Sacre’Blu! I took a minute between my flight from Ankara to Baghdad to do a little research. I’ll admit I wrote off Ayn Rand years ago, after a cursory review of that god-awful propagandist film adaptation of ‘The Fountainhead’ (screenplay by Rand, herself), thinking, surely, that ‘up-by-your-own-bootstraps’ drivel couldn’t survive outside of the mind-soil of your average twenty-two year old. But, it turns out, I was quite the naïve waif! Alan ‘I found a Flaw’ Greenspan has, apparently until very recently, continued to suckle at the teat of Objectivism and I’d like to know, WHAT OTHER SECRET CULTS ARE RUNNING THIS FUCKING COUNTRY!
Seriously! Nom Dieu! You thought we’d learned a lesson after the last untalented artist with messianic ambitions turned his nation into a facist nutbag paradise, and you’d be right! Just that our nutbags psychos learned to be better at keeping quiet about it.
Which begs the question, what competing secret cabal is behind the absolute slap in the Laissez-faire face of capitalism? This billion dollar bailout? I fear to say, it was the sad children of the church of Rand, themselves. You see, these pigs are operating this economy like it were a home version of Galaga, simply hitting ‘play again’ when the last spaceship is destroyed by aliens. New Game.
As I arrive in Baghdad, in the dead of night, the air is a desert chilly seventy-two Fahrenheit. Obama is keeping above fifty percent, but barely. He must maintain it, must keep a hard distance in the stretch to stave off the Howling Dogs, and the Bradley Voters. I’m being led by military escort to where my half-brother, Bertie Ernesto is being held. More on that tomorrow.
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