Talking The Talk
Shorter John Galt:
- Give me liberty or give me death!
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Hanxx! Jesse Taylor.
There speaks a man with the courage of his convictions.
2) I’ve made this point before, but I think it bears re-emphasizing as it might not be obvious to someone unfamiliar with this site: I really, really don’t want to ever actually have to go “John Galt”. Now I still feel quite certain that the only way to avoid having to do so is to show that you actually are willing to.
Maybe he should have named his site “ReallyWillingToActuallyGoGaltIfIHaveTo.” And every post should start, “I really mean it! REALLY!! I’ll really really do it if you absolutely make me and THEN YOU’LL BE SORRY!!!”
The Simpsons:
Karl – “I’d do it, except for one thing.”
Lenny – “What’s that?”
Karl – “I don’t wanna.”
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Lloyd Llewelyn, by Daniel Clowes:
Man in crowd – “Somebody oughtta do something!”
Lloyd – “I would, except for one thing.”
Man in crowd – “What’s that?”
Lloyd – “I’m a pussy.”
Now I still feel quite certain that the only way to avoid having to do so is to show that you actually are willing to.
Ah, the “baring your teeth” strategy.
That works so well for my cat at the vet.
Huh? Wuh???
Is his point that his “job”–encouraging others to go Galt–is too important to go Galt? Isn’t that anti-Randian?
Now he has Going John Guilt.
Oliver Cromwell
I’d just like to mention here that I’m tired of these people giving me a bad name. Thank you.
RB FTW!
It’s like I’ve always said, nothing says abandoning civilization quite like purchasing a domain name.
In the comments:
I quit my job and I’m going back to college for further degrees. So I shall be producing no wealth for a least two years, perhaps more. Does this count as going John Galt?
Fuckwit
Is his point that his “job”–encouraging others to go Galt–is too important to go Galt?
Objectivism is partly defined as “the proper moral purpose of one’s life is the pursuit of one’s own happiness or rational self-interest”.
Apparently, his altruism is getting in the way of his rational self-interest. This means he must be sent away to Vulcan to undergo the Kolinahr to achieve true arei’mnu.
It gets better.
You can read this:
on a website with this as its masthead:
And from the “About This Site” section:
Maybe the subtlety is all on the placement of the quotation marks, and I’m just not picking it up.
Man in crowd – “Somebody oughtta do something!”
Lloyd – “I would, except for one thing.”
Man in crowd – “What’s that?”
Lloyd – “I’m a pussy.”
That’s Objectivism for you, right there.
I wonder if anyone has ever pointed out to them that what they are proposing is actually “going on strike”, which we all know is a tactic employed by the organized labor parasites in order hold the producers hostage and secure an even greater share of the wealth that would, under the system of slavery/indentured servitude they advocate, be theirs, all theirs.
Whatever happened to that Penn State woman who was always writing blog posts about her perfect Objectivist husband? She was a great Sadly punching bag.
Jennifer: In classic parlance, when the producers (i.e., management) goes on ‘strike’ it’s called a lockout. In South America, trucking companies would try to help overthrow leftist regimes by staging blockades.
These types think Ayn Rand was the 1st OMG evar to think of having other elements of the social structure than organized labor striking.
And these nitwit small business and middle management types think they rank among the “producers”, because their version of capitalism has producers, parasites, and gubmit, and, that’s it, because, um, shut up.
I don’t mind if they don’t “labor for the government” as long as they stay off my roads, out of my public buildings, stop using my water, don’t call my police or fire departments, etc., etc., etc., …
Does this guy walk around with a sandwich board that says, “I am a weenie!”?
“I wish I could help, but I don’t want to.”
— Phoebe Buffet
These kids should really be in summer camp.
Well there’s your homeschooled kid, right there. Too
dumbignorant to understand what “Going Galt” actually means and too big of a pussy to actually try it anyway.Just one question for the Galt-goers:
If they decide to locate their Galt’s Gulch in Idaho, will they be requiring the Postal Service to spend $46,000 a year to fly in their mail?
And will they complain loudly to their Senators if their copy of Reason magazine is late?
I got into a debate with a co-worker yesterday, because I overheard him and another co-worker seriously discussing Atlas Shagged. I probably went overboard with the giggling, and the “she spent 800 pages to expound a philosophy that only takes two words to explain: BE SELFISH” comment.
But he’s a really sensible guy (usually) not a wingnut, so I couldn’t leave it unchallenged. He told me the book was given him by a cousin who lived in Chile in the 1970s, one who didn’t like Allende, claiming all manner of atrocities and societal breakdown that only a strongman like Pinochet could counter, therefore socialism sucks. So I asked him to explain Hugo Chavez and the non-breakdown of Venezuela. That was a head scratcher, all right, he admitted.
And I went off about Rand’s disgusting depiction of women (by a woman!) who thought being raped was really dreamy and exciting, which he could only counter by saying, well, it was written back when women were a lot more oppressed than today – which got an “oh, really?” from me.
Then it went into a discussion about how society is a lot more complicated than that and no one person acting alone can invent anything on the scale of large scale power generators and invisibility shields and yadda yadda… at least I got him to think about Holmes’ quote: “I like paying taxes, it’s how I buy civilization.”
If they decide to locate their Galt’s Gulch in Idaho, will they be requiring the Postal Service to spend $46,000 a year to fly in their mail?
Nah. Tristero will provide postal services for the Gulchers at below-market rates.
I really, really don’t want to ever actually have to go “John Galt”. Now I still feel quite certain that the only way to avoid having to do so is to show that you actually are willing to.
Note to self: Wingnut + Atlas Shrugged + Catch-22 = paydirt
I’m surprised that the Post Office is able to run that route for only $46,000 per year. Sounds like a bargain to me – less than $1,000 per week to service a remote route by plane? It’s why we have a government postal service monopoly – because otherwise, FedEx or UPS would be charging those folks at least $3,000 each per year for the privilege of mail service.
We Await Silent Tristero’s Empire
We await silent Trystero’s empire.
Not for nothing, but that much-maligned Dirty Fucking proto-Hippie, Henry David Thoreau, went Galt™ for real a hundred years before Galt was just a glimmer in Atlas‘ eye.
He didn’t last long out in the wilderness, but that wasn’t really the point of Walden. Thoreau wanted to remove himself from a dysfunctional society in order to reconnect with humanity and the spiritual, and by doing so improve society; Galt’s sole message was “I got mine, fuck you,” which has captured the self-obsessed teenage id of regressive adults ever since.
Dentistry is theft.
Just wanted to remind everyone.
Is this guy’s “amazingly hot” wife also in on the Going Galt But Not Just Yet deal? Is this a family affair?
P.S. Don’t miss the second commenter, an accountant who is so Galt, he calls himself Maroon (in Spanish).
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This.
Just so there’s no misunderstanding, I’d never “out” anyone else. I respect that others may come to a different relative valuation of secrecy and publicity than I have,
Some folks know me as John Reale, and others as Johnathan Reale. And a bunch of folks know me as Chano, but that’s neither here nor there.
..and a select few know me a “Trixie”, but if I told you who those people are, it would be like “outing” them.
Dentistry is theft.
For what my (Giuliani-loving) dentist charges, it sure as damn fucking is…
“Amazingly hot”?
The doctor went galt and left her without her shots?
From the about: And with a little help, this blog just might help coordinate the concrete actions needed to show the world who’s really in charge.
Any opinions on who he thinks is really in charge?
P.S. Don’t miss the second commenter, an accountant who is so Galt, he calls himself Maroon (in Spanish).
I saw that. Former tax accountant too.
I pity him/her when the IRS gets around to that…so many people have tried the “16th Amendment is illegal” (conveniently forgetting that it had to be passed by 75% of the states, which effectively nullifies any complaints on that regard) gambit and as a former tax accountant, he/she should have known better.
