Chomsky vs Ayn Rand ?

That bitch is your wife. Show some respect... even if others can or will not.

I don’t have a wife, but if I did, "I hope she'd be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
 
It's actually occurred to me that Rand's "philosophy" was inherently based upon her own moral standpoint, and, as a result, tended to shift and waver as that morality shifted and wavered. It's evident from some interviews she did in later life that she was consciously unsure of herself (I got the impression of fear, from one or two), but clinging desperately nonetheless to the something which defined her as a person - as people tend to do as they get older.

The statement "From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs" effectively says nothing, because it relies completely upon the moral standpoint of the interpreter - and once you understand that that moral standpoint is largely based upon ones own fiscal situation, or rather in the western world one's interpretation of it (let's not go into another pet hate of mine just now), it becomes more clear.

Which makes Dinosaur's reference above all the more interesting. I'm not certain how to interpret it, given there is more than one interpretation that comes to mind. First and foremost, however, it simply becomes a rallying cry for those who need, and a point to despise for those who have ability.
I think that Rand may have despised it not necessarily because she had "ability" herself, but knew and admired those who did. As I do.
The dichotomy in interpretation comes from knowing that while those with ability might be greedy, so are those who would seek to benefit from them.

People like electricfetus and iceaura appear to have a tendency to think in terms of the "noble poor" and the "fat cats". While they may deny it, those images form a primary part of their political and economic viewpoint.
I can read Steinbeck and think the same way. And then I'll read Rand.
There is no reason to despise either.

I think that the reason I come down so hard upon the anti-Rand brigade is that, given the examples presented here, they aren't even aware that their point of view can be so obnoxious to those who can understand Rand while still able to pay respect to Steinbeck. And, for me, there's that cognitive dissonance that Trooper mentioned.
 
Death: Your child or hers?
Hers.
Death: Your child or ten.
Ten.
Death: Your child or fifty.
*Hesitates* Fifty.
Death: Your child or one hundred.
Who are they, the hundred?
Death: Your child or you?
Me.
Death: You will die for your child. Will you take a life for your child?
No, I cannot.

Reflecting neurons; what do they tell you about yourself? What can you justify? What can you live with? What do you hate, poverty or poor people?

Idiot compassion and self-deception; it’s a bitch, isn’t it?

THE PRETENSIONS OF POVERTY
“Thou dost presume too much, poor needy wretch,
To claim a station in the firmament,
Because thy humble cottage, or thy tub,
Nurses some lazy or pedantic virtue
In the cheap sunshine or by shady springs,
With roots and pot-herbs; where thy right hand,
Tearing those human passions from the mind
Upon whose stocks fair blooming virtues flourish,
Degradeth nature, and benumbeth sense,
And, Gorgon-like, turns active men to stone
We not require the dull society
Of your necessitated temperance,
Or that unnatural stupidity
That knows nor joy nor sorrow; nor your forc’d
Falsely exalted passive fortitude
Above the active. This low abject brood
That fix their seats in mediocrity,
Become your servile minds; but we advance
Such virtues only as admit excess,
Brave, bounteous acts, regal magnificence,
All-seeing prudence, magnanimity
That knows no bound, and that heroic virtue
For which antiquity hath left no name,
But patterns only, such as Hercules,
Achilles, Theseus. Back to thy loath’d cell;
And when thou seest the new enlightened sphere,
Study to know but what those worthies were.”
T. CAREW

Thoreau thought that philanthropy was overrated, as well, and adds that, ‘it is our selfishness which overrates it’. And like Thoreau, Steinbeck writes as a visionary, soliloquizing, and self-reflecting for the whole.

The whole; (unity vs. individualism), it’s sort of an oxymoronic desire, eh?

Allen Wheelis…Now, he was sexy.

We come into being as a slight thickening at the end of a long thread. Cells proliferate, become an excrescence, and assume the shape of a man. The end of the thread now lies buried within, shielded, and inviolate. Our task is to bear it forward, pass it on. We flourish for a moment, achieve a bit of singing and dancing, a few memories we would carve in stone, and then we wither, twist out shape. The end of thread lies now in our children, extends back through us, unbroken, unfathomably into the past. Numberless thickenings have appeared on it, have flourished and have fallen away as we now fall away. Nothing remains but the germ-line. What changes to produce new structures as life evolves is momentary excrescence but the hereditary arrangements within the thread.

We are carriers of spirit. We know not how, nor why, nor where. On our shoulders, in our eye, in anguished hands through unclear realm, into a future unknown, unknowable, and in continual creation, we bear its full weight. It depends on us utterly, yet we know it not. We inch it forward with each beat of heart, give to it the work of hand, of mind. We falter, pass it on to our children, lay out our bones, fall away, are lost, forgotten. Spirit passes on, enlarged, enriched, more strange, and complex.

We are being used. Should we not know in whose service? To whom, to what, give we unwitting loyalty? What is this quest? Beyond that which we have, what could we want? What is spirit?

Betrayed by transcendence, we return to the present. We look around, we touch, we taste, we feel. Presently we begin to say, “This is better than that.” We value it, we want to hold on to it, point it out to others, and almost at once there’s a trying to create, to contribute, a drive for transcendence which leads us to betray the present, commit our energies to the future. Love of the present leads us to betray the present; the effort to hold something forever leads us to lose even that moment of possession we might otherwise have.

It is not the disorder and confusion of the marketplace which drives me to the mountaintop; it’s my delight in the marketplace that impels me to desert it. Love of life leads me to betray life; love of the actual sends me searching after the ideal; love of the present leads to the sacrifice of the present to a future that never comes. “On Not Knowing How to Live” by Allen Wheelis

Strange, isn't it, how we travel in time like the crest of a wave, always in pursuit of a future just beyond the grasp of the present?

