Monday, July 23, 2012

Ayn Rand: From Russia, sans love.

The 2008 recession and near total collapse of our economy
was the step-grandchild of Ayn Rand.

Oh, if the egoist, capitalism-crack-pipe-smoking, sycophants of Rand weren't completely blind from the nose outward, they might realize that Atlas has had it with her b.s. and now, like her, would really like a social safety net.  

Ayn Rand (fake name, of course), aka, Alisa Rosenbaum, was the elitist, social-justice-hating hagatha, whose spells still enthrall the masters of commerce and their avaricious little aspirants.

Rand cunningly manipulated the already outsized egos and greed of corporate 'barons' and status-seekers, elevating capitalism, and grossly singular self-interest, into a religion.

Rand exalted selfishness, power and, above all profit. Profit completely unfettered by societal concerns; ennobling the abusing and using of workers; deconstructing worker protections; while callously pushing labor back and towards modern day serfdom.

Americans, generally, are unaware of Rand's impact: she: the grasping, laissez-faire capitalism 'guru,' whose narcissistic pipe dreams, conceived many of the short-sighted, “grand mal” theories continually seizing our economy.

Unfortunately, within the inbred circles of the uber-powerful men who set the global stage for all things financial, (oh hell, for all things!) Rand’s vampiric, super-self-isms, are treated as vox populi.

Alan Greenspan was a close friend and remains a fervent devotee of Rand. The current instability and outright looting of world financial markets are just the by-product of her acolytes, using her adolescent and egocentric rantings, in guiding our economy down a rat hole.

Rand especially disdained and despised the social safety net, i.e., Social Security and Medicare, savoring a special contempt for those in need of such help.  Although, betraying her own dogma and her supplicating thralls, she grabbed at both programs as soon as she was able.  What a phony!
First Hint

“I had to quit my job over that tornado.” Obie resolutely told me in 1981, sitting at a long table in the employee break room. A room that, unnoticed by me, was now going gradually silent.

“That tornado,” being the monstrous F4 funnel that struck Wichita Falls, Texas in 1979, killing 42 people, causing over 1,700 injuries, destroying over 3,000 homes and leaving 20,000 homeless.

With my tactfulness, perhaps, needing a little tweaking, there in my first day as a newbie to the brand new operating unit for the, “phone company” (and new resident of Wichita Falls). I asked, “You had to quit your job over the tornado? How’d that happen? Did it hit where you worked?” (I usually asked three to four questions at a time, back then.) Obie, slowly shaking his head, responded, "No... It didn’t. I... guess that might’ve been some part of the problem.”

“Part of the problem…?” I was stumped. Until Obie, who was black, told me that since the tornado had missed the, " black part of town," instead wreaking havoc on the most affluent (and white) areas, that the, "white folks" said the, “black folks” (see nig**r) had brought it… BROUGHT the Tornado ON the White People!"

Picking up my chin, I nervously giggled, “Oh man, that’s crazy!" Obie, his voice hollow as if from some deep well, solemnly answered, “Yeah, but the white workers on my job harassed me so much over it, every day, that I finally had to quit that job.”

I was completely shocked and spouted, incredulously, “I can’t believe that. That is just nuts!”

Seeing a warning in Obie's face, I then began to glance around and noticed that, unlike me, all the other, “white folks” sitting at that long table seemed to be swelling up like toads.

Startled by the sudden whip of negative energy, I instinctively acted to snag that energy and deflate those fat toads:

With an exaggerated conspiratorial tone, combined with a, “pre-Palin” wink, I turned to Obie, saying, Soto Voce, “Well, you know Obie, I DID see a picture of it and… it WAS black.” Obie’s eyes went wide, he sucked in his breath and then, as I cackled, he joined in, looking terribly relieved and surprised by my attitude, or lack thereof.

But...we laughed alone.
None of the toads croaked in.
First hint of things to come.