>>That scumbucket makes me toss my cookies all over my Ferragamos.
Excuse me, do you happen to have a napkin, Mighty One?<<
John Galt has no napkins for you, Sir Thomas. Although he can relate
to your abhorrence of the Evil Emile, John Galt has used all of his
napkins for his own vomiting long before the dreadful images of the holocaust were beamed into the comfort of his living room.
But John Galt's vomiting does not begin with the predicted holocausts of the Jews, or of the predicted tens of millions who had succumbed to the politcal purges of Stalin, to the cultural revolutions of Mao,
to the cleansing of Cambodia, to the wholesale slaughter of villages in Vietnam, to the more recent annihilation of the Tutsis, and the
ongoing murdered thousands by the rampant criminality in the USA.
John Galt begins vomiting when he sees the forging of priviledged rights, the ignorant clamorings of the have-nots, and the wailings from self-proclaimed chosen ones. For it is within these cesspools of arrogance, in a social phenomenological context, that must necessarily foment the inevitability of an 'evil' other. Presto! You now have the Evil Emile to contend with, Sir Thomas.
By the way, Thomas, resist your vomiting and save your napkins. John Galt fears you may be bottom fishing on the network equipment stocks.
If you are, you may find yourselr trading napkins soon. At least
you'll have something. |