"The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday – but never jam to-day."

For today the little people have become ruler: they all preach surrender and resignation and prudence and industry and consideration and the long etcetera of little virtues.

What is effeminate, what comes from the servant’s ilk and especially the rabble mishmash: that now wants to become ruler of all human destiny—oh nausea! Nausea! Nausea!

That asks and asks and does not tire; “How do human beings preserve themselves best, longest, most pleasantly?” With that—they are the rulers of today.

Overcome these rulers of today for me, oh my brothers—these little people: they are the overman’s greatest danger.

Overcome for me, you higher men, the little virtues, the little prudence, the sand-grain sized considerations, the detritus of swarming ants, the pitiful contentedness, the “happiness of the greatest number.”!

And despair rather than surrender. And truly, I love you for not knowing how to live today, you higher men! For this you live—best!

Tell me, Marquis, what Nietzsche meant by “I love you for not knowing how to live today.”
 
I'm not. The idea is kissing and hugging people sickens me, which is why I never do it.
Perhaps your not doing it is directly proportional to the freckled ball growing out of your torso.

At any rate, ahem, SMOOCH.

Iceaura:
Yes, that zoo scene up to the bailout was created with the government's blessing and without governmental interference. Yes, that is "laissez faire". That's what laissez faire means.
Slightly off topic but there’s no way something like that up there gets by unscathed, so answer:

given what’s essentially protectionism of private wealth, the social engineering by government via taxes, loop holes, subsidies, the deliberate weakening of currency, the successful lobbying and outright advocacy of Business as Person with the same rights your mother has when she goes to the polls, from what recess of your interminable colon did you pull that bullshit from?

Say it with me, you hippies are used to chanting: “Laissez faire does not mean corporate welfare. Laissez faire does not mean corporate welfare”

ON TO OUR FAVORITE BOSTON TERRIER, AYN RAND:

Enmos:
She apparently suffers from a right exotropia; which is why her eyes appear to dart about as she shifts focus from one eye to the other.
No, she was addicted to amphetamines and was a heavy, heavy smoker.

There are scores of you attributing her tick to insecurity or hate when actually knowing anything about the woman would answer it for you.

To wit, some of you even speculate on the paranoia of her later years as though it were the first blush of senility staining an otherwise rational little philosopher scribbling about bromides...... when in fact she was a pampered, volatile, domineering hysteric from the time she was born.

Hence the irony that more voluptuous readers have enjoyed since Obama took office: that a short little atheist who was as misogynist as she was a whore has been brought to you nice and pruned of its ugly feathers on a silvered platter for your personal consumption...……by a dump of Christian hics who can barely read Twilight.

It gives us people like ElectricFetus, that little neckbreather that hasn’t read a single thing the woman wrote yet has structured an argument using what one Christian faggot said another Christian faggot said that Rand said.

Case in point:
ElectricFetusTo Rand it is the moral right of every person to do what ever they want that is best for themselves, fuck everyone else! If you get rich and powerful at the expense of other so be it anything else would be an inhibition on your individual freedom.
Smashing!!

Because, Mr. Electric Fetus, did you know that in her world man’s relation to man is an investment?


In other words, in Rand's world, the “fuck everyone else” part of your dribble up there is the equivalent of buying a hundred shares of corn and then leveraging out all the industries to grow it because you’re too greedy to reason you need them.

In other words, adopting a pose of fucking everybody else is antithetic to a rational expectation of profit.

In other smaller, more Facebook friendly tiny words for your fucking slurping, greed is dumb.

There is a problem with a morality that impregnates humanity and births people like you and Chomsky, people so far removed from the chaos of poverty they can afford to glamorize the mud that it grows in.

You know, slumming

(Don’t tell me you don’t, ‘cause you do.)

There is something wicked in a moral code that would redact its respect for Jimmy Hendrix the moment Jimmy acknowledged being the greatest guitarist alive.
Sound familiar?

Never mind that acknowledging it has not changed his ability to finger “Purple Haze”, no , suddenly he’s an egotistical bitch not worth listening to when all he’s done is acknowledged what you just told him.

I know why. Do you?

Bloody hypocrite.

Pot shot to the Marquis:
It’s spelled Rearden.

And I bet you the little cowlick won’t answer me.
Fuck us both, huh?

Dinosaur:
I have reprints of Sears Roebuck catalogs from 1897 & 1909. The items available to a typical worker are remarkable. This catalog was not addressed to the so called carriage trade who had servants, tailors/seamstresses, & shopped at major department stores. It indicates that the typical worker could afford a piano & many other major items.
Yeah, and you know what they did with it? Wiped their asshole.

Hence the tradition of referring to the Sears catalog as toilet paper.
You’re being a romantic, like the fetus up there with the Chomskyes and the Hartmans and the Rosseaus—just because it was in the catalog did not mean an Okie had a grand piano by the hearth.

Trooper:
Tell me, Marquis, what Nietzsche meant by “I love you for not knowing how to live today.”
Transcendence.

And the envy every young tyke feels in their floundering through Nietzsche as he did when he wrote it (I know I did). Only the rare survive the malice of being mothered and he didn’t and, to some extent, neither have I.
Which brings me to:
Cognitive dissonance; it’s a bitch, isn't it?
Yes, she is.

And the stupid whore loves wearing heels as it keeps her skirts clean when she’s shitting all over you.
 
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I am a socialist so it should come as no shock to you that I find Ayn Rand and her philosophy repulsive. I find nothