Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged is in many ways too radical — with dangerous overtones of Nietzsche — but clearly enunciates certain basic insights. In one of her characters’ monologues, Rand expresses the fundamental problem with the Marxist maxim, “From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.”
What’s wrong with that? It turns “need” into a virtue, a permanent license to take from others, and makes ability a burden.
The resemblance between Marxism and modern liberalism is a subject that conservatives aren’t supposed to mention, nor are we supposed to notice that the Left values loyalty to its agenda over competence or virtue.
Read the whole thing, it's a really good piece.
***Romney doesn't have a "Bain problem," but the media invented one. They'll do anything to keep their Boy Wonder in office.
***Speaking of Bain, Democrat hypocrites deriding Romney for heading a successful company have taken over $300,000 in donations from them.
***Another hypocrisy update: Mayor Bloomberg thinks hot dog eating contests are fun, but burgers and sodas are evil.
New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg is the nation’s leader in regulating unhealthy food choices. He has banned trans fats, pressured companies to reduce salt use, and mandated public calorie counts at restaurants. Last month, he announced plans to restrict soda sales to containers of 16 ounces or less.
But Bloomberg has a weakness: a longstanding partnership with the July 4 Nathan's Famous International Hot Dog Eating Contest. Year after year, he has presided at the weighing-in ceremony, congratulated the contestants for gorging themselves, and boasted about the millions of people watching on TV.
*** I know this is kinda long, but take the time to read it. It's a great story!
While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life changing experiences that you hear other people talk about. You know, the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly? Well, this one occurred a mere two feet away from me! Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jetway, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family.
First, he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, and movingly loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, diverted his eyes, and replied softly, "Me too, Dad!"
Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe 9) and while cupping his son's face in his hands he said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug. His son said nothing. No reply was necessary.
While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one and a half) was squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, "Hi babygirl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder and remained motionless in total pure contentment.
After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, "I've saved the best for last!" and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then quietly said, "I love you so much!". They stared into each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands. For an instant, they reminded me of newlyweds but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn't be. I puzzled about it for a moment, then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I were invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married?"
"Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those." he replied without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face.
"Well then, how long have you been away?" I asked. The man finally looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile and told me, "Two whole days!"
Two days?! I was stunned! I was certain by the intensity of the greeting I just witnessed that he'd been gone for at least several weeks, if not months, and I know my expression betrayed me. So, I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!"
The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with an intensity that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope friend...decide." Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!". With that, he and his family turned and energetically strode away together.
I was still watching that special man and his exceptional family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me and asked, "What'cha looking at?" Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I replied, "My future!"
***I've decided that perhaps I'm bulimic and just keep forgetting to purge. ~Paula Poundstone
***Have a great day!