Reading through this Jon Chait review of two Ayn Rand biographies only confirms the wisdom of my choice to ignore most of Rand’s work, with the obligatory one-time slog through Atlas Shrugged well in the rear view mirror of early college experimentation.
Her appeal is obvious, if not personally attractive. She offers a passable moral justification for extreme disparities in wealth, shrouding unrelenting rapaciousness in benevolent garb. It’s not only that she helps rich people salve whatever nagging guilt remains at the plight of the destitute. She takes what had been viewed as, at best, a necessary if regrettable evil and treats it as an unmitigated good.
“What she did–through long discussions and lots of arguments into the night–was to make me think why capitalism is not only efficient and practical, but also moral,” attested [Allan] Greenspan.
But it gets better. Rand’s Objectivism also argues that charity, or redistribution of wealth even in small doses, is itself an evil that distorts the proper order of things. Thus, Rand’s work has become the ethos of the greedy - and she the high priestess of an unflinching selfishness that is almost childlike in its simplistic view of society. There is little talk of how to pay for all the things we need for an ordered society without taxes (in Atlas Shrugged, she solves these problems with a series of fantastic deus ex machina), and yet each Randian wants to reap the benefits of that same ordered society – just not pay for them. (See, ie, Jane Galt herself).
Though admittedly pop in its psychological rigor, these childhood narratives from Chait’s piece seem instructive:
Around the age of five, Alissa Rosenbaum’s [aka Ayn Rand] mother instructed her to put away some of her toys for a year. She offered up her favorite possessions, thinking of the joy that she would feel when she got them back after a long wait. When the year had passed, she asked her mother for the toys, only to be told she had given them away to an orphanage. Heller remarks that “this may have been Rand’s first encounter with injustice masquerading as what she would later acidly call ‘altruism.’ ” (The anti-government activist Grover Norquist has told a similar story from childhood, in which his father would steal bites of his ice cream cone, labelling each bite “sales tax” or “income tax.” The psychological link between a certain form of childhood deprivation and extreme libertarianism awaits serious study.)
But successful she was, and why not: her philosophy was not only useful, but also personally gratifying, to the most powerful elements in society. Not a bad way to go about making a name for yourself.
If you happen to be wealthy, she’s telling you everything you want to hear: you shouldn’t feel guilty (you alone are responsible for progress in society - in fact, the lesser-off are cruelly leaching off of you), you shouldn’t share your righteously amassed fortune (the act itself is immoral and leads to more harm than good) and you are innately superior to the hoi polloi (how else would you have acquired the wealth in the first place?).
Obviously, her praise for the remorseless capitalist is a natural fit for the GOP:
She wrote of one of the protagonists of her stories that “he does not understand, because he has no organ for understanding, the necessity, meaning, or importance of other people”; and she meant this as praise.
In her defense, and to her detriment, she applied this standard with some consistency, as she rejected Christianity for its opposite message of compassion and communal outlook. It was her stance on Christianity that led many GOP politicians to reject her despite their shared economic view. Now if she had only professed her love for Jesus while contradicting his most basic teachings, she could have had a brilliant career.
Despite this hindrance, there was a cult-like quality to the following she did amass. But, again, this should not surprise. The story of the individual as hero, whose objective superiority is conclusively proven by his/her wealth, had a romantic flare that captivated her audience. There is an inherent human craving to be part of an “in” group of the saved, staring out at the “out” group of the damned. Objectivism served this purpose by establishing a certain demarcation that was easily attainable for (or already attained by) a certain segment of society.
And that’s when it got fucking bizarre:
Rand’s most important acolyte was Nathan Blumenthal, who first met her as a student infatuated with The Fountainhead. Blumenthal was born in Canada in 1930. In 1949 he wrote to Rand, and began to visit her extensively, and fell under her spell. He eventually changed his name to Nathaniel Branden, signifying in the ancient manner of all converts that he had repudiated his old self and was reborn in the image of Rand, from whom he adapted his new surname. She designated Branden as her intellectual heir.
