Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Plains Pops: Ayn Rand Taken Out To Her Logical Foolish Conclusion

Over lunch I ran across an Ayn Rand trifecta.

First, this comment and some that follow on a Madville Times thread.

Then, there's the advice of Ayn Randers. The first conversation reveal Ayn at her loving best.
Dear Ayn,
I’m dating a man who I think I love, but I’m afraid he’s having an affair. He comes home late, he acts suspiciously, and he even has red lipstick on his collar. Should I confront him or just hope for the best?
— County Affair
Dear County,
Red lipstick? Your husband is a communist. Divorce him and sell his clothes, children, and pens to make money to spend on cars, human slaves, and bigger pens. This will simultaneously stimulate the economy and punish the slaves for not having jobs. Slaves: what lazybones!
Hope this helps,
The second illustrates her talent at delivering a witty rejoinder.
Dear Ayn,
I don’t mean to be offensive, but your writing is overwhelmingly juvenile and one-note. How did you become such an influential figure, a cornerstone of the landscape of American conservative politics? You write like a petulant child.
—Hollis Hurlbut, Professor of Comparative Literature, Harvard University

Dear Hollis,
Your mom’s juvenile.
Hope this helps,
HT: Rod Dreher

Finally, there's this story of successful parenting using Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged.  The key paragraphs:
Since the day Johanna was born, we’ve worked to indoctrinate her into the truth of Objectivism. Every night we read to her from the illustrated, unabridged edition of Atlas Shrugged—glossing over all the hardcore sex parts, mind you, but dwelling pretty thoroughly on the stuff about being proud of what you’ve earned and not letting James Taggart-types bring you down. For a long time we were convinced that our efforts to free her mind were for naught, but recently, as we’ve started socializing her a little bit, we’ve been delighted to find that she is completely antipathetic to the concept of sharing. As parents, we couldn’t have asked for a better daughter. . . .
After all, we’ve managed to raise a bright, self-reliant girl who achieves her goals by means of incentive and ratiocination and never—or very rarely—through the corrupt syllogism of force. We know, despite what you and a number of other parents we’ve met have said—as they carried their whimpering little social parasites away—that Johanna’s defiant, quasi-bellicose nature only superficially resembles that of an out-of-control toddler, and in truth posits her as more of a latter-day Dagny Taggart than any kind of enfant terrible.
Yes, she’s blossomed into everything we ever hoped or post hoc rationalized she would. In our house we no longer say, “Who is John Galt?” Instead we say, “Who’s our little princess?”
HT: David Mills 

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D.E. Bishop said...