Shrugging Atlas

For what it’s worth, I’ve heard/read/seen the title of Ayn’s masterwork more times over just the past three weeks than I have during the course of my entire life.

I know it doesn’t mean anything, and I certainly realize it can’t change anything at this point, but it’s interesting to see the death bed conversions of so many dyed-in-the-wool “conservatives” who’ve come to realize Republicans weren’t then, and aren’t now, the answer to any substantive socioeconomic problem aside from worrying about mothers of fourteen or a bare tit on television.

Ron Paul absolutely needs to bail from the party NOW. Americans are too stupid and ill-educated to do anything besides vote for either an R or a D, anyway, so why go down with a ship that “your” party had scuttled so long ago it’s already rusted out from the inside?

This country cannot be saved.  This country should not be saved.

It was a nice experiment, but we’re finished.  We’ve stayed too long propping up way too many drunk girlfriends (i.e.: the nesting creatures demanding forced altruism, who’ve controlled every election since given the vote) to have NOT worn out our welcome on Freedom’s stage.

I’m just hoping to make this bloated boat’s finial moments above water just as miserable — and perhaps, as bloody — for as many mortal enemies and morons by choice as humanly possible.

I do not, however, consider such demeaning and/or violent actions revenge.

I look at it as just picking up the check for the entire table, because I’m so embarrassed by the disgusting mess we’ve left atop so many brave Americans’ honored corpses.