Screwed without benefit of a drink and lubrication first.
“Amazingly hot”?
I speak nutcase.
TRANSLATION:
“I can look at her naked and not be repulsed, altho I’d still rather be the bottom for a gang of bikers.”
“Going John Galt”, eh?
How did I miss this tidbit from hsi sidebar:
Dept. of Self-Promotion: Need an intelligent Java/PHP/Rails/Flex/Ajax programmer for project/PT/FT work? Drop me a line.
So he’s already “Gone Galt”, or more precisely “Been Galted” by the corporatocracy that decided he was redundant.
So he’s using “going Galt” to be basically interchangable with “whacking off to gangbang porn tapes all day”… crap, maybe that’s what they’ve been talking about all along. OK, it all makes sense now…
And so the would-be Galt-goer slinks away with all the defiant semi-pride of the teenager who snarls “I’m gonna kick your fuckin’ ass!” at someone who bumps into him at the multiplex before realizing that his intended duelling partner seems like the sort of person who might have done time in jail, the military, or both, and is apparently bemused at the idea that this scrawny juvenile thinks that he can get out of a fight with any number of his teeth intact. The teenager insists to his friends that he has better things to do, doesn’t wanna do time for sending a dude to the hospital, etc. before shuffling off to his beater of a car.
The Goddamn Batman Goes Commando Inside His Underwear/Costume,
Yea, except he has the same reaction when it’s an eight year licking a lollipop.
It’s easy, in our modern a-go-go society of lifestyle, to lose sight of just how truly Charenton-loony their “going Galt” trope really is.
It’s like saying “going invisible,” and citing it as something one could do if only one had the will. Meanwhile, in the book from which they take this delusion, the only people who actually do “go Galt” are either tycoons, whose wealth permits them to “stop supporting the leeches,” or a few artists or artisans, whose basic needs are met in an entirely (and childishly) made-up hidden commune in the mountains–one which comes fully equipped with unlimited energy and science fiction concealment from the rest of the world.
Wing-nuts talking seriously about going Galt are like children talking seriously about growing up to be Batman–or, worse, Green Lantern, assuming that somehow the Lantern of Power (or whatever the fuck it’s called) will somehow come into their possession. For children, it’s cute. For adults, it’s beyond pathetic, and verges on the pathological.
Holy shit! Sounds to me like these Objectivists are Totally Fucking Hardcore! We better give them whatever they want or society will surely fall like an angel-food-cake in an earthquake! Yikes!
“If I threaten to run away & hide if I don’t get my way, then change my mind & whine about how scary that is & that I’m just too busy to do it right now – THEN you’ll be sorry!”
Sure enough … I’m sorry these folks’ parents couldn’t’ve used contraception more often.
an entirely (and childishly) made-up hidden commune in the mountains–one which comes fully equipped with unlimited energy and science fiction concealment from the rest of the world.
M. Night Whatever’s “The Village.” They weren’t a bunch of lunatics who thought the way to deal with the horrors of modern life was to revisit the horrors of pre-modern life, they were GALT!
Some folks know me as John Reale, and others as Johnathan Reale. And a bunch of folks know me as Chano, but that’s neither here nor there.
You can call me Ray, or you can call me Jay…
..and a select few know me a “Trixie”
What’s galt for the goose is galt for the gander.
You can call me Ray, or you can call me Jay…
His name is McGill. And he calls himself Lil. But everyone knows him as Nancy.
You just CAN’T make this stuff up. From the comments on the “going Malt” website:
“I was of all things, a tax accountant when I started questioning authority. After researching tax law, I came to the realization that the individual income tax is wholly unconstitutional and legally indefensible (by the government) based on written Supreme Court decisions and the 13th Amendment.”
So this clown who owes his whole living to taxes (by doing them for people) hates taxes. Same guy, farther down:
“For now I belong to a bunch of libertarian organizations and forums and am trying to build an online marketing business.”
I’m sure he’ll be willing to pay money for every byte sent or received by all the nodes in between him and his readership, too.
I understand them now.
the second commenter, an accountant who is so Galt,
Um, excuse me, but why does an accountant consider himself to be Galt-esque? Accountants aren’t producers, they aren’t creators of wealth(although some accounting can be very creative, I give you that) – they are basically service providers. So are dentists and doctors and lawyers.
They’re all there to provide service to people. So how can an accountant “Go Galt”?
You can call me Ray, or you can call me Jay…
His name is McGill. And he calls himself Lil. But everyone knows him as Nancy.
Worthless?! Ha! Ha! Ha! (cough cough) Not to Melanie Haber!
Melanie Haber?
You may remember her as… Audrey Farber?
Audrey Farber?
Susan Underhill?
Susan Underhill?
How about Betty Jo Bialowski!?
Betty Jo Bialowski! I hadn’t heard that name since college. Everyone knew her as Nancy. Then it all came rushing back to me like the hot kiss at the end of a wet fist. It was Pig Night at the Oh Mony Padme Sigma House. We had escaped from the crowd and stood trembling under the dwarf maples…
They’re all there to provide service to people. So how can an accountant “Go Galt”?
I believe the correct answer is “It is central to my point”
This reminds me of some guy who invented some metal alloy thingy. It was super sweet, but when he tried to sell it, the existing steel makers used back-room dealings to keep him out of the market. He complained to the government, but they had done away with collectivist anti-trust regulations. Not discouraged, he kept working at it and eventually started to make some money. Then the steel makers just made the same alloy he had invented and sold it at half the price. He complained to the government, but they had done away with providing special rights to inventors for the collective good, as that was also collectivist. In his ultimate despair, our hero went galt, and no one gave a shit.
trying to build an online marketing business
There speaks another true artist, genius producer o’ wealth. If he goes Galt, we will surely miss his viagra-touting spam-mails.
Worthless?! Ha! Ha! Ha! (cough cough) Not to Melanie Haber!
You need a pickle and a brown paper bag to do that routine properly.
Also, pick up your cues from the cellophane, they’re about to scorch.
Melanie Haber? Audrey Farber? Susan Underhill?
How about… Betty Jo Bialowski?!
The “Going Galters” are finally realizing that, unlike the character John Galt, they don’t actually produce anything that can’t be replaced in a microsecond by a well-trained monkey. Since they can’t withhold anything of any actual importance, they couldn’t “Go Galt” even if they did actually have the balls to quit their job.
trying to build an online marketing business
“trying” being the operative phrase here – most likely meaning “lacking in money, talent, skill, resources, or all the above”.
Dammit, actor212 beat me to it!
I hope I get back before all this dry ice melts…
Joe Max said,
May 13, 2009 at 18:39
Too slow. Here, have another oil beer and a handful of Dudley™ pignuts.
Those are your cues and you’d better pick them up out of the cellophane before they scorch.
ARGH!
Pere…you rat bassid!
That’s OK, I’ve got a can of cool, refreshing Bear Whiz Beer (“It’s in the water!”©) that I picked up at Giant Toad Supermarket (“Drop your load on the Giant Toad!”©)
Don’t eat with your hands, son, use your entrenching tool.
Too slow. Here, have another oil beer and a handful of Dudley™ pignuts.
That’s OK, I’ve got a can of cool, refreshing Bear Whiz Beer (”It’s in the water!”©)
I don’t think that’s going to help your slowness as much as Looseners Castor Oil Flakes©
Goll-ee, dad, I’m just trying to save time! It’s not every day a kid gets to Go Galt!
Where do you go when you’re toad away?
Here, have another oil beer and a handful of Dudley™ pignuts.
And with that much oil beer in the American working man, he’ll be more than glad to turn out the lamps of the world!
(soooo not surprised to find that many Sadlynauts are also Fireheads)
So this clown who owes his whole living to taxes (by doing them for people) hates taxes.
