The Blah And The Grey -- Part 2

It happens every few years. Some godawful book comes along that represents the worst not only in literature but in humanity itself. They have titles like Jaws (great movie but the book sucked), Bridges of Madison County, and Twilight. Now, of course, we have a book that is a piece of something that cannot be accurately labeled as "shit" because shit at least serves a useful purpose to society as crop fertilizer. That book, of course, is 50 Shades of Grey. If you remember from June, I posted my examination of the book's first chapter and it became the most viewed post in this blog's history, thanks mainly to traffic from a Reddit link. You'd think I would have pounced on the rest of the book but my God this is an awful book although the chapter I reviewed mostly took place in an office and I've been informed that I am shallow and hate stuff like that. How bad is the book? I had originally intended this introduction to be just a few words and look how long it's getting. I'm tempted to just go on and on talking about nothing until either a comet hits the Earth or the North Koreans invade, something Hollywood assures me is perfectly plausible. Oh well, the sooner I start, the sooner I'm finished. Still, it's an awfully nice day out. Maybe I should go kayaking. I've never been kayaking but this seems like an excellent day to start. Oh, fuck it. Here is chapter 2 of 50 Shades of Grey.

When we last left Anastasia Steele (you're really going with that name, E.L. James? Just checking), she had just left the offices rich, dreamy jag-off Christian Grey. In her first person narration, she says, "No man has ever affected me the way Christian Grey has, and I cannot fathom why. Is it his looks? His civility? Wealth? Power?" Oh golly Ana, do you think those things may have had something to do with it? No, that couldn't have been it. Maybe the autographed picture of Christian with Garrison Keillor or his alarm clock with a cute little puppy that barks every hour are what made your panties wetter than you ever thought possible. She reminds herself that he's also arrogant, autocratic and cold which makes them opposites and thus, a hit sitcom relationship is born.

Oh yeah, it was all Katherine's fault that you acted like a 13 year old boy trapped in an elevator with a Victoria's Secret model. It's also entirely her fault that you didn't even bother to look at his Wikipedia entry or even glance at the prepared questions before you charged into the guy's office with what would have been the world's biggest boner if ladies got those. Oh, I forgot all about Katherine and the mystery about whether the Nyquil would make her feel better. That was the most exciting thing about chapter one. I'd better keep reading.

AND SHE'S FEELING BETTER! YAY! Although no Nyquil is mentioned and Ana asks if she ate her soup. What the fuck? Soup? Nyquil knocks out her cold and soup gets all the credit? I expected numerous follow-up questions about Katherine and some sort of closure to the whole Nyquil/soup controversy but all they did was talk about Christian Grey while Ana chewed Katherine out for not explaining what was in the prepared questions she could have easily read herself. Ana went to her job at a hardware store, something I could have left out since absolutely nothing happened. Oh, we did discover that, after four years of working there, Ana knows everything about hardware except how to actually use it.

I'm fully expecting her to describe her four years studying English Lit the same way. Like, she knows a lot about English Lit but can't do any actual English Lit-ing or whatever the hell it is English Lit majors do when they graduate. Anyway, Ana is bound and determined to put the subject of Christian Grey behind her which, I guess, is why we got four more paragraphs of her talking about Christian Grey before she got home to talk some more about Christian Grey with Katherine for another four pages or so. It's basically a retread of the "He's so handsome-arrogant-fascinating-controlling" crap we've been hearing about for the last, what, 8 chapters? 9? Oh crap, that's right. This is only chapter two. Ana basically comes off as someone who has never actually met a man before like that chick from Species or Wonder Woman before she left Amazon Island. The whole conversation culminates in an exchange that made me mad.

First, I have no idea who asked who the sandwich question AND they never explain what sort of sandwiches were eaten. Katherine seems like a roast beef kind of girl while Ana probably had cucumber and olive but, damn it, WE'LL NEVER KNOW! It's things like this that make me think E.L. James isn't a very good writer. The next three pages or so are filled with innocuous details of Ana's life. She studies. She calls her mom and talks about...honestly, I can't remember and I just read it. She calls her favorite step-dad (her mom's been married 82 times, I think) and talks about...I'm guessing English Lit but i don't remember that either. OH WAIT, CARPENTRY! She talked to him about carpentry. I'm not sure why that didn't rate a top spot in my memory but I have it now. Then her friend Jose comes over. The moment he showed up at her door and Ana described him as the first person she met on campus, I wished I could have placed a large wager on whether or not Jose was what every girl in a story like this is required to have, a gay best friend. I'm glad I couldn't though because, so far, he seems to have an unreturned crush on Ana and JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IS ANYTHING GOING TO ACTUALLY HAPPEN? Wasn't this book supposed to be all handcuffs and whips and gross period sex?

