Well, to be fair to the Galtists, who DOESN’T want this:
As I write this though, it occurs to me that in Rand’sAtlas Shrugged
the Galt’s Gulch people ain’t coming back, no matter how badly the
world needs them. They’re done with us; the creation of their utopia
isn’t meant to inspire hope. It’s pretty much a big “fuck you” to the
rest of the world. That’s why I think today’s “Galtists” aren’t looking
to create an ideal society – they want to beraptured.
Creating
ideal societies that reflect your core beliefs? Too much work. They
want to be whisked off to a magical kingdom where what they perceive to
be their gifts will be recognized and rewarded while the rest of us
accursed hoi polloi deal with the tribulation and Obama’s tax plan.
Anytime somebody wants to whisk me away to a magical kingdom where my gifts will be recognized and rewarded with cotton candy and unicorns and ferrets of all shapes and sizes and single-malt scotch on tap, you know where to find me, I’m just saying.
Seriously, from the talk about the Coming IslamoFascist Invasion to the bitching about immigration and affirmative action all the way back to Y2K disaster-preparedness I keep seeing the same people popping up, people who are convinced that in some other universe, in some other reality, they’d just be fucking KING, so bring on the doomsday scenario already. And by “bring it on” they mean bring it to them, and set it on the TV tray, Mom, and then go back upstairs.
A.