Goddam fucking retards.

Tbogg, did you put this ad up below the post? Wouldn’t spending money to buy merchandise aid the economy and therefore defeat that whole Galt thing in some way?

How can we miss them if they won’t go away? I wish to hell they’d get on with their bad little selves and disappear. Just so I can get to missing them and regretting how much I never appreciate them. Also.

When will these morons realise that they are prime candidates for the Golgafrinchan Ark B, no one will miss them when they are gone.

Its nice to see conservatives feel so threatened by Obama that they have to retreat into this fantasy of taking their ball and going home. Where this John Galt metaphor falls flat is that the character actually had something useful that he was going to withhold from society.

Sorry guys. You had 8 years to fuck up this country. Its up to Democrats/liberals/progressives/whatever to clean up your mess now. If you have nothing constructive to say, shut the fuck up and by all means go away to your little fantasy world, and let people with real intellect and moral character tackle the tough problems we face today.

Yeah, but you know, after sending away all the useless middle third of their population (middle managers, telephone sanitizers, hairdressers) everyone who remained on Golgafrincham died suddenly of a virulent disease spread by a dirty telephone.

So there’s a lesson in there somewhere.

I went Galt before it was cool. If I hadn’t, we wouldn’t be in the mess we are today.

Are these the same dip-shits that built Y2k bunkers? I wonder if they will use solar panels and recycle their water you know go green? Will it be like a hippy commune except more like a neo-Nazi camp where they all masturbate to ripped youtube vids of Bush clearing brush? At any rate I would say good riddance to these freaks. JDM3 could not have said it better.

Without that web designer, we’re all doomed.

Please. Some of the nicest, sweetest people I know are retards (moi, for instance).

“Goddam fucking retards fucked in the head fucked up motherfucking asshats.”

Load up on guns and bring your friends,
It’s fun to lose and to pretend

-Nirvana

you collectivists think your so effing smart! you’ll be totally laughing out your butts when I show up at the mall wearing my John Galt regalia!! Got my Galt lanyard, my Galt goblet (super-special insulated coffee mug), got my Galt ballcap, and even … well, if I choose to wear John Galt’s image ‘down there,’ that’s none of your business! Don’t tell ME ‘going galt’ is a concept without concreteness! I’m livin the dream!

(Oh sweet Jesus, I thought I was being vaguely satirical here, but on a whim I just trafficked over to Cafe Press, and there’s a whole slew of John Galt tchotchkes available…I was hoping for a John Galt toilet seat, but no, no such creativity there!)

Can I have your job when you leave for Galt Gulch? I’ll even pay you the extra 7 cents tax I’ll owe on every dollar I make over $250,000- but only if you promise never, ever to return to polite society.

We’re so screwed.

AS long as these people are allowed out in public we are indeed. Will they all just please “go Golt” and get the fuck out of our sight?

So all the option trading thieves, currency whores, mortgage broking swine are going Galt? OK, fine by me. The fantasy is that real creative people buy Randian BS, no its the predators that do. Like the time share salesman that thinks he’s the head of the Republican Party.

I’m going Galt McDermot. I’m going to write the music for a hugely successful Broadway show about youth culture, then spend the rest of my life writing electronic instrumental music that sells poorly but will be discovered by hipster kids thirty years later….

These clowns are doing the same thing they did with the Iraq War — talking and typing about how great it is without doing anything to, you know, actually contribute to the cause — aren’t they?

I really, really, really wish they would actually leave. Today, if possible.

Atlas may not shrug, but the rest of us will. Which, I guess, is something.

I’m thinking of “going Malt”–abandoning this wretched, unappreciative world and retreating to my remote cabin with many cases of fine Scotch whiskey. That’ll show ‘em.

Some spoiled prosperous person thinking the world will end if THEY stop contributing is so yesterday. Millions of us got forced to Go Galt thirty years ago and have been living with it ever since. Thought you were gonna be a professor – wrong! you get to be a waitress. Thought your oh-so-bright son was going to a good school and get a good education – wrong! he’s going to community college and if he’s lucky have a big career in the heating and cooling service industry.

The only good side has been the stories, the Dilbert to the power of N stories, where some middle-aged, intensely skilled person gets to work for a total idiot who got the money to buy a small company from his fascist neo-con daddy. Oh, the stories of well-heeled-twit incompetence we could regale you with! Now the inept booger-heads are gonna deprive us of their glorious input? … bwahahahahahahahahahaha. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out shithead.

At the core of every Goin’ Galt gibbering social misfit is a hard core narcissist.

Please withold your services from society; the resulting gratitude on the part of civilized society might be just enough to keep your sorry ass from starving when things don’t work out so well at the Gulch.

Well, we could keep the hairdressers, and everyone has cell phones now, so telephone handsets are much less of a risk. We can send hedge fund managers, Republican congresspersons, Villagers, pundits and Norm Coleman in their place.