Oh wait, I spoke too soon. She's back in the hardware store. Yay? I really did speak too soon. I went back to reading and who do you think just happened to show up at the hardware store?

Heart failure? Oh dear, she must be reading 50 Shades of Grey. This leads to my favorite passage from the book so far.

So, there you go. Christian Grey's voice sounds like either dark melted fudge caramel OR it sounds like something. I've never taken enough drugs to know what dark melted fudge caramel sounds like when it speaks but I imagine it sounds something like this. That doesn't turn me on but I'm not a 22 year old girl. For all I know, they hear that and immediately start ovulating.

Anyway, Ana and Mr. Chocolate Voice go through several pages of banal flirting over hardware supplies. Everything he wants is treated as a come-on and double entendre. It looks like...well, it looks like this.

Yes, I agree, STOP TALKING NOW. This reminds me that reading the Communist Manifesto would probably be more entertaining than this book. The Communist Manifesto must be a really horrible book too, right? I've never read the Communist Manifesto but I have heard the horrible things said by Communist wrestlers over the years and, if it's anything like that, it must be pretty bad.

Moving on, Christian agrees to do a photo shoot for that bullshit student newspaper article Ana's friend is writing. As Christian is purchasing his goods, Ana is saved from involuntarily yelling, "VIOLATE MY EVERY ORIFICE," by the arrival of Paul Clayton, brother of the guy who owns the hardware store and, seemingly, yet another potential suitor for Ana which, I believe, now means that every man, including me, is madly in love with Ana. It also makes this book an even more blatant ripoff of Twilight. Let's wrap this shit up.

Wow, E.L. James really knows how to end a chapter. Just think, in the next chapter, we'll get to see the organization of a photo shoot. They'll probably have to find a photographer on Craigslist and get some lights and fuck all if I know as I have never organized a photo shoot though I'm guessing E.L. James hasn't either. This won't stop her from writing about it, of course. It also won't stop me from writing about it when I do chapter 3 which, at my current rate of cranking these things out, should be sometime in October. I'll try to make it sooner but I make no promises. I'm now going to eat some dark melted chocolate fudge caramel just to hear it speak and, probably, to find out if it screams when I bite into it.

The Blah And The Grey -- Part 1

If you have ever read site before, you know about my liveblogs. They're not actually liveblogs, of course, but that's what I called them when I first came up with the concept and I'm too lazy to change the tag on the posts but none of this is your problem. Anyway, the liveblog is me watching bad movies and writing down rude, MST3K style comments as I do so. Today, however, the time has come to shake things up. I won't be watching a movie today. I'll be reading, and making real-time comments about, a book. Oh, not a whole book. Just the sample that Amazon lets me read for free as there's no way in hell I would actually pay for it. You've heard of this book and can probably guess from this post's title what it is. Amazon assures it is, "Erotic, amusing, and deeply moving," and that it, "will obsess you, possess you, and stay with you forever." Something tells me it won't but, just in case it does, let me say goodbye now to friends and loved ones before I am forever obsessed with and possessed by E.L. James' 50 Shades of Grey.

All rightie, let's get moving. There's always a chance I could die by heart attack or wolverine attack or whatever and I don't want my family finding this in my Kindle, thinking it's my favorite book and having some sort of 50 Shades-themed funeral. My doubts about this book's quality are not calmed when I see it's being narrated by the lead character, a girl named Ana. First person narration doesn't work as well as authors think it does. That's my opinion anyway. Still, I guess I have no reason to think that this self published book by an inexperienced author won't be the exception to my opinion and I can't wait until it moves me to buy the whole book. Anyway, Ana is bitching that her roommate, Kate, is sick and forcing her to conduct an interview on her behalf. They are both students at a university in Vancouver, Washington ad Kate, a journalism major, has scored a rare interview with elusive gazillionaire Charles Grey but she's sick and Ana must do it for her. Why English Lit major Ana has to do it even though she doesn't want to instead of one of Kate's fellow student journalists who would almost certainly jump at the chance is not entirely clear. Oh wait, I figured out that Kate probably still wants to write the article herself at the same time I realized it's probably not at all important and I shouldn't give a damn. After an exciting moment when we wonder whether Kate will take Nyquil or Tylenol to treat her cold (it was Nyquil)(sorry if you considered that a spoiler), Ana begins the long drive to Seattle to meet with Grey and I begin to think that the four pages I've read so far could have had been easily condensed to a few paragraphs although then we would have missed the exciting "Nyquil or Tylenol" moment and that, so far, has been the most exciting thing that has happened.

The first thing Ana learns when she arrives at Grey's corporate headquarters is that all of Grey's employees are extensively trained in condescending and mildly dickish behavior. Hey, wait a minute, Ana just gave her full name to the receptionist. Ana's full name is Anastasia Steele? Anastasia Steele is a name you have when you're battling the Justice League, not when you're an English Lit major. Why are women in books like this never named Myrtle Groggins? Anyway, Grey's employees, all of whom seem to be attractive blond women but he's rich so I guess he can afford the discrimination suits, go out of their way to passive/aggressively let Ana know that they are two or possibly three times better than she is and Ana has a self-esteem problem so she's pretty much in agreement. She assumes Grey is in his 40s. She assumes this because she's incredibly ignorant and has done zero research to prepare for this interview. Yes, she's doing this as a favor but she doesn't even skim the guy's Wikipedia entry? Anyway, it turns out Christian Grey is 27 and so handsome that Ana will look back on this moment with pride because she was able to restrain from fingering herself and lunging at his pants with her mouth wide open. Either of those would have been more dignified than what she actually did though. First, she completely forgets how to hold onto her digital recorder then she starts asking her friend's questions without reading them. After a few banal questions about how he achieved his success (his answers basically boil down to "I'm just awesome"), she asks him if he's gay. She puts 100% of the blame for this on her friend Kate and none of it on the fact that she lacked the basic competence and common sense required to at least read these questions ahead of time and not just blurt them out. For some reason though, Grey finds her fascinating despite the fact that she comes off as an uncoordinated dumbass who tripped when she first entered his office and didn't even bother to dress up for the interview. Despite all this, he does seem enamored with her and said he looks forward to meeting her again. This means Grey realizes he's in some sort of wish fulfillment romance novel and wants to play to his audience.

So, there you go. For some reason, chapter one has not made me want to hit the "Buy this with 1 Click" button on Amazon despite the promise that, by now, it would possess me forever. There is a second chapter available that, for some reason, I'm not at all inclined to read despite the fact that I really want to know if the Nyquil made Kate better or if she should have taken the Tylenol. I'm not sure if it's the clunky dialogue, unbelievable situations or the stupid names that turned me off but hey, why can't it be all three? Perhaps if the sample chapter had included some of the infamous dirty, dirty sex that everyone who mentions the book talks about, I may have been more inclined to buy or at least less inclined to trash it. The story that this book started off as Twilight fan fiction does not surprise me since once again I have been exposed to a story about an incredibly handsome, dynamic and powerful young man inexplicably falling for an average looking girl who is depressed, mumbles a lot and seems so uncomfortable in her own skin that you'd think her skin was made of itchy wool. Despite all this, the American reading public has once again taken this crap and made it a publishing phenomenon that's already destined for the big screen. Oh well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Here is my Twilight fan fiction which I will rewrite as a novel.

Bella swooned as Edward read some dull, pretentious poetry. They then went out and did some vampire stuff then came home and dry humped for six solid minutes, an experience Bella enjoyed despite Edward smacking her head into a wall.

 I will now take that and turn it into a best seller called Six Minutes of Dry in which a girl named Katrina Romanov only spends six minutes with gorgeous billionaire Alexander Dry before falling madly in love with him. Look for it next year. You won't like it but you will buy it anyway and that is all that counts.

Atlas Sucked

Some look at Atlas Shrugged and see a blueprint for an Objectivist Utopia. I look at Atlas Shrugged and see that shitty book I was forced to read in high school. It wasn't the book's political ideas that turned me off (they do today though). I was (and still am) a big fan of Robert Heinlein's The Man Who Sold The Moon, the tale of a bold entrepreneur who bypasses the limited visions of governments and bureaucrats the world over and creates space travel and the best part is that this is finally coming true.  No, what turned me off from the book is that, in my view, it sucks as much as anything can possibly suck and then some. I've always believed there was some good version out there that no one would show me that wasn't a series of train rides, business meetings and dull sex scenes all culminating in a 60 page speech informing most of the world's population that members of the world's elite class allow them to worship at their feet. And now there's a movie. Atlas Shrugged has the same problem that other books like Frank Herbert's Dune or Gene Wolfe's Book of the New Sun have. Atlas Shrugged is unfilmable. It simply cannot, as written, be adapted into an entertaining film. To make an entertaining film, the book would have to be radically altered. This fact, however, did not stop producer Harmon Kaslow and director Paul Johannson from giving it a shot, thus ignoring their inner voices and probably the outer voices of everyone they knew. Harmon Kaslow is a guy whose IMDB profile shows that he's made exactly zero movies that I've ever heard of and director Paul Johannson's directorial experience consists of directing nine episodes of One Tree Hill but these facts did not stop them from thinking they were up to the challenge of this near-impossible project. I haven't seen it so maybe they pulled it off. So, with no further ado, you may now read what I was thinking in real time as I watched Atlas Shrugged Part 1.

0:10:00 -- It's September 2, 2016 and shit is fucked up. Why is it fucked up? Is it because greedy bankers and Wall Street operatives created big piles of insanely overvalued financial instruments that collapsed the global economy when it was discovered that their actual value was approximately that of a Snickers bar? Oh no, it had nothing to do with that. The world has gone to hell because of price controls and excessive regulation like not letting oil companies set up wells in your living room though ultimately, the state of the world can be blamed on a society that refuses to recognize and exalt individual achievement. While all this is going on, a banker named Midas Mulligan who, as has already been established, had absolutely nothing to do with the state of the world is approached by a mysterious figure in a black trench coat whose name will later be revealed asJohn Galt (oh sorry, spoiler alert) that tells him it's a real shame the world's looters and moochers have kept him from building a 100 bazillion dollar fortune and that he's had to struggle by with only 80 bazillion. After that, we see that he's disappeared but there's no time to worry about that since a train derailed somewhere and that's when we meet railroad executive Dagny Taggart and her fuckwit brother, James (fans of the book know to start booing when you hear his name). Fuckwit James is the CEO of Taggart Transcontinental, the company whose train just jumped the tracks due to the countries decaying railroad infrastructure. Fuckwit James, whose compassion for his fellow man and concern for the collective good of society is running his company into the ground, has a plan to upgrade the rail system by purchasing new rails from the most incompetent metal manufacturer he could find, another total fuckwit named Oren Boyle. Incidentally, we should all praise Ayn Rand for making her villains total fuckwits and thus, easy to spot. Luckily, James' sister, Dagny, is on the case and announces that she will buy the new rails from Rearden Steel, a company that has developed a new super metal. James tries to show her detailed studies from metallurgical experts that cast doubt on the quality of Rearden's metal but Dagny is all, "ZOMG SCIENTISTS ARE GROSS," and decides to follow her own instincts. This is what she should do since Dagny is a Randian Superhuman, an elite class of people who know everything and are the "Atlas" of the title. Sadly, most of the world fails to recognize their total awesomeness and this flaw in humanity's character is pretty much the driving force of the plot. Let's keep watching. You'll see what I mean.

If you ever see this movie, get used to seeing Dagny's single expression. Also, she's supposedly wealthy yet her mobile is a cheap Blackberry knockoff. Well done, filmmakers.

22:00 -- The past twelve minutes made the beginning of this movie look positively action packed. Headlining this cast of nobodies are Taylor Shilling as Dagny and Grant Bowler (known to his biggest fans as, "Who?") as another Randian Superhuman, Hank Rearden. As I already said, Hank's company has developed a super duper mega awesome new metal that be used to drive trains as well being whipped into a wonderful dessert topping. Hank and Dagny have a meet-cute in Hank's office, something that looks like it was decorated by Sauron. I suppose this scene was meant to show that Hank and Dagny have real chemistry but only someone who flunked chemistry in school would think they had succeeded in doing so. Hank then goes home and presents his wife, in front of her friends, with a gift. We see how Hank really, truly understands women when she opens the box and sees a bracelet made out of hunks of his new metal. For some reason, she was expecting her wealthy husband to maybe present her with a diamond bracelet or something equally fancy but that is clearly looter-and-moocher thinking which, I guess, is what his wife and the rest of his dinner party guests are. Hank's own fuckwit brother, Philip, definitely is as he hits Hank up for a donation to his charity (BOOOOO!!!!), a donation Hank makes despite admitting that he hates the very idea of charity. He then sits down with his buddy, Paul Larkin. Even if you never read the book, you know Paul is a villain because, well, he's kind of a fuckwit. Sure enough, Paul meets up with Fuckwit James as well as incompetent steel manufacturer Oren Boyle and government regulation advocate Wesley Mouch. They all hatch a plan to break Rearden's monopoly on his new metal as well as passing a law that a person can only own one business. This law, by the way, seems to be completely unnecessary since things like multi-national conglomerates disappeared sometime between now and 2016. In the real world, Rearden Steel would have been owned by Taco Bell. Fellow fuckwits James and Oren also spot Francisco d'Anconia, an international playboy who will play a larger role later. He's Dagny's old boyfriend (spoiler alert).