She allowed him to run the Nathaniel Branden Institute, a small society dedicated to promoting Objectivism through lectures, therapy sessions, and social activities. The courses, he later wrote, began with the premises that “Ayn Rand is the greatest human being who has ever lived” and “Atlas Shrugged is the greatest human achievement in the history of the world.” Rand also presided over a more select circle of followers in meetings every Saturday night, invitations to which were highly coveted among the Objectivist faithful. These meetings themselves were frequently ruthless cult-like exercises, with Rand singling out members one at a time for various personality failings, subjecting them to therapy by herself or Branden, or expelling them from the charmed circle altogether.
So strong was the organization’s hold on its members that even those completely excommunicated often maintained their faith. In 1967, for example, the journalist Edith Efron was, in Heller’s account, “tried in absentia and purged, for gossiping, or lying, or refusing to lie, or flirting; surviving witnesses couldn’t agree on exactly what she did.” Upon her expulsion, Efron wrote to Rand that “I fully and profoundly agree with the moral judgment you have made of me, and with the action you have taken to end social relations.” One of the Institute’s therapists counseled Efron’s eighteen-year-old son, also an Objectivist, to cut all ties with his mother, and made him feel unwelcome in the group when he refused to do so. (Efron’s brother, another Objectivist, did temporarily disown her.)
Sex and romance loomed unusually large in Rand’s worldview. Objectivism taught that intellectual parity is the sole legitimate basis for romantic or sexual attraction. Coincidentally enough, this doctrine cleared the way for Rand–a woman possessed of looks that could be charitably described as unusual, along with abysmal personal hygiene and grooming habits–to seduce young men in her orbit. Rand not only persuaded Branden, who was twenty-five years her junior, to undertake a long-term sexual relationship with her, she also persuaded both her husband and Branden’s wife to consent to this arrangement. (They had no rational basis on which to object, she argued.) But she prudently instructed them to keep the affair secret from the other members of the Objectivist inner circle.
At some point, inevitably, the arrangement began to go very badly. Branden’s wife began to break down–Rand diagnosed her with “emotionalism,” never imagining that her sexual adventures might have contributed to the young woman’s distraught state. Branden himself found the affair ever more burdensome and grew emotionally and sexually withdrawn from Rand. At one point Branden suggested to Rand that a second affair with another woman closer to his age might revive his lust. Alas, Rand–whose intellectual adjudications once again eerily tracked her self-interest–determined that doing so would “destroy his mind.” He would have to remain with her. Eventually Branden confessed to Rand that he could no longer muster any sexual attraction for her, and later that he actually had undertaken an affair with another woman despite Rand’s denying him permission. After raging at Branden, Rand excommunicated him fully. The two agreed not to divulge their affair. Branden told his followers only that he had “betrayed the principles of Objectivism” in an “unforgiveable” manner and renounced his role within the organization.
Rand’s inner circle turned quickly and viciously on their former superior. Alan Greenspan, a cherished Rand confidant, signed a letter eschewing any future contact with Branden or his wife. Objectivist students were forced to sign loyalty oaths, which included the promise never to contact Branden, or to buy his forthcoming book or any future books that he might write. Rand’s loyalists expelled those who refused these orders, and also expelled anyone who complained about the tactics used against dissidents. Some of the expelled students, desperate to retain their lifeline to their guru, used pseudonyms to re-enroll in the courses or re-subscribe to her newsletter. But many just drifted away, and over time the Rand cult dwindled to a hardened few.
What a fitting theorist for the leading (and even dimmer) lights of the GOP to turn to: a psychologically damaged individual presiding over a swirling gaggle of self-serving corruption, self-destructive greed, faux salvation, self-delusion, sexual deviancy, repressed sexuality, supply side worship, defense of the wealthy and all under a rigid hierarchy.
Pretty much.
September 15, 2009 at 1:09 pm
I recently watched Network for the first time. Every time I hear about Rand and her crazy cult, I can’t help but think about Arthur Jensen:
September 15, 2009 at 1:18 pm
…the high priestess of an unflinching selfishness that is almost childlike…
Almost? And I would specify, “spoiled childlike”.
September 15, 2009 at 1:38 pm
true
September 15, 2009 at 1:19 pm
Alan Greenspan, a cherished Rand confidant, signed a letter eschewing any future contact with Branden or his wife.
Hard to believe that turning over control over the economy to an insane cultist would have bad consequences.
September 15, 2009 at 1:31 pm
But think about it, if you happen to be wealthy, she’s telling you everything you want to hear: you shouldn’t feel guilty (you alone are responsible for progress in society – in fact, the lesser-off are cruelly leaching off of you)…
It’s been a depressingly long time since I was an impressionable college kid, but I remember my take then (based on the young Republican jackoffs of the early 90s, as well as the usual assortment of morose and pimply dorks) was that Rand also had a strong appeal to the misunderstood would-be young geniuses, who would so totally be ruling the world if the ungrateful leeches would finally grow up and respect their superior intellectual capabilities.
I don’t know if it’s better or worse that I never slogged past the first page of Atlas Shrugged. I’m still kind of mad at Neil Peart for Anthem.
September 15, 2009 at 2:00 pm
The psychological link between a certain form of childhood deprivation and extreme libertarianism awaits serious study.
I haven’t done a study, but have plenty of anecdotal evidence. Through my adult life, I’ve known four people (well enough to know both their background and political views) that have/had a loud and proud Randian outlook.
All four grew up in well-above-average income households. And as children, all four had parents (mainly the father) who imposed rigid, borderline abusive, rules regarding non-essential items.
One friend in particular was essentially forced to live as a pauper, no toys or games, just enough clothes to function, until he did enough work to earn his keep. Yet his father spent six months a year in leisure travel, had a collection of Lamborghinis, etc.
That kind of shit can really screw a kid up. I’ve long thought there is a link.
September 15, 2009 at 2:12 pm
Excellent, excellent post! I’ve got the Chait review marked but haven’t read it yet.
I would hate to overgeneralize and say that everything we need to know (or needed to know, were it not too late) about Alan Greenspan is summed up by his involvement in such a group. But…damn….
September 15, 2009 at 3:22 pm
Norquist also recounted how, as a five year old, he started his own ice cream factory, purchased cones with the profits from the sales of the ice cream he couldn’t personally consume (estimated at two gallons a day of chocolate cookie dough fudge ripple), constructed the famous cone recounted above and watched in horror as his father, a gay Muslim fascist, stole bites called “taxes” which he totally didn’t earn in any way!
September 15, 2009 at 5:14 pm
Being kind to Ayn:
“Rand’s Objectivism also argues that charity, or redistribution of wealth even in small doses, is itself an evil that distorts the proper order of things.”
There is a grain of truth in this, in the ancient Daoist sense of yin/yang balance or, to quote another author who also had a cult-like following but, unlike Ayn, could actually write an entertaining yarn and was known for his compassion and kind treatment of his fellow beings (Robert Heinlein): “There Ain’t No Such Thing As A free Lunch.”
With less altered beings than Ayn, this grain would eventually create a pearl of wisdom. Ayn, poor if exalted (she sold a ton of books for profit and had her own cult)being, was, alas, some kind of mentally ill:
Look upon my quirks, ye mighty, and despair!
“She wrote of one of the protagonists of her stories that “he does not understand, because he has no organ for understanding, the necessity, meaning, or importance of other people”; and she meant this as praise.”
Almost all forms of mental illness are marked by a lessened sense of empathy.
“…along with abysmal personal hygiene and grooming habits…”
Almost all forms of mental illness share a disregard for basic hygiene (except for ones like narcissism and OCD, in which the opposite is then the case: excessive washing and grooming).
Here, BTW, is an example of the serpent feeding upon itself.
September 15, 2009 at 5:58 pm
I really, really wish we could just give these people their own country. Let them have the southern states. (I’m willing to move.) Because I’ve had it with their stupid bullshit.
Wingnut Statehood! It’s time!
September 15, 2009 at 8:29 pm
Let’s give them Nevada.
We’ll tell them it’s called Greenland and tell them it’s swarming with unregulated money.
September 16, 2009 at 7:33 am
No, not Nevada.
