Fighting off the Randroids

Please indulge me for a brief moment while I temporarily shed my normal costume of snark and mount my rhetorical high horse to make a statement that I am very tired of making, yet one that seems to be necessary once again.


Atlas Shrugged is a novel, and a tedious one at that. It is tortured fiction, and nothing more. It is not an effective societal blueprint for pouty glibertarians who are still angry that their mommies never let them stay out past their curfew, they didn’t get the toy they really really wanted for their 12th birthday, and their fraternity of choice didn’t let them into the pledge class freshman year.

Grow. The fuck. Up.

Thank you. Now, back to the snark.

posted 5/30/09 at 9:42am to Books, Our Doomed Planet, Politics, The stupid, it burns · 0 replies · »

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