Speaking as a theologian, it seems to me that “Going Galt” is the Objectivist/Wall Street version of Teh Rapture.

Bernie Madoff has definitely “Gone Galt.”

In response to the “Going Galt” movement I have penned my own tome for the ages. It is called “Hatmandu Shrugged”. Fortunately, it comes in quite a bit shorter than Rand’s thousand word slog. Here it is:

Bye.

No apostrophe in the title! Grr!

Why is it always the damn telephone sanitizers and CEOs who believe they are the producers? Hell, Rand herself was a flippin’ leech – she never wrote a decent book or script and lived off her celebrity as a Russian critic of Soviet Communism – a pioneering recipient of right-wing welfare. The ‘damned comminists’ were her meal ticket. I am sick to death of these talking anal orifices that fill the TV saying that the people who invest capital and their CEO buddies whose job is really just to ‘milk’ cash are the ones who are doing the productive work and the rest of us are just not working hard enough. I propose a new reality show: take Madoff, Standford, Limbaugh and boatload of their buddies off to a less hospitable isle than Antigua and see how long the bastards can live by doing real work like chopping wood, growing food, and building shelter. It will beat the hell out of having to pay to keep them locked up and even cut a real profit (the first actual profitable work for most of these idiots.) It is past time to end the delusion fantasy of ‘corporation’ and make people responsible for their own actions again – it is our only hope of addressing the real problems of humanity. Any asshole can ‘make’ money – only responsible citizens can create value.

Down here in Texas we’re stockpiling gold, canned goods and firearms.

We’re prepared to weather the coming apocalypse ushered in by the anti-Christ elected last Nov.

Is this a result of all the wingnuts going Galt?

I guess when you eliminate the dead wood…

Good point Cereal – We won’t let the telephone sanitizers go Galt.

Hey, good on the Galtoids. But where would they go, to be entirely free of that pesky Big Brother state?

Here’s a suggestion: they should take over the currently unclaimed Maria Theresa Reef, aka “Tabor Island”.

I suggest we just fly them to the coordinates and air-drop them. The Galtoids are obviously so super-competent that they’d create their own first-world country within the fiscal quarter.

Or…whatever. Worth a try, I say.

less hospitable isle than Antigua and see how long the bastards can live by doing real work like chopping wood, growing food, and building shelter.

Screw that. Let them go establish Galt’s Belch in the middle of a megapolis.

I really hate these fools.

Ask Dr. Helen.

What I’d like to ask Dr. Helen is did she drop out of high school in her freshman or sophomore year and did she take acting lessons to allow her to sound like a complete moron or is she, in fact, a complete moron?

I’m thinking of “going Malt”

tip from KCJohnGalt

Dr. Helen’s patients go galt

We will be facing higher sales taxes, property taxes, fees for services, federal and state income taxes and other taxes like sin taxes. If you enjoy wine or alcohol, you may wish to avoid future sales tax and sin tax increases by doing what I did – I determined a reasonable life expectancy and bought a lifetime supply of hard alcohol like bourbon that will last indefinitely in sealed bottoms in my basement – if you do this, buy only liquor in glass, buy the 1.75 liter size for more savings and wait for sales at a store that will give you an additional 10% off per case. In my case, the store owner pointed out that several well-known brands have ALREADY increased their bottle prices because of THEIR additional costs.

I’m watching this incredible film and it’s way better than Plan Nine from Outer Space. What an impressive trio. And Dr. Helen! What a complete unnatural.

All I can say is thank you Byron, Lyndse, and Eric for leading the way. I’m pretty sure that your going John Galt is going to bring the government to its knees within seventy-two hours.

However, I’m confused about what “going John Galt” really means. Is it simply being a mindless wanker more often or do I have to be a mindless wanker all day, every day?

Oh, bravo!

If I join you and chip in with some beer nuts and more single malt, will that make us an anarcho-syndicalist commune?

The sooner we start missing them the better as far as I’m concerned.

“I think the difference, uhm, between me and my class-, uhm peers, is that I can grasp things with my mind….”

Yeeeah. If these “Randroids” didn’t comprise the core Wal-Mart demographic, the Chinese would have called every loan they made to this country a year ago.

cowalker, heydave, thingwarbler–Join me, comrades! An anarcho-syndicalist commune it is. Since it was my idea, I get most of the booze. You guys can chop firewood and hunt for food and stuff. Of course, there may some disagreement about this division of labor, but since we’re all captains of industry and leaders of the creative entrepreneurial class, we’ll work it out, I’m sure. Somebody bring good cigars, too. We’ll want them when we’re laughing our asses off at the poor fools still struggling in the coils of collectivism.

You guys can chop firewood and hunt for food and stuff. Of course, there may some disagreement about this division of labor . . . .

Well, my talents actually lie in the areas of planning and management, delegating and leveraging, outsourcing and down-selecting. Wait until you see my Powerpoint presentations! We will have internet access, right?

How can we miss them if they won’t go away?

Love! My sentiments exactly.