There’s not THAT many truely unhinged loonies. So I say:
Give them Gitmo.
Empty out the prison, withdraw the troops, and let the Randites enjoy their new tropical paradise.
When Castro#2 asks “what gives?” we can just say “hey, not ours anymore”.
What could possibly go wrong?
September 16, 2009 at 10:10 am
Excellent. We’ll call it Niceland. Capital: Hellsinkhole.
September 15, 2009 at 7:00 pm
It’s all in here, Baby. Some people matter, and some people don’t.
September 15, 2009 at 10:07 pm
And Ayn Rand was a sociopath who idolized a murderer named William Hickman. From Michael Prescott’s blog:
“In her journal circa 1928 Rand quoted the statement, “What is good for me is right,” a credo attributed to a prominent figure of the day, William Edward Hickman. Her response was enthusiastic. “The best and strongest expression of a real man’s psychology I have heard,” she exulted. (Quoted in Ryan, citing Journals of Ayn Rand, pp. 21-22.)
At the time, she was planning a novel that was to be titled The Little Street, the projected hero of which was named Danny Renahan. According to Rand scholar Chris Matthew Sciabarra, she deliberately modeled Renahan – intended to be her first sketch of her ideal man – after this same William Edward Hickman. Renahan, she enthuses in another journal entry, “is born with a wonderful, free, light consciousness — [resulting from] the absolute lack of social instinct or herd feeling. He does not understand, because he has no organ for understanding, the necessity, meaning, or importance of other people … Other people do not exist for him and he does not understand why they should.” (Journals, pp. 27, 21-22; emphasis hers.)
“A wonderful, free, light consciousness” born of the utter absence of any understanding of “the necessity, meaning, or importance of other people.” Obviously, Ayn Rand was most favorably impressed with Mr. Hickman. He was, at least at that stage of Rand’s life, her kind of man.
So the question is, who exactly was he?
William Edward Hickman was one of the most famous men in America in 1928. But he came by his fame in a way that perhaps should have given pause to Ayn Rand before she decided that he was a “real man” worthy of enshrinement in her pantheon of fictional heroes.
You see, Hickman was a forger, an armed robber, a child kidnapper, and a multiple murderer.”
more at http://michaelprescott.net/hickman.htm
September 16, 2009 at 12:40 am
The Randian personality type always reminded me of the Comic Book Store Guy from the Simpsons.
September 16, 2009 at 5:00 am
She offered up her favorite possessions, thinking of the joy that she would feel when she got them back after a long wait.
Reporting this with a straight face should be somewhere near the top of any list of Ways You Can Tell That Somebody’s Five Year Old Calls the Nanny Mommy.
September 16, 2009 at 5:28 am
Great! We’re ruled by legions of emotionally damaged people.
September 16, 2009 at 6:27 am
Less Rand, more kittens.
Not that kittens aren’t, you know, innately objectivist.
September 16, 2009 at 8:13 am
Did she come out with a new book or something? Did Greenspan die?
September 16, 2009 at 10:12 am
She took a bath. At last. Posthumously, but still…
September 16, 2009 at 10:14 am
her philosophy was not only useful, but also personally gratifying, to the most powerful elements in society.
Perhaps just as importantly (and in terms of the usefulness of Rand’s ideas to the powers-that-be), her philosophy is personally gratifying to certain elements of the upper-middle class who would otherwise, seeing close hand how the rich just above them on the socio-economic ladder were screwing everyone over, would make common cause with the lower/working classes and provide them with the intellectual know-how to really get organized and throw off their masters.
Rand does this by at once proffering an ideology that is transparently good for the powers-that-be and, at the same time, drawing her heroes from the professional classes. Essentially what she says to the professional class (who really have good reason to feel that they are the key class in modern society) “you are the powers-that-be that will benefit from my ideology that transparently benefits the powers that be”. Being told your on top in such a way is immensely personally gratifying to a certain kind of person.
Interestingly, the story of Galt could have been told in a way that would make it a commie-pinko “professionals of the world unite with the workers of the world” way. Have Galt go on strike with all the other Galt-like professionals and essentially form a union. Perhaps someone should actually do a lefty-moonbat retelling of some of the works of Rand?