No, no, no, no, no. He used to do people’s taxes. Now he makes his money by advising people not to pay taxes and getting paid for said advice.
More minor, unimportant news from our staunch allies in the government of Colombia, unworthy of news coverage here in the U.S.:
The director of the DAS just before this period was conservative President Uribe’s reelection campaign manager, Jorge Noguera, who was later arrested for collaborating with the right wing death squad narco-paramilitaries, and now has been charged with actually ordering the murders of an academic and two union organizers.
Anyone, though, who thinks this in any way says anything about the President who put Noguera in charge of DAS and let him run his re-election campaign is a hyperactive radical fringe leftie, who doesn’t understand that the real problem is of course always Hugo Chavez.
These kids should really be in summer camp.
“You can’t make me do crafts! I’m gonna take my popsicle sticks and go and THEN YOU’LL BE SORRY!”
trying to build an online marketing business
Marketing? How super-productive Übermensch is that! It is to swoon!
There’s gotta a PARASITIC OBJECTIVIST bumper sticker out there somewhere, no matter what Google says.
Righteous Bubba said,
May 13, 2009 at 19:26
There’s gotta a PARASITIC OBJECTIVIST bumper sticker out there somewhere, no matter what Google says.
You give me a design and I’ll silkscreen it onto a shirt. Not that I’m a Producer or anything of the sort, I don’t do it for money.
The B Ark is getting awfully crowded
Make your sandwich *quickly.* You’re holding up the line!
I read Rand all day and night
Despite my role as parasite
I love a woman with a delicate grip.
@El Cid —
But I think the trajectory has changed in South America overall, from right-wing paramilitaries and IMF BS to some chance of improvement in people’s lives. This will be a different, better hemisphere when Brazil et al. are major powers economically.
You can read this:
I would hardly call this a “Going John Galt” website. It will be someday, but the strategy isn’t developed enough yet.
on a website with this as its masthead:
Going “John Galt”
Loving this country enough to leave it / Loving this country enough to save it
Sounds like somebody’s just crying out for a DNS attack.
Attempt at a shorter:
Give me liberty or give me slight inconvenience. Wel, actually, if you could hold off on that, too, it’d be helpful.
I was there when the Parasitic Objectivists opened for the Dead at Meadowlands. Awesome show.
So which one finally ends up with the Galtese Falcon in this flick?
So which one finally ends up with the Galtese Falcon in this flick?
Sidney Galtstreet.
Maybe the subtlety is all on the placement of the quotation marks, and I’m just not picking it up.
Obviously it should be “Going” John Galt.
I am always amused by the Galters who completely miss the point of Galting. Take the present angry pinhead, for example.
First, the goal is to show the world. Not, mind you, to change the world, nor to make one’s own space in the world. Rand had Galt at least, you know, actually do something. The whole idea was that only by actually Galting it up could one “be free.”
Second, they invariably present it ecbatically. I guess this is similar to my first item but I think it represents a subtly different part of the Galtist psyche. That is, it’s like prohecy to them, “such and such happened so that the prohecy was fulfilled.”
So in conclusion, PENIS.
Humphrey Bogalt
If they’ve got delusions of being titans of industry, can’t they just follow Dubya’s example and Go John DeLorean? I understand it’s quite a rush, and also has the South American Fascist Regime seal of approval.
What does it mean when reality comes waaay too close to The Onion?
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/28559
Humphrey Bogalt
Jonathan Livingston Seagalt
Most of these gomers are nothing but silly poseurs. But as Heinlein pointed out in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, “Give me Liberty or give me Death!” translated into English means: “Do things my way or I’ll kill us both!” Some of them are dangerous.
The interducks is a strange and wonderful place.
Galtiyan, the movie.
“The movie is about three Muslim boys who step into the world of terrorists and jihad, and suffer the consequences.
Galt Ian, Dentists in Greenock …
So I’m easily amused.
Poop, and such as.
So which one finally ends up with the Galtese Falcon in this flick?
Galt Hat. We don’t need no stinking badgers.
Tarnsman of Galt (1967) ISBN 0-345-27583-7
Outlaw of Galt (1967) ISBN 0-345-27136-X
Priest-Kings of Galt (1968) ISBN 0-7592-0036-X
Nomads of Galt (1969) ISBN 0-75925-445-1
Assassin of Galt (1970) ISBN 0-75920-091-2
Raiders of Galt (1971) ISBN 0-75920-153-6
Captive of Galt (1972) ISBN 0-75920-105-6
Hunters of Galt (1974) ISBN 0-75920-130-7
Marauders of Galt (1975) ISBN 0-75920-141-2
Tribesmen of Galt (1976) ISBN 0-75925-446-X
Slave Girl of Galt (1977) ISBN 0-75920-454-3
Beasts of Galt (1978) ISBN 0-75921-125-6
Explorers of Galt (1979) ISBN 0-75921-167-1
Fighting Slave of Galt (1980) ISBN 0-75921-173-6
Rogue of Galt (1981) ISBN 0-75921-179-5
Guardsman of Galt (1981) ISBN 0-75921-368-2
Savages of Galt (1982) ISBN 0-75921-374-7
Blood Brothers of Galt (1982) ISBN 0-75921-380-1
Kajira of Galt (1983) ISBN 0-75921-926-5
Players of Galt (1984) ISBN 0-75921-932-X
Mercenaries of Galt (1985) ISBN 0-75921-944-3
Dancer of Galt (1986) ISBN 0-75921-950-8
Renegades of Galt (1986) ISBN 0-75921-956-7
Vagabonds of Galt (1987) ISBN 0-75921-980-X
Magicians of Galt (1988) ISBN 0-75921-986-9
Witness of Galt (2001) ISBN 0-7592-4235-6
Prize of Galt (2008) ISBN 0-7592-4580-0
You forgot Al of
GorGaltThis is kind of fascinating, really.
Like they realized, midway through packing their hobo knapsacks, that none of us cared if they lived or died, and that their disappearances would mean absolutely jackshit overall, not taking anything away from the rest of us, not even inconveniencing us in the slightest.
Improving our lives by vanishing, in all probability.
Of course, they can’t actually *say* that, because the whole deck of cards would come tumbling down and they’d be left with nothing but some shitty literature by a Russian petty aristocrat that they wasted their lives on, so they have to say “obviously we’re too important, so we can’t leave. But we were gonna! Wouldn’t you have been sad?”
Again, no. Fuck off.
Jonathan Livingston Seagalt
And his successor, Steven Seagalt.
Oooh, a freelance PHP/Java programmer! How will we ever get along as a society without him? It’s not like there’s a whole subcontinent of similarly-skilled programmers who are willing to do his job for what he’d consider hobo wages out there…
And the famous writer, Galt Vidal.
Galt Vidal was in Galtaca with teh sexay Ethan Hawke.
http://nces.ed.gov/nceskids/createagraph/default.aspx
“For now I belong to a bunch of libertarian organizations and forums and am trying to build an online marketing business.”
Parasite, using the guvmint controled internet thusly. He should create a new, one-hunnert-percent private sector series of t00bz.
Personally, I would be keenly interested to know what the statistical correlation between spammers and libertarianism is.
At my school, the people like this are in the program that basically corresponds to the A+ exam, which has to be the easiest thing on the planet. Yet they still manage to be failures in life, probably due to some combination of idiocy and Halo 2.
I had to take a class with these types (well-rounded education and all that…) and I feel accomplished to have made it out of there without a felony murder rap.
I imagine Galt-Guy in a hostage situation, holding a gun to his own head and screaming to the police, “One move and this guy gets it.”
I ask because I refuse to subject myself to Ayn Rand’s writing.
From his Project page:
Is this really the point of “Going Galt” (when John Galt did it)? Doesn’t that make him a treasonous fifth column type?
