A spoiled five-year-old gathers up teddy bear and blankie and goes to a parent, who is busy cleaning up the messes the child has made, and says, “If I can’t have all the cookies I want I’m going to run away!”
The parent looks up, says “Good-bye!” and goes back to work.
There is nothing left for the spoiled child but a temper tantrum, “I mean it! I’m leaving!”
The Randians are engaging in temper tantrums all over the internet. They have threatened to ‘go John Galt’ and to their great dismay are discovering that the grown-ups are too busy cleaning up their messes to pay attention to them.
Randian philosophy has always been essentially childish, rooted the the five-year-old’s wail of “Mine!” and unwilling to accept adult responsibilites. It glorifies selfishness and narcisism, cooing “Greed is good,” only slightly less repulsively than Gordon Gecko. They don’t want to share their toys.
So to all those ‘creative elites’ who are stamping their feet, holding their breaths until they turn blue, and yelling that they really mean it, they are going away, there can be only one response.
Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.