September 16, 2009 at 10:35 am
Some time last year one the big publishing houses had these lists of the Greatest Books of ALL TIME — one based on the opinions of “literary professionals” and another voted on by a self-selected sample of the public. In the pros’ list was the predictable Joyce, Faulkner, etc. In the readers’ list, the top ten was filled with L. Ron Hubbard and Ayn Rand. I shit you not.
Oh wait, here it is:
http://www.randomhouse.com/modernlibrary/100bestnovels.html
September 16, 2009 at 10:43 am
What got under my skin about Randroids and other conservabots/libertine libertarians is summed up here in the current Time Mag. article about Dog/Human intelligence and coevolution:
“One question the research of Topál, Hare and others raises is why chimpanzees–who are in most ways much smarter than dogs–lack the ability to read gestures. Hare believes that the chimps’ poor performance is one more piece of proof that the talent is rooted not in raw intelligence but in personality. Our ape cousins are simply too distracted by their aggression and competitiveness to fathom gestures easily. Chimps can cooperate to get food that they can’t get on their own, but if there’s the slightest chance for them to fight over it, they will. For humans to evolve as we did, Hare says, “We had to not get freaked out about sharing.”
Just so.
September 16, 2009 at 2:25 pm
And now, a grave and gathering portfolio of women writers who looked and sometimes acted just as weird as Ayn Rand but, unlike her, weren’t batshit crazy, were genuinely talented literati, and communicated ideas that served to advance basic notions of compassion and mutual aid rather than promoting solipsism and autism as the most primal virtues of humanity:
Gertrude Stein
Dame Edith Sitwell
Princess Leia, er, what’s-her-name
In an adjoining gallery, we find this lady, not in quite the same category but worth honorable mention:
Agatha Christie
September 16, 2009 at 4:16 pm
How about Flannery O’Connor?
September 16, 2009 at 6:52 pm
<A HREF="http://robertarood.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/flannery1.jpg"Flannery
I don’t think she makes the cut. That’s a winsome if bucky smile.
See?
She’s kind of like a fave of mine back in the 70s, Francoise looking her young worst
Her young best, from perhaps her most famous photo.
September 16, 2009 at 6:53 pm
oops:
Flannery redux
September 16, 2009 at 6:55 pm
oops again:
FLannery re-redux
September 16, 2009 at 2:29 pm
This is your brain on Randian capitalism.
September 16, 2009 at 2:43 pm
Seems like no one ever read Atlas Shit. If this doesn’t speak for a need to reenact the Fairness Doctrine, I’ll burn my inner Thetan in effigy on my front lawn.
September 23, 2009 at 9:10 pm
You should know that I just cracked 2 ribs laughing at that statement. I’d send you the medical bill, but I live in Canada, so it was $0. I imagine Ayn would’ve fainted at the thought of the rich being obligated to sponsor the medical treatment of those so stupid as to get hurt.
September 29, 2009 at 6:30 pm
You laugh at my jokes? You LAUGH!?!?! You wound my dignity.
September 16, 2009 at 4:50 pm
I tried to read that sucky ass, bullshit-ridden pile of shit “Atlas Drugged”, but tossed it away with other horridly poorly written shit people had told me I must read.
I think I’d rather read the Book of Mormon than any of the Randian bullshit.
September 16, 2009 at 7:40 pm
“Randian bullshit”
Hos well those words echo each other.
September 16, 2009 at 7:54 pm
Egad!
September 16, 2009 at 8:29 pm
You… win! She’s like Gollum in drag! Like a voodoo action figure that talks when you pull the string in her back (which makes you a mere proletariat and proves that SHE is really in control…)
September 17, 2009 at 5:50 am
I dunno she kinda looks like William F. Buckley in drag and strung out on heroin. Which, I hear, he often was. And being in drag is just part of the fun of being a cryptoNazi queer, ahem.
As Gore Vidal once put it.