Yes. BEST TANTRUM EVER.
Yes, it does. That, and the fact that Rand was a vehement atheist, makes it utterly amusing that these wingnut types consider her to be a heroine of their “conservatism.”
The same old place? Oh, you must mean the old Same place. It’s out back. Here’s the key.
I think that they finally realized that their threats of “Going Galt” were falling on deaf ears in the LIEbrul community. (Or, for that matter, hopeful ears. “Yes, please” was the refrain.) And, since their entire objective is to “piss off liberals,” they decided to do what would actually piss us off: stick around.
I suggest that we DFHs counterattack by Going Slack™.
I imagine Galt-Guy in a hostage situation, holding a gun to his own head and screaming to the police, “One move and this guy gets it.”
And then when the cops start laughing, he blurts out, “Don’t laugh! You’re next!”
You see the fate of the comment i left on the Gone Galt site. I do not expect it to survive ‘moderation,’ but then
Seriously though, we’re talking about a group of people – secretly planning on taking actions to precipitate the “ultimate collapse of American society”. Don’t conservatives have a standard method of dealing with people like that? Something that rhymes with “Shmehanced Interrogation Techniques”?
No reason you should. Rand is to both literature and philosophy what Limibaugh is to political commentary…
Woody, I expect that “moderation” is some software thing scanning for spam or profanities. I saw much worse comments, and posted one critical of John Reale (the Spanish coin) myself.
The vision of Galt’s Gulch promoted by these nimrods sounds a lot like Peaksville. They see themselves as the Anthony character and like the idea of wishing parasites into the cornfield.
“I’d like to stay and help, only I’m not going to.”
— Ford Prefect, Life, the Universe, and Everything
here is how i envision the typical sadlynaut…
http://www.knoxnews.com/photos/2009/may/13/55869/
I am no longer 4’6″!
hey, here’s an example of people “going galt”…
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,519965,00.html
yeah, it’s blacks against non-blacks but hey, just sayin’…
I would prefer not to go Galt.
You don’t need a clock around your neck to know what time it is at Bob’s!”
On the other hand, it doesn’t hurt at S,N!
http://www.knoxnews.com/photos/2009/may/13/55869/
That’s the picture that is going on recruiting posters for the Teabagger Association along with a big “I Want You!”
I appreciate the compliment, but most of the time I’m not wearing my Sunday best and can’t manage to look that good.
What is the matter? In all conscience ’tis time that I were hoing Galt! Would I could make up my mind to—to—
No, that’s my evil twin brother. Really.
ladeeda said,
May 13, 2009 at 22:18
here is how i envision the typical sadlynaut…
Middle name: Wayne
Calling Cecil Adams!
I am troofy! Hear me roar! In numbers (of aliases) too big to ignore!
here is how i envision the typical sadlynaut…
Here is how I envision the typical Republican.
I much prefer going “gulp.”
What are the odds? Yet another low-life arrestee/criminal w/ the middle name “Wayne.”
It’s like looking in a mirror.
What’s all this about “Going For A Malt”? How come nobody asked me? I love malts!
What did you say? Oh. Never mind.
Un-Free Willy.
It was my understanding that the majority of Sadlynauts could be identified as one or other of the characters from ‘Red Meat’. Mikey claims to resemble Bug-Eyed Earl, though I also envisage that character when I read M. Bouffant’s comments.
If I were to use a gravatar, it would be Mister Wally.
hey, how ’bout those african-americans going galt? you know, by refusing to patronize non-black-owned businesses?
Here is how I envision the typical Republican.
I don’t know about repigs being like a “Giant Claw”. I’m leaning more along the lines of “Giant Cowardly Gasbags”
i present a real-life and current example of a group of people “going galt” and you have nothing to say?
What about those evil darkies, libs? Huh? HUH?????
Must be a slow day for the regulars. Me getting a jump on MB is precious.
I am not a Troof, I am not a Troof!
However, I am this guy: http://tinyurl.com/q6awv7
I’d always hoped the commentariat was just waiting to be like this
Also: “Not Giant Craw, Giant CRAW!”
so i can put you guys down for “no opinion”? lol
“What about those evil darkies, libs? Huh? HUH?????”
translation: “my honest answer would be hypocritical so i’ll just….HEY, BUNNIES!!”
Troofus, even though it was just an attempt to make your idiotic point,you have insinuated nigras contribute valuable things to society. This is grounds for disbarment. How do you plead?
The aliens are going galt! Alien spaceship lands: ‘Greys’ make contact
Seriously. At Businessweek right now.
If by “over-enthusiastic” one means “slug-like in his retired indolence,” sure.
Nothing wrong w/ my thyroid though.
“nigras”
that’s it…let out the latent racism via projection…is it as cathartic as it seems to be?
hey, at least the blacks participating in the experiment are willing to walk the walk and incovenience themselves to prove a point, unlike the poser you quoted in the post…
he should just say he’s gonna go galt as soon as his period stops. It seems a bit pusillanimous to me.
He should take a clue from Sam Jackson in the negotiator and at least pretend to have gone galt for a few years. It wouldn’t take much effort, he simply has to shutthefuckup.
Alien spaceship lands: ‘Greys’ make contact
South Dakota to legalize Grey marriage!!!
Sorry dude, I spent two years in Australia developing an immunity to Iadeeda powder.
“South Dakota to legalize Grey marriage!!!”
haha, that was good
Alien spaceship lands: ‘Greys’ make contact
Right. Cuz a minor Businessweek blogger woudl break this story.
Still, it was pretty funny.
I like pie.
We just got a call Troofus was accusing anyone, anywhere of projection or being a poser.
Where Galtians can go for a vacation.
How convenient that all power at the mall & so on stopped working.
Alien at telepathic digital television tuner/mind-control box: “No intelligent life here, just herd animals consuming. Let’s go.”
Why do they always confuse “site” & “sight?”
since none of you noobz are going to give me a straight answer, could you at least give me a GAY answer?
*ba-dump CHING!*
i crack myself up
oh well, my work is done: another group of moonbats PWNED by tough questions. buh-bye
My own brilliance made me come inside Mommy’s favorite panties.
*ba-dump CHING!*
I’m sorry, I’m too stupid to differentiate between a drum-roll & a cash register.
I like to *ba-dump* a lot, though.
Stop hitting yourself, me!!
Why do they always confuse “site” & “sight?”
Better question is why the reporter misspelled it and the editor let it slip by.
http://www.knoxnews.com…
The St. Petersburg Times mug shot page is better.
I declare victory! I win! I am the MAN! I must sing my song now.
I am troofy, hear me roar!
In aliases too many to ignore!
And I know too much to go back to my mommy’s tit!
I thought “going Galt” was going off the grid and being self-sufficient; otherwise, Dr. and Dr. Mrs. Professor could just go Galt by only dining at douchebag-owned restaurants.
And I know too much to go back to my mommy’s tit!
Perhaps, but we have pictures.
I’ve been going Galt on Arby’s for decades now.
Now THAT’S a redneck!
Link fail
http://mugshots.s3.amazonaws.com/mugs/1353936.jpg?
Frik. FYPCSO…
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Back to one…
Line, dammit?
Oh right…
“Now THAT’S a redneck!”
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WELL THAT’S ENUF PWNING YOU LIBS GOT TO GO WILL KICK ASS LTR
Oh, look at me, I’m a vegetarian so I’ve gone Galt on meat! I’ve also gone Galt on Regnery books, the National Review, and voting for Republicans! Hell, I’m so fucking Galt I’ve even gone Galt on the “Going John Galt” blog. It’s how I roll.
I’m so Galt, I haven’t watched the All-Star Game since they played to a tie in ’02.
Yo’ mama is so Galt that when *she* sits around the house, she ain’t even there.