Here's Fuckwit James pointing what he probably refers to as the Machine That Goes Ping.

0:35:00 -- After speedy, joyless sex with his wife, Hank literally sprints out of bed to get away from her. If you're wondering why Hank treats his wife the way he does, it's because he's a huge, mega-watt asshole but that's OK because, in this world, being a huge, mega-watt asshole is a virtue. He does show Dagny some tenderness when he speaks to her on the phone, something he never does for his wife (#MegaWattAsshole #Virtue). In the meantime, partly out of his compassion for the poor people of Mexico, Fuckwit James teamed up with Francisco d'Anconia to build a rail line from Texas to Francisco's ore mines in Mexico, something turned out to be an epically stupid idea since Mexico nationalized both the rails and the mines. The damage was mitigated by Francisco cutting the train service and Dagny canceling the project altogether, something good ol' F.W. Jimmy took credit for. While all this is going on, more of the world's competent people are disappearing, including one of Dagny's top executives. The only clue to their whereabouts is the cryptic statement, "Who is John Galt?" John Galt is the superest of the Randian Superhumans and he's taking these people away to his Gulch called Atlantis where they will withhold from the world both their awesome supremacy and supreme awesomeness until they're allowed to create an Objectivist Paradise (spoiler alert).

You really have to admire director Paul Johannson's ability to pick beautiful locations.

1:00:00 -- If it turns out there is a God and I meet Him when I die, the first thing I'll ask is what we poor mortals did to deserve being cursed with this movie. Hank is pissed at the new legislation meant to break up conglomerates but his wife actually expects him to wait a few hours to deal with it so they can go to their tenth anniversary party. Dagny and F.W. James also attend and Dagny instantly falls in love with that stupid metal bracelet Hank gave his wife and offers to exchange a diamond necklace. Francisco d'Anconia tells Hank something he told Dagny earlier, that he intentionally partnered with James and his team of Commie dumbasses because they were all lootie-moochie types and Francisco is secretly a member of member of the He-Man/Parasite-Haters Club. We even find out that Francisco is connected to Ragnar the Pirate. Have I mentioned Ragnar the Pirate yet? Ragnar Danneskjöld sounds like someone who should be the arch nemesis of Lisbeth Salander but he is, in fact, a pirate who literally steals from the poor so he can return the money to wealthy individuals like Hank Rearden who had it "stolen" through income taxes but all this won't happen until the Atlas Shrugged Part 2 comes out (spoiler alert). I'd honestly forgotten about him which is odd because he's the book's most ridiculous character and that's saying a lot considering that another of the characters wants to take all the world's smart people to an invisible gulch. Dagny is told that Francisco and Ragnar, in their youth, were part of a very promising trio with a third man who is not named. It was John Galt (spoiler alert). A propaganda campaign is started to discredit the magical Rearden Metal after Hank refuses to sell the rights to the government in the name of the public good and yeah, that sound you heard was every Rand fan, including the women, getting boners when Hank told off the petty bureaucrat who tried to buy the metal. Dagny decides to start her own company to finish the rail line in order to save the stock value of Taggart Transcontinental. The problems Dagny faces in this venture are the same problems every Randian Superhuman faces, that being everyone who isn't them is a damn idiot. Everyone is incapable of recognizing her innate superiority to them so they aren't willing to fill some moving vans with money and give it to her so she can finish her railroad.Will this be the end? Will the parasites defeat our brave objectivist and take over? Let's watch. They don't, by the way (spoiler alert).

Hank's office. Even the comic book The Metal Men didn't have this much metal.