Anyone ever see them both together? I mean, would he don the ‘Rand’ look in order to get ‘Randy’, eh? And leave his Catholic guilt behind at least for a spell?
September 17, 2009 at 6:32 am
William F indeed. But then, William F looked like Gollum. Apparently, he wouldn’t be caught dead or alive or high on heroin in the company of Rand:
The Randroids defend Ayn from Bill
September 17, 2009 at 7:13 am
Funny that. I think it central to my argument.
Anyway, I am sure Mr Chambers recognized the decidedly Leninist-sounding bent of her dark maledictions against ‘parasites’ and the fact that her heroes are indeed, not the upper crust parasite class, but workers, albeit professional and educated, but unmistakably members of the ‘working class’ as Marx defined it.
September 18, 2009 at 4:05 am
There’s a delightful feud going on between the objectivists and the mouldering corpse of William F. Buckley (she didn’t like Whittaker Chambers’ review of Atlas Shrugged – “Excruciatingly awful.”… remarkably silly… bumptious… preposterous” – in the National Review)
A fairly representative sample:
Of course, there are no recorded instances of Pat Buckley blackmailing someone into her bed by threatening to destroy them while her husband quietly drank himself to death.
I think the Catholics actually take this one.
September 18, 2009 at 8:20 am
Awesome.
September 16, 2009 at 8:54 pm
The heart of the issue here is that we have a bunch of morons running around clinging to the idea that a work of fiction should guide the way society is organized and operates.
But, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe there was a time in my life where, had I been exposed to the ideas and philosophy of Ayn Rand, it would have transformed my worldview and I would have been able to see the real truth. Unfortunately, that time passed without the necessary exposure. Then I turned 15.
September 16, 2009 at 9:21 pm
But didn’t L. Ron Hubbard start with fiction? It has been proven that when sociopathic writers cannot find a sizeable audience to relate with because of an inability to convey (let alone understand) normal social human emotions (usually a requirement for good storytelling), they start a cult.
September 16, 2009 at 9:55 pm
L. Ron Hubbard, the Bible, the Koran…like I said, a work of fiction is no basis for organizing a society. The only difference between these cults and Rand’s is that the books and the groups of morons promoting them are different.
Picture a Venn diagram of stupid, with the intersection being “morons” and “works of fiction” and you’ve pretty well summed it up.
September 18, 2009 at 11:52 am
Hubbard did indeed start as a pulp writer. SciFi, Westerns, crime stories, whatever publishers of pulp fiction would buy. As to his ability to craft a story, many of those same publishers thought him one of their best writers. However, L. Ron didn’t make enough money in the pulps. It was religion that he thought would open up the bank vaults.
September 18, 2009 at 5:39 pm
many of those same publishers thought him one of their best writers
Well that’s definitely different from Rand.
September 19, 2009 at 4:07 pm
That’s exactly right. A.E. Van Vogt once said in my hearing that Ron specifically told him, “I’m going to start a religion — that’s where the real money is.”
September 16, 2009 at 9:32 pm
Unlike your basic pissed off rube, the smoldering self-righteousness of ego-maniacal martyrs is breathtaking. The MSM loves them. They use big words and stuff. They suffer for the cause, for the art. They have a cigarette.
September 17, 2009 at 5:04 am
Eventually Branden confessed to Rand that he could no longer muster any sexual attraction for her
After seeing that video, it’s a wonder his dick didn’t leap off his body and run under the couch the first time he saw her. Ewwwww!
September 17, 2009 at 6:37 am
Leapin’ lizards!!!!!
September 17, 2009 at 7:33 am
Yet more evidence that libertarianism is a cult that focuses on money.
September 17, 2009 at 8:50 am
All this talk of Rand along with the death of Patrick Swayze reminds of the “Fountainhead” scene in Dirty Dancing. It’s a beautiful illustration of the typical Randian douchbag – one who places himself above all and abandons the young girl he knocked-up.
September 17, 2009 at 9:15 am
Once again Hollywood fails. There’s an awesome “Mommy Dearest” -like biopic here, starring perhaps Christian Bale as Ms. Rand.
September 18, 2009 at 11:54 am
I hear Gary Oldman needs a gig. Is Jim Carey free?