I’ve “gone Galt” on enlisting in the military. I’m much too busy writing my “going Galt” blog.
Let’s pretend for a second that all these Rugged Individualist all ride out for Galtic Ave. (its been in your Monopoly set for years, you just haven’t been able to see it ’cause of the cloaking device). How could we even tell?
Nearly as I can reckon, our economy loses a couple of 3rd-tier Law profs, a handful of assistant DAs, and a gaggle of half-assed bloggers whose sole contribution to the Great Conversation consists of mining other peoples’ news stories for daily nuggets of poutrage.
Yo momma is so Galt, when she leaves it takes her three hours to say goodbye.
As I was going down the stairs
I met a man who threatened not to be there if I didn’t recognise his superior contribution to society.
He was threatening not to be there if I didn’t recognise his superior contribution to society again today.
I wish that man would go away.
I wish that man would go away.
Excellent.
when she leaves it takes her three hours to say goodbye.
Also excellent.
Pity I have to go Galt from the toobz for a while – this is just getting fun.
Give me liberty or or I give you dearth!
Yo momma’s so Galt, she can’t stop posting on the Internet about how one of these days she’s gonna stick it to NObama by quitting her Skittles-alphabetizing job.
sole contribution to the Great Conversation consists of mining other peoples’ news stories for daily nuggets of poutrage.
What? That doesn’t go on here!!!
Smut takes this one.
Smut takes this one.
Doesn’t he always?
You momma so galt she totally was gonna go galt but she already went galt on dieting and now shes too galt to fit thru da door!
Who will stop the motor of the world? Not Me!
Who won’t let the unproductive members of society leech off of them anymore? Ida Know!
PJ and Jeffy are socialists!
In the movie Galt of the Earth, the mine workers come to the realization that the mine owner is a Randian superman and agree to stop parasitizing him with their demand for wages.
Could someone please explain to me how selective purchasing counts as “going Galt?” I thought the entire point of “going Galt” was to withhold your production (“hehindeed,” weeding out of inferior law school students via suicides wrought of boredom, spilt seed of sad sacks overjoyed to finally find “a woman who tells the truth” about those bitches, &c.) from the wretched parasites of society? Did I miss out on the part where John Galt makes a noble 40-page speech about not buying Heinz ketchup?
Could someone please explain to me how selective purchasing counts as “going Galt?”
Wingnut thought processes are not like ours. One would think that the troll would laud the couple in the story for adhering to the precepts of the “Free Market (so called)”.
“For now I belong to a bunch of libertarian organizations and forums and am trying to build an online marketing business.”
Translation: I’m sitting here wanking and thinking about how much money I’ll make when someone funds my great ideas I got from being a true Objectivist genius like Galt. FAP FAP FAP FAP
Also, they closed the Giant Toad Supermarket down the road from us. We have to go all the way into Hellmouth now to the Shoplifters.
It occurred to me recently that Atlas Shrugged is woefully mistitled. Where Rand’s working title The Strike simply sums up the ultimate action of the heros, the title she went with draws thoughts of a giant “Meh.” A “meh” so large that it might inspire naps, or failing that, yawns.
So when I saw that Atlas Will Shrug protest sign, I imagined it saying, “This will be seen as meaningless.” Dada in a way.
This has absolutely nothing to do with anything here. I just posted something on another site and since I have it all ctrl-c’d I figure what the fuck, might as well post it here too. Someone might actually be interested. ctrl-v:
I presume you’re using the curing method from the linked page. Don’t. I’ve been corning beef and making pastrami for almost 20 years.
WARNING: Once you start making fabulous home cured meats, you WILL be hooked! You’ll get a hankering to make your own sausage too. And salami. And….
By the way, you might want to practice with cheaper cuts of meat than brisket. Whatever is on sale will work just fine – brisket is traditional but not necessary. I frequently use bottom round, eye round, rump roast, whatever is cheap. The process is exactly the same, regardless of the cut of meat.
First, get some Prague powder (#1). Also called pink salt, a.k.a. sodium nitrite. Use the prague powder (according to directions) instead of brining. You only need a leetle teeny bit of PP so I developed a “special” method to make it easy and get it right.
Determine how much prague powder you need (it goes by weight so save the sticker on the meat package from the market!). Put it in a smallish mixing bowl. It’s going to be like 1/8 to 3/8 tsp. for most pieces you’re likely to cure.
Add the following, for each pound of meat. Amounts are *very* inexact – if you think you’d like more or less, of any of them, go for it.
1 Tbsp. of pickling spice Pickling spice is coriander, bay, mustard seed and many other shits).
1/2 Tbsp. granulated garlic (NOT garlic salt!)or 1 clove crushed garlic.
1/2 Tbsp. brown sugar.
1/2 to 3/4 tsp. cracked black pepper (to your preference)
1/2 tsp. sweet paprika (not hot paprika or smoked)
1/2 tsp. kosher salt
For pastrami, use the upper end of the black peeper range or even more. Also, add 3/4 tsp. ground coriander.
Until I got my vacuum sealer I just used large ziploc bags for the next step. Thoroughly blend the curing mixture then rub it firmly into the meat. Yeah, baby, rub that meat. All over. Oh – trim any fat cap to about 1/8 inch or less – the cure doesn’t penetrate fat as well as it does muscle. Seal the meat in the bag (yes, you can and should try to suck out as much air as you can if using a zip loc).
Put the meat in a shallow bowl large enough for it to lay flat. Put a plate or something on top of the meat and a weight on top of that. Canned beans or veggies or whatever works well. Put the meat in the fridge and have a beer. Twice a day, massage the meat (in the bag!) and turn it over and reweight it.
Let it cure at least three days and pretty much as long as you like. Heh, once it’s cured, it’s CURED! It’ll keep for frigging ever, almost.
Cooking:
Rinse the meat thoroughly. Soak it in a big pot of cold, fresh water for an hour or so. Also see below for the salt-only cure.
For corned beef, place meat in a large pot with cold water to cover. Optionally (but recommended) make a bouquet garni by tieing into a cheesecloth purse, 1 -2 Tbsp. pickling spice and a tsp. each of thyme, sage and savory if you’ve got it. Savory is a hugely underappreciated and underused herb which… ahem.
Bring the water to a gentle simmer. DO NOT LET IT BOIL. Skim off any scum in the first 30 minutes (it’s just protein foam, don’t get worried). Cover loosely and simmer for three hours. After 2 or 2 1/2 hours you can check it for doneness. Stick a butter knife or skewer or whatever in – you will be able to tell when it’s tender all the way through. To put it over the top, remove the meat but don’t drain the pot. Place the meat fat side up on an oven proof dish – a shallow casserole pan works great. Raise the burner heat,toss some quartered potatoes in the pot and boil gently for about 15 minutes, or until done. Scoop out the spuds and strew them around the meat in the casserole. Toss some quartered green cabbage in the pot. Lightly sprinkle some (maybe 2 or so T.) brown sugar on the meat, especially on the fat cap. Put the dish under a preheated broiler until the sugar gets bubbly and caramelizes. Don’t overcook the fucking cabbage either! Get over there and check the god damn cabbage already! It only takes like three minutes to cook, sheesh. Four, tops.
Fionally, slice the meat across the grain. A dollop butter on the cabbage and also on the potatoes is the nuts. Salt and pepper also. Make sure you serve with some mustard (NO YELLOW SHIT MUSTARD EITHER! BROWN mustard!) on the side. Also, rye bread and beer are excellent accompaniments.
As for PASTRAMI: After soaking the meat in fresh water, dry and rub with more black pepper and ground coriander. 1 or 2 T each. Some garlic don’t hurt neiver. Smoke *slowly*, 200F four to six hours. When it’s done, wrap in foil and let it rest for at least two hours.
