of her peers agreed with this conclusion based on the author’s argument that the Constitution is too difficult to amend. The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.In her Advanced Placement government and politics class, a high school student named Anna was assigned to read a New York Times commentary that called the U.S. 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. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets. But we all know that’s not going to happen. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. “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.” 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. They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. Winter will never be my favorite season, but happily it’s not the ordeal it used to be. Even then, now I can retreat to the bedroom if I’m feeling especially old-mannish. Took a long time to get over that, but now the Lair is snug and warm for most of each winter day excluding only an hour or so first thing in the morning before the woodstove takes hold of the situation. In fact my first five winters, before I moved into the cabin, were so protractedly unpleasant that I got kind of emotional about it.

Not long before it’s time to prep the woodstove for daily use. Twelve years to global destruction, y’all. Maybe this is that ‘climate change’ we’ve been threatened with. But sooner or later the rain has to stop – if only to turn into snow. The weatherman said that on the previous weekend as well, so flip a coin.

The weatherman says that Sunday’s all-day rain was Monsoon’s last gasp. Getting into frosty mornings and ‘wait and see’ afternoons.