September 18, 2009 at 12:37 pm
Could be Oldman’s opportunity for a long-overdue Oscar.
September 17, 2009 at 10:32 am
What killed me about Atlas Shrugged (aside from the ludicrous speechyfing gasbag dialogue) was:
a. It is entirely self-negating as a work of socio-political fiction. Her heroes triumph, not against a society realistically depicted, but against a made-up “Europe” that has been entirely collectivized. And, of course, against characters who are comically weak, corrupt, etc. It’s like when the Pentagon “proves” the efficacy of a new missile by having it shoot down an incoming target whose trajectory, speed, and time of launch have been pre-determined. If the “society” your heroes are victorious over is entirely made of straw, what have you proven?
b. Her utopia (as somone else made me see) is A COMMUNE. Let alone one upheld by science fiction devices to assure its survival.
The whole ludicrous extravaganza fails, not only in literary terms (because, I mean, please.) but in the terms she claims to champion.
That’s why I tell people to read it. Once you do, you never have to take her, Greenspan, McArdle, or any of her acolytes seriously IN ANY WAY, ever again. You’re done.
September 17, 2009 at 11:12 am
But… but… I hear Greenspan whips up a mean souffle. Surely his recipe wouldn’t fail me and have the souffle collapse like the economy he nurtured to near devastation?
September 17, 2009 at 2:36 pm
The economy he nurtured to near devastation TWICE! Let’s not forget the dot-com bubble and his “irrational exuberance” days.
September 17, 2009 at 3:08 pm
Soufflés cannot fail. They can only be failed! Damn all them subjectivists all to hell (well, in an objectivist sense anyways). Uh, but objectivism is less a quest for the objective than a worship of objects… And hell is not an object! So damn them all to collapse, them damn dirty apes!
September 17, 2009 at 6:08 pm
“irrational exuberance”
I so want to hear that in a rap attack, all up in your face with that irrational exuberance.
It was so beautiful when he said it, as if the financial market had become possessed by Muppets on Ecstasy.
September 17, 2009 at 5:01 pm
Howlin’ Wolf would kick Ayn Rand’s ass.
September 17, 2009 at 6:03 pm
For some reason the Ayn video reminds me of the Python skit Anne Elk’s Theory on the Brontosaurus (“My theory, which is mine, and belongs to me”). Except Cleese’s throat clearing made more sense than Ayn, and he was better looking in drag than she was straight up.
September 18, 2009 at 12:14 am
Between Rand and Scientology,the Bible and LaRouche I begin to think that maybe billions of people might go 100% for about anything.
Aw shucks.
September 18, 2009 at 7:56 am
My fave explanation of religion is from an obscure sci-fi writer named Paul Park whom I badly paraphrase as saying that religion exists to utilize humanity’s rich stores of irrationality.
After all, we have to do something with that stuff. Mixed with critical thinking it can produce tremendously inspiring aesthetic art. But w/out critical thinking…
Ooga-booga! Al Gore’s flying monkeys will gitchyoo if you don’t let Jeebus come in your mowf!
September 18, 2009 at 9:02 am
Ayn Rand was right. Doric porticos are a stupid architectural feature.
September 18, 2009 at 9:30 am
I just learned that Glenn Beck is a convert to… rumdroll… Mormonism!
Much of the Book of Mormon (BoM) was transcribed as Joseph Smith stared into a scry crystal deep in the darkness of his hat. (Supposedly, some of it was also transcribed by him wearing a weird Indy Jonesish breastplate allegedly from ancient Israel, with requisite scrystones, that allowed him to translate the BoM from those mysterious Golden Plates shown to him by an angel with a neatly Mafiosi name — Moroni — on the legendary Hill Cumorah. (I bin thar!)
So we now understand why Beck’s ass talks through his hat the way it does.
It is written!
September 18, 2009 at 1:32 pm
No explanation of Mormonism is complete without a glance at You Can’t Touch Mormon Jesus
September 19, 2009 at 9:22 am
As a young Mormon, I was thrilled by paintings like this, as found in any decent copy of the BoM in the 60s:
The brother of Jared is nearly blinded as he watches the Finger of God turn stones into Duracell flashlights by touching them with his fingers so the Jaredites can cross the Atlantic in wooden submarines.