Note: If you don’t want nitrates you’re a silly person but that’s okay. You can use salt and spices. Use kosher salt, about 1 Tbsp. per pound in the rub. Your corned beef will be gray instead of reddish but the flavor will be almost the same. The pastrami might look a bit less appetizing as well. C’est la vie. You will also have to soak the cured meat in several changes of fresh water before cooking. I would say three changes of water over at least 6-8 hours. Just do it overnight, k?
Your momma’s so Galt, she writes forty-page haikus.
Your momma’s so Galt, she invented a motor that runs on her B.O.
Where Rand’s working title The Strike simply sums up the ultimate action of the heros, the title she went with draws thoughts of a giant “Meh.”
Ah. I never knew that was the original title. Methinks she struck out on The Strike as being insufficently snooty and far too appealing to the doughy collectivist masses. Atlas Shrugged needs a modicum of learning to make sense, i.e. you have to know who Atlas is and why his shrugging would be significant, thus selecting for the “higher class” of readers Rand wanted (translation: snotty bastards who want to show off their sooooper geenyous).
WARNING: Once you start making fabulous home cured meats, you WILL be hooked! You’ll get a hankering to make your own sausage too. And salami. And….
“Personally I find pastrami to be the most senusal of the salted cured meats…”
Let’s just hope Galt didn’t use his employer’s laboratories to design and build his Static Electricity-Powered Motor!
Oh yeah: Moe Lane should Go Blart.
Savory is a hugely underappreciated and underused herb which… ahem.
Truer words have never been written. I use savory in many of my (heh heh) meat rubs- gotta dig out my Balkan BBQ rub notes.
And, ahem, CILANTRO!
Also, you can do the same thing with pork. I’ve never tried smoking it but corning and boiling is damn fine.
Be sure to take any leftover cabbage, chop it up finely with some cooked kale, and mash it up with some praties. Drench the whole in some high quality butter (I suggest a muthafukkin’ Dijon butter).
Time to do the marketing, I think I will only shop in bald-owned stores.
Also, you can do the same thing with pork. I’ve never tried smoking it but…
Don’t go there. Its a bitch to roll and damn near impossible to keep lit.
Yummm. Colcannon. Yummm.
Yummm. Colcannon. Yummm.
Yeah, it’s all “yum” until it starts farting flaming poo at you…
I think I will only shop in bald-owned stores.
What a coincidence! I only drink in pubs managed by piss-heads.
Ayn Rand’s “Family Circus.”
Not to be confused w/ the The Nietzsche Family Circus. Well, not much.
First, get some Prague powder (#1). Also called pink salt
‘Zat like Niger Yellowcake?
My pastrami sandwich recipe:
Go to Langers. Sit. Order a #1 or a #19. Eat.
Toss some quartered green cabbage in the pot. Lightly sprinkle some (maybe 2 or so T.) brown sugar on the meat, especially on the fat cap. Put the dish under a preheated broiler until the sugar gets bubbly and caramelizes. Don’t overcook the fucking cabbage either! Get over there and check the god damn cabbage already! It only takes like three minutes to cook, sheesh. Four, tops.
Can you cook corned beef with brussel sprouts?
Best pastrami in the world
Where is everyone, anyway? Are you all eating PeeJ’s corned beef?
Fresh Brussels sprouts should be steamed, and served immediately with butter.
Alternatively, they might be quartered and stir-fried with the other fine things that one stir fries.
Yummy!
To Dick Cheney.
Roasted. In a hot oven with bacon.
RB you are the burnt kernel in the perfect bowl of popcorn.
The pebble caught in one’s shoe at the premier of Vertigo.
The burr under the saddle of Secretariat’s win at the Preakness.
I HOPE YUR PROUD OF YURSELF!1one!!
I think we’ve already established that some people like brussels sprouts and some don’t, regardless of whatever combination of fat, seasoning, and mode of preparation one uses. Personally, I love brussels sprouts enough that I can just steam them in the microwave and eat them plain with a bit of salt, but I also like them roasted with soy sauce, sesame oil, and slivered almonds. And they’re delicious. I’m assuming the inability to enjoy brussels sprouts is a genetic disorder, possibly inherited from Satan, the lord of lies.
So I don’t think anyone’s going to be convinced by your recipes.
RB is the toy surprise in a box of Cracker Jacks. It is a Brussels sprout.
No! No! No! You don’t understand how going Galt works! All I have to do is fade out my fonts like this and cue the onanist!
Arrg! It worked in preview!!
Preview is both capricious and sensitive. Our little friend has in the past gone Galt on us more than once and may do so again.
Back in a minute. Gotta go say goodbye to some Galts, if you get my drift.
Heh. What, you have to get a degree in html to get the sucker to behave?
Saw the huge post count, and immediately clicked expecting a knock-down drag out troll fest.
Instead I get recipes being exchanged.
I don’t even KNOW you guys anymore.
The issue with the preview is that it isn’t a preview. It takes whatever you type in and copies it onto the page without any filtering. As a result, you can do all kinds of things in the live preview that the actual commenting system will strip out. I’ve been trying for ages to get a list of acceptable tags next to the comment entry to no avail.
Hmmph. Glad I only attempted one line. Thankx.
I’m Galtin’,
I like Galtin’ with you,
I’m Galtin’,
I hope you like Galtin’ too.
I Galt the Sherriff,
But I did not Galt the deputy, No, no, no!
You…Galt up my pastrami,
You light my days, you light up my salami!
Searching for “going Galt” on YouTube, I came across this guy, who calls himself “the William Still of the 21 Century.” For the low, low price of $2500, he’ll teach you how to move to Colombia and teach English like he has.
Go expat in an unconventional manner, leverage geography, use your money or your moxie, or preferably both, to get more of both. These lessons I got for free.
She’s gone galt, she’s gone galt
she’s gone galt galt galt like an ice cream melt
She’s gone galt she’s gone galt
And when I touch her my hand just froze
Apologies for going back to OP, but…
I’m still baffled that the operator of GoingJohnGalt.com wrote, “I would hardly call this a ‘Going John Galt’ website.”
Bookmark it, Randroids.
I keep drinkin’ Galted milk, tryin’ to drive my blues away.
Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin’, as the flowers is in Galt’s Gulch.
Galted milk, Galted milk, keep rushin’ to my head,
And I have a funny, funny feelin’, and I’m talkin’ all out my Hijacked Radio Signal.
When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one Messiah to dissolve the historic bonds that have connected his subjects with the fundamental beliefs of a bunch of dead white guys, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of Marx entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that I should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
I hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men, womyn, transgendered and questioning individuals deserve equal division of goods, that they are endowed by Me with certain unalienable rights, that among these are the right to abort life, servitude to the state, and the pursuit of taxpayer-supported benefits. That to secure these rights, government is instituted in Me, deriving my just powers from the consent of a Democrat Congress, ACORN, and Universal Voluntary Public Service. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of Me to alter or abolish it, and to institute new Big Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing (with the help of the groups previously named) My powers in such form, as to Me shall seem most likely to effect My subjects’ safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that My government short established should be changed for causes I deem appropriate; and accordingly all my inexperience hath shown that personkind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the oppressive regime instituted by dead white men to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce my subjects under absolute Evil Capitalism, it is My right, it is My duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future Social Security. – Such has been the patient sufferance of these downtrodden victims of Evil Capitalists; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. This history of the present Representative Republic is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute freedom for these victims. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a slavering mainstream media.
This Representative Republic was founded on the principles of limited government, and does not allow Me to make all decisions without impunity.
This Representative Republic allows for too many States’ rights.
This Representative Republic allows Me to serve only two terms in the highest office in the land.
This Representative Republic allows for too much personal freedom, assuming that individuals know best how to spend the money that they earn and how best to live their lives.