1:20:00 -- The leader of the railroad union (BOOOOO!!!) tells Dagny he won't allow his workers to drive the new rails due to safety concerns over the metal. I apologize for not warning you about that as I imagine you literally shit yourself in anger over the idea that someone may not want to die so Dagny's crazy dream can come true. Luckily for her, this union rep is the biggest pussy ever who completely forgets his contractual rights and powers and simply folds beneath Dagny's stare that is both blank and withering. The new line which Dagny named the John Galt Line because she just did and shut up is about to have its maiden run despite massive safety concerns. They could just run some stress tests to find out but fuck that noise. Instead, they run a 20 car train at 250 MPH over the line that includes a rather suspect bridge but everything holds up and if the filmmakers actually thought this was suspenseful then they're even less competent than I thought. Hank and Dagny celebrate by having a sex scene similar to what you see in Lifetime movies while their partner, Ellis Wyatt, becomes the latest guy taken by John Galt. Hank suggests to Dagny that they go to Wisconsin to investigate some super motor that was designed but never built and then we see just how worthless Harmon Kaslow and Paul Johansson are as filmmakers because, as they travel through Wisconsin, they drive through a desert. Yes, they drive through the famed Deserts of Wisconsin. Why are there deserts in Wisconsin? Because the book said that Hank and Dagny go to Wisconsin but they didn't have any money in the budget to actually go to Wisconsin so instead of just saying that this motor was in Nevada, they altered the country's geography so that Wisconsin is now an arid wasteland instead of lakes, forests and dairy farms and hoped no one would notice, assuming they noticed themselves. As I said, the book would have to be radically altered to make an entertaining film but these douchebags were such slavish Rand fans that they couldn't even bring themselves to change an insignificant geographical detail. Anyhoo, Hank and Dagny arrive at the abandoned auto factory they were looking for and, after explaining that the factory closed down because it actually paid its workers a living wage instead of in slave wages paid out in scrip that could only be used at the company store, they find this stupid wonder motor sitting on a shelf and try to find out who designed it. It was John Galt. (spoiler alert).

WISCONSIN, BITCHES! I believe this is downtown Madison.

1:36:00 -- First off, I finally decided to watch this movie when I saw its run time and said, "96 minutes? That won't be so bad." In that 96 minutes, my psyche has been so irreparably damaged that it's now something H.P. Lovecraft would have described as, "Having risen from the Stygian depths, its very existence corrupting, its very nature blasphemous." This was, simply, a horrible movie made by incompetent filmmakers. Clunky dialogue, endless boardroom meetings, philosophical diatribes in place of action and, of course, the Deserts of Wisconsin all added up to something that actually outmatches the stupidity of that movie with the pretty vampire who beats the woman he loves but it's OK because she loved it and their werewolf friend who wants to mate with their newborn daughter. Oh well, let's get this over with. Hank and Dagny travel all over the damn place trying to find out who designed that motor until Dagny finally finds the professor whose assistant was the brains behind it all but the professor is being a huge dick and won't tell her that it was John Galt (spoiler alert). John Galt is actually there in the diner where the professor works but she doesn't get a chance to let her Galt sense kick in because of reports that the oil fields of her friend, Ellis Wyatt have blown up so she rushes over there so she can blankly stare at them. Meanwhile, James and his parasite buddies have pretty much taken over everything and gone full Commie with new regulations and taxes designed to punish success. Do you know what this all means? PART ONE IS OVER! YAY! Not dissuaded by their utter box office failure and lack of filmmaking prowess, Kaslow and company are releasing Part 2 this Fall under the belief that it will influence the election. It should since the eight people who saw Part 1 are reportedly not voting for Obama. I can't wait to see if they manage to get Part 3 made since the pitch to investors will have to include this sentence: "And then, at the end, John Galt makes an hour long speech telling everyone who's not him that they're just lumps of shit he scrapes off his shoe and that they should consider themselves lucky that he allows them to be fucked in the ass by him." Yeah, that should fill seats. Anyway, we now have forever committed to video the ideas that drive figures as diverse as former Fed Chairman Alan Greenspan and that guy at Tea Party rallies who holds up the sign saying, "KEEP THE GOVERNMENT'S HANDS OFF MY MEDICARE." Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to a benefit victims of Wisconsin desertification.

Dagny in a great deal of pain because she tried to change her expression.

Well, I'm Back

Yeah yeah, I know I said I was moving to Tumblr. I know I said I wouldn't write for Examiner anymore. That being said, hi Blogger readers. Here's the link to my latest Examiner article, a review of Young Adult.