I’m dying for Atlas to Shrug. Go off into your bunker and leave the piles of paper leverage the myth of the self-made man is built upon where they are so good people who selflessly believe in each other and this country can clean up the mess. I have a feeling we’ll be just fine, thank you, prophecies of doom and dollar signs etched in the sky notwithstanding.
correlationstonone, writing in Making nothing out of something: Self-Indulgent Programming Note
Holy Zombie Lord Jesus: YES. Let me heartily second that motion that the Tea Klanners and all their like-minded friends should just Shrug already. Go live in Galt’s Gulch, live the dream, let the market sort you out, and spend the rest of your ample free time quarrying some stone or whatever it is good objectivists do for fun. I’d pay for closed-circuit coverage of it.
Yes, in gold.
Holy Zombie Lord Jesus: YES. Let me heartily second that motion that the Tea Klanners and all their like-minded friends should just Shrug already. Go live in Galt’s Gulch, live the dream, let the market sort you out, and spend the rest of your ample free time quarrying some stone or whatever it is good objectivists do for fun. I’d pay for closed-circuit coverage of it.
Yes, in gold.
Lemkin 