This Representative Republic allows for the free market, not all-knowing bureaucrats, to right any wrongs in the economy.
This Representative Republic expects judges to uphold, not enact, law.
This Representative Republic allows private citizens to own firearms, thus allowing them to protect themselves and their family from all intrusions (including those from government).
This Representative Republic does not guarantee electoral outcomes for any one particular party – namely, My party.
This Representative Republic guarantees citizens equality before the law – not social justice as defined by activist judges and legislators.
In every stage of these oppressions, I have petitioned for redress in the least humble terms: My repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Representative Republic, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define oppressive Evil Capitalism, is unfit to be the government of a people yearning for Hope and Change.
Nor have I been wanting in attention to my Global Citizen brethren. I have warned them from time to time of their attempts by their elected leaders to follow in the footsteps of the United States. I have reminded them of the circumstances of America’s many mistakes. I have appealed to their systems of justice and social programs, which I hope to emulate. I have also appealed to our enemies, as I have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow the usurpations of America, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. I must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces America’s sovereignty, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, superiors in war, in peace superiors.
I, therefore, the Messiah of the United States of America, acting of my own volition, appealing to Myself for the rectitude of my intentions, do, in the name, and by the authority of Myself, solemnly publish and declare that the United States ought to be dependent states; that they are absolved from the Tenth Amendment, and that all political connection between them and the Federal Government, is and ought to be of a dependent nature; and that as subservient and dependent states and citizens thereof, they have no power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, or do any other acts and things without express permission from Federal Government thus represented by Me. And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of the Nanny State, I pledge to oversee your lives, your fortunes, and what is left of your sacred honor.
Signed,
BARACK OBAMA
(No other signatories needed)
As long as it mentions ACORN, I’m chill.
Who’s that a-Galtin’?
Ayn the Revelator!
Tell me, who’s that a-Galtin’?
Ayn the Revelator!
Tell me, who’s that a-Galtin’?
Ayn the Revelator!
Wrote the book that the wankers read….
Nothing funnier than loyal (and athletic) supporters of King Shrub the Dimwitted crying about the Dhimmicrats and their Unghastly Powers™.
Weep, pathetic emm-effers!
WEEP!
Whoever wrote that crap the copy-pasta troll just dumped is one demented fucker!
I think somebody‘s butt hurts because they just spent the last 8 years building up a theory of how in a time of war we had an unaccountable magic Unitarded Executrix who was free to use the magic ring to do anything he wanted and Congress and anyone else can go shove it, but in a cruel twist of fate this awesome power was given by the American people to a liberal black guy with a Muslim name instead of a fake Yalie Texan, and now all the cheerboys for Fourthbranch find their underwear is wet with pee.
I’m still baffled that the operator of GoingJohnGalt.com wrote, “I would hardly call this a ‘Going John Galt’ website.”
To be fair, we’re not always sorrowful and negative here.
To be fair, we’re not always sorrowful and negative here.
Happily, I think you’re right.
Also this:
[T]hey just spent the last 8 years building up a theory of how in a time of war we had an unaccountable magic Unitarded Executrix who was free to use the magic ring to do anything he wanted…
Don’t forget how unpatriotic it is to publicly criticize a wartime President. Lookin’ at *you* Cheney, Rove, and Kristol!
Another funny thing about that is that if there were a living analog (or close enough) to a “John Galt” character preparing to remove his incredibly valuable producer self from our parasitizing society, and he happened across this website, he would probably say the exact same thing: “I would hardly call this a ‘Going John Galt’ website.’
Still, even in this fictional, hypothetical instance, it occurs to me that I still have a strong desire to say “Fuck you” to the pompous imaginary “John Galt” twit in that very artificial example, the one that I just wrote in the paragraph above. That’s how much I hate these propertariadouches.
In the basement of a university medical school janitor Mr. Jessup sits naked in total dorkness. The most terrifying experiment in the history of society is out of control…and the subject is himself.
GALTERED STATES
I go out Galting after midnight
Out in the moonlight just like we used to do
I’m always Galting after midnight searching for you
I Galt for miles along the highway
Well that’s just my way of saying I love you
I’m always Galting after midnight searching for you
I stopped to see a weeping willow
Crying on his pillow maybe he’s crying for me
And as the skies turn gloomy
Night blooms will whisper to me I’m lonesome as I can be
I go out Galting after midnight out in the moonlight
Just hoping maybe you’re somewhere Galting after midnight searching for me
These boots were made for Galting
And that’s just what they’ll do
One of these day these boots are gonna Galt all over you
That was fun but now I have to go finish dinner for the Ho
Why, thank you for asking!
braised red cabbage
German potato salad
Wiener schnitzel
down home style egg custard to finish.
I can’t decide: Spätburgunder halbtrocken or Bitburger. Whatcha tink?
Well, I bet you’re wonderin’ “Who’s that girl
Loved by troglodytes around the world?”
I’ll tell you friend, the lady’s name is Rand,
And wingnutty guys, they’re her biggest fans.
None of them have read her screeds,
But only commie faggots read;
Doncha know that we heard it from your book, Ayn?
Not much longer will the trolls whine.
Yeah, okay, you’re going, Galt, fine,
‘Cuz she’s all about the bottom line,
Money, money, yeah.
Nothing makes liberals more mad than the mention of my name.
The mention of Chimpy McBusHitlerBurton is far more infuriating the Ayn Rand.
There are days that I wish we could inline images. (I know there are very good reasons we can’t, and they start with “T” and end with “roofie the pathetic cocksocket”.)
I’m making 100s of millions of dollars and living in a mansion
How do you like that?
I will make $400,000 this year, and I live in a mansion. It’s white.
No woman who isn’t Ann Coulter or their mother gives wingnuts as big a semi as me.
Oh my God, someone still thinks I’m clever? How sad…
I will make $400,000 this year, and I live in a mansion. It’s white.
I have more money than I can count and I forgot how many mansions I own.
Therefore, I should not pay taxes.
I’m the President of the United States, and I’m wildly popular. Like many of my Democratic predecessors, I inherited a Republican mess so big that the American people are willing to cut me a shitload of slack. Thank Allah, because as usual, the Republicans have left such a mess that I’m not sure Hercules himself could clean it up.
I’ll continue to piss off the demented 20% of the population that doesn’t live in reality, then I’ll be re-elected in 2012, and if the Republican candidate is named Palin or Romney, I’ll do it by historic margins. If the Republican candidate doesn’t go by either of those names, I’ll do it by even bigger margins. Have a nice day.
Battlestar Galtactica?
Brandi said, “roofie the pathetic cocksocket ”.)
Now that’s the name of my second album.
That’s not me @5:03. I am still eminently clever as illustrated in the frustration of my impostor. Also.
One of the few bits of German cuisine I’ve liked and made myself is Bratkartoffeln. Basically, you fry sliced potatoes, onion, and diced bacon in a bit of butter or oil. It’ll kill you, but that’s a price worth paying.
Stepping away from the precipice of a heart attack, I recently made and loved this red lentil soup. Turkish, German, same thing these days. Very simple, just vegetable broth, onion, lemon, cumin, paprika (preferably hot – kirmizi aci biber), and a bit of olive oil. And since I can get a kilo of lentils for about €1.60, it’s becoming a staple for me.
FRIED! brussel sprouts should be fried, for gods sake.
We are all here for our angry party.
We are all here for our angry party.
I got started early – I read Ayn Rand’s name somewhere this morning and was so angry I’ve been laughing ever since.
Am I doin it rong?
“Atlas Shrugged” was written by a narcissist, about a coward. Those who would purport to work for social justice need to grow a spine.
Those who would purport to work for social justice need to grow a spine.
I only purport to purport. How many vertebrae do I need?
So!
Lost.
What teh FUCK man?
