Ayn Rand fanboy project

if Atlas holds up the world, what holds up Atlas?
there is a reason that Atlas is, in the modern term, an absurd mythical being. Atlas is not a caricature of an honorable struggle. it is a representation of defeat and punishment. Atlas was sentenced to perform this task. he did not take the sky on his shoulders for good —let alone for profit. the absurdity multiplies exponentially when the fanboys attempt to convince you to want to be Atlas —or John Galt 3ʳᵈ earl of somesuch whats-his-face.

in all seriousness, the Ayn Rand fanboy project* wants to unleash the transnational aristocrats on us. they want to condemn each and every man, woman and child to a gladiator fight with the corporations —collective bargains of wealth— one on one, for all eternity. the snake-oil they are selling is that you, the middle class peons, can do it on your own if only the pesky government would just get out of the way (no mention of aristocratic billionaires).
when was the last time you actually negotiated a contract? not signed. negotiated. you listed out your terms and they were actually written into a contract. not since elementary school I'll bet. you all remember the my slave for a day contracts with your sister or brother. well, those werent very good terms back then and the terms offered by the billionaires now are not very good terms either. the result? you do not have the time, wealth or infrastructure it takes to protect yourself. not from being nickeled and dimed to death, and you are being nickeled and dimed to death right now. each arbitrary clause, binding arbitration, and ipso facto you find in every contract is not written there to help you; it is there to hurt† or rob from you. what the Ayn Rand fanboys are selling is myth. when land ownership and parceling began the free market ended (read Thomas Paine). you can not do it on your own unless you are a land owner. if you think a mortgage on a house on a 1/3 of an acre is "owning land" you are living in a fantasy world, a schizophrenic Ayn Rand themepark. you will watch your savings dwindle and peter away until you have nothing. you imagined through your life that you would build an empire to bequeath to your children. instead you end up in hospice alone, despised by the free-market fundies you once considered ideological allies. your children will grind out their own meager 9to5 existence among the wolves you helped feed.
that is Ayn Rand's version of success, just not your success.


* credit to Dennis G. —Balloon-Juice.com— February 12, 2011
† the greater your pain / fear the greater the wealth transfer from poor to rich.