Say No to Sycophantism

"There's something in Ayn Rand's works that appeals to everyone at some
point in their lives. Everyone wants to identify with the specialness of
Dagny Taggart or Howard Roark or John Galt. Everyone feels, at some point in
their lives, as if they are the true hub of the universe.
Then rational people grow the hell up and get over it. There's no more
substance to Rand's objectivist view than there is in a child fantasizing
about being a fairy princess, and even less to admire.

John Galt is dead. We can only hope he stays buried."

src: http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/10/26/18615/754/931/640790

I couldn't have put it better myself. I fell in love with Roark, Galt,
Dominique, Dagny, Hank, Frisco, and the rest of the capitalists--as-atlas
gang in 8th grade [yes, you are allowed to call me a nerd]. Rand's books are
inspiring. Her characters are inspiring. I could still re-read The
Fountainhead or Atlas Shrugged or We The Living and thoroughly enjoy it.
These books, however, just don't have any basis in reality, and people who
think so are subjects of a mass delusion.