The fact is… TREASON!
http://www.therightsideoflife.com/?p=6027
As a matter of fact, this thread was all about back until it went off track.
No, Gilchrist, I mean you need to stand up to the many a-holes that throw Rand around like the dmnd bible.
Sorry, my fault, I’m not really good at this posting thing. I always get the tone wrong.
It’s funny…all the little hitler-youth that pop prepubescent erections when you say “Atlas Shrugged,” don’t know what the hell you’re talking about when you say “The Fountainhead.” Fountainhead, of course, being Rand’s watershed where she advocated humanistic genius in the service of the poor.
No, you’ll never see Malkkkin quote that one.
Don’t forget the complaining about parasites.
Sorry Bubba, I don’t remember parasites in that one. I remember a newspaper editor, a bitch that dumped him for the creative-guy and a bad-guy that may have been a psychiatrist, but I don’t remember anything about parasites.
Slightly truncated from the book:
Sorry, going to sleep, no time for Utube. If you say there’s parasites, then I’m sure there are. Point is that Rand had a strong sense of social justice, but a stronger sense of narcissim (hence, the many, many, many foundations that bear her name). Now she’s been co-opted by idiots. Don’t let them control the debate. Read it, then fight it. Or just fight it, the books weren’t really that good, to tell you the truth, and she wasn’t that bright. She did make some good points, just not the ones the right wants to talk about.
One of the few bits of German cuisine I’ve liked and made myself is Bratkartoffeln. Basically, you fry sliced potatoes, onion, and diced bacon in a bit of butter or oil. It’ll kill you, but that’s a price worth paying.
That’s we call “German fried potatoes.”
German potato salad, the way I learned to make it in Pennsylvania “Dutch*” country, is boiled potatoes, sliced, fried in bacon fat. Add coarsely chopped scallions. Add the crumbled bacon. Add water, white vinegar and corn starch to make a saucey like stuff thing. And celery seed! Can’t forget the celery seed. Top with the greeen parts of the scallions and diced hard boiled egg.
Also, Ayn Rand is dead. Really dead. The quesiton is, was she ever alive? The objectivoids never answer that question.
Oops. The * above was supposed to lead to this:
The “Pennsylvania Dutch” aint Dutch. Which leads to the old chestnut, what’s the difference between Dutch and Deutsch? An ‘e’, an ‘s’ and the ability to create a worldwide empire.
You’ve missed the point of the book.
So did Twoofie’s mom have to go to a Parent-Teacher conference and leave him home, so that he could get into mischief?
He’s going to get grounded when she gets back. And miss the prom.
German potato salad, the way I learned to make it in Pennsylvania “Dutch*” country,
fuck off with the corn starch, jeeeeeezus!
otherwise, this sounds delicious, thanks.
Galt! Klaatu Barada Nikto!
Speaking of cured meat, I have a feeling this whole Galt meme (if I may be permitted to use the word ‘meme’ without prejudice) is founded on nothing more than a bunch of essentially spoiled grown-up babies discovering they can’t have it all.
These whingemeisters spent the last 15 years thinking they were going to buy huge extended-cab trucks and buy a six-bedroom house for no money down just outside Denver in a brand new subdivision, any day now — but didn’t. I suspect none of them actually had the resources, and besides have been so paranoid since the gold standard was abandoned and so forth, they didn’t dare take the plunge. And now the party is over, just as they were scraping up the courage to make a run on the buffet (as they have convinced themselves, anyway — in fact they would never have had the guts to participate).
So they didn’t get the goodies when they had the chance. And now they’re pissed off. They need to blame somebody, and they want to buy the truck and the house anyway, and fuck you taxers with your taxing taxes, or something, because it’s got to be somebody’s fault — not some rich bankster, because those guys are the real Galts, and sacred, but rather the ordinary workaday idiots like themselves, but less afraid, that got caught holding the bag when the music ended and the mixed metaphor was out of musical chairs.
I think that’s all we’re dealing with. They’re screaming and angry and have snots running down their noses, and they’re going to take their bent stick and go home and not play any more, and let’s just see how well we do without them around.
What makes them craziest is knowing they wouldn’t be missed for five seconds, not if every one of them went to a cabin in the woods to live on canned beans and acorns. The system would keep on going, and they would be even more marginalized and crazy, and so here they are on the Interscape, wasting their time talking about how they’re really going to do it, one of these days. Just you wait.
Soon.
Any day now.
No, really.
Can anyone here name a single “important” person (other than president) whose absence would really do any harm to our country?
Names come to mind such as Bill Gates, Steve Jobs…uh, maybe a politician somewhere?
Soros?
g: good one! And the Clintons, of course.
… and yet… one could name dozens of people whose absence would be a boon to mankind.
(In a Peter DeVries book a character claims to have divorced his wife because she was always saying “…and yet…”)
“Names come to mind such as Bill Gates, Steve Jobs…uh, maybe a politician somewhere?”
Except Michele Bachmann. We should heartily encourage her to go John Galt, or Jim Gloot, as I imagine she pronounces it.
The most terrifying experiment in the history of society is out of control…and the subject is himself.
GALTERED STATES
We can never have too many Ken Russell references.
Which leads to the old chestnut, what’s the difference between Dutch and Deutsch? An ‘e’, an ’s’ and the ability to create a worldwide empire.
That’s just mean.
best laid plans of mice and Michele are oft gang a-Galt
The main character, ten-year-old Hubert Anvil, is a chorister at St George’s Basilica, Coverley, for whom tragedy beckons when his teachers and the Church hierarchy, all the way up to the Pope himself, decree that the boy’s superb mind is too precious to sacrifice to puberty. Despite his own misgivings, he must undergo randification, the Galteration of the title.
Teh Fucking Awesome.
That’s WTF.
I’m just going to piss and moan that it’s going to be for fucking ever until the next season starts.
I suppose I’ll just have to placate myself with the knowledge that this is just around the corner.
Also, appropos of nothing, or maybe something…
There was a bit on the GOS about this post by Richard Posner on his blog. Said bit seemed to take the post as a bit too much of a surrender for my reading of it, and over schadened its freude, or vice-versa. I rather see it as a rational bemoaning of losing ones party to the idiot children you let in because you needed the votes, but who were supposed to shut up and follow along rather than stack up all your precious rationalizations as so much lumber and gasoline and casually toss strike-anywheres at the pile ’til things got nice and warm. Oh noez! Okay, maybe there is plenty of that schadenfreude to go around anyway.
Regardless, the comments are fucking priceless. Further proof of the inverse relationship in modern wingnuts between unintentional irony and self awareness. I think you can guess which one is coming out of that pit the winner.
Ferinstance, comment #3,
That’s just the start of an amazing comment by someone who obviously sleeps with Teh Pantload’s opus
under their pillowwedged in their anus. Are you actually allowed to make observations concerning who is or is not sufficiently intellectual if you have yet to master the concepts of capitalization, spelling or the adjective?Subs note: Suggest “Wanking the Wank” as an alternative headline for this post.
I saw yo’ mama kickin’ a can down the street. I said, “Whatcha doin’?” She said, “Goin’ Galt.”
(Original punchline is “Movin’ house.”)
The fact is, Troofie is the goat of Liberal Fascism.
the Galtese Falcon
That’s the stuff of which dreams are made.
Bobby Burster: They would have had all their toys in the new subdivision if Jimmy Carter hadn’t killed us all by forcing banks to give free homes to black people without jobs. Thus, the circle is closed.
Yo momma so Galt, when baby-you cried and attempted to suckle she saw you were destined to be a parasite who enslaved her, so she sold you to the nice couple who raised you.
You forgot Poland!
Diana Ross sings:
I’m going Galt–I want the world to know!
Great thread. Useful meat recipes, tons of Firesign Theater and one Blind Willie Johnson ref.
I’d Rather Be Gulching
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