You can’t touch that! UNless you’re G
More or less. It was cool.
September 19, 2009 at 9:23 am
As a young Mormon, I was thrilled by paintings like this, as found in any decent copy of the BoM in the 60s:
The brother of Jared is nearly blinded as he watches the Finger of God turn stones into Duracell flashlights by touching them with his fingers so the Jaredites can cross the Atlantic in wooden submarines.
You can’t touch that! Until they cool down a bunch, anayway.
More or less. It was cool.
September 19, 2009 at 9:24 am
Wow. I bypassed the duplicate post guard and don’t know how.
I am a prophet, a seer, a senile old coot with super powers.
September 19, 2009 at 9:25 am
The Brother of Jared
Ether 3:4-6
4 And I know, O Lord, that thou hast all power, and can do whatsoever thou wilt for the benefit of man; therefore touch these stones, O Lord, with thy finger, and prepare them that they may shine forth in darkness; and they shall shine forth unto us in the vessels which we have prepared, that we may have light while we shall cross the sea.
5 Behold, O Lord, thou canst do this. We know that thou art able to show forth great power, which looks small unto the understanding of men.
6 And it came to pass that when the brother of Jared had said these words, behold, the Lord stretched forth his hand and touched the stones one by one with his finger. And the veil was taken from off the eyes of the brother of Jared, and he saw the finger of the Lord; and it was as the finger of a man, like unto flesh and blood; …
September 20, 2009 at 2:56 pm
Ether 3:4-6
The Books of Mormon are named after anaesthetics?!
September 22, 2009 at 11:39 am
Appropriate, given that Mark Twain once described The Book of Mormon as “chloroform in print” (in ROUGHING IT, where he also describes a visit to Salt Lake City when Brigham Young was still running the place).
September 29, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Someday I want to read Burton’s ‘The City of the Saints’, when he visits SLC in roughly the same era.
September 29, 2009 at 6:39 pm
Anaesthetics, dianetics, any old -netics will do so long as there’s chloroform.
September 19, 2009 at 9:26 am
Indiana Jones and the Jaredite Crystals
September 20, 2009 at 12:10 am
I still haven’t read ‘Atlas Shrugged’ or anything else she has written (there were other works?), I actually have a copy laying around that some well-meaning liberal gave to me and encouraged me to read…
I guess I feel the same about “Atlas” as I feel about ‘Mein Kampf’ (Which incidentally was also given to me by different well-meaning fool…), I don’t really want to poison my mind with gibberish. I tried with “Mein” but couldn’t get much farther than a night’s reading. What a waste of my time. And “Mein” is ‘non-fiction,’ “Atlas” is ‘fiction’ it is hard enough finding good fiction with the likes of S. King hacking up a ‘novel’ every few months or so. Why waste my time? A good laugh?? I can get that without any outside help.
I guess some of us are slower than others…
September 20, 2009 at 1:45 am
lol who gives out Mein Kampf and goes, “this is a little freaky but a good read. The author is like an artist in jail, and he’s angry but he likes Wagner and The Olympics..”
I understand The Great Political Theories vol 2, but not Mein Kampf…
http://www.amazon.com/Great-Political-Theories-2/dp/0380012359/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1253436244&sr=8-2
September 20, 2009 at 1:52 am
Respects:
http://law.wfu.edu/faculty/profile/curtismk/bio/
September 20, 2009 at 5:01 am
The psychological link between a certain form of childhood deprivation and extreme libertarianism awaits serious study.
I was going to bore you with a lengthy explanation of Attachment Theory and the sequelae of insecure childhood attachment through adult life, but then it occurred to me that you’re perfectly capable of boring yourselves.
September 29, 2009 at 6:36 pm
Lately I find it harder and harder to bore myself in my old familiar manner. I’m thinking of purchasing a TV. Prosthetic boredom: yet another breathtaking innovation from the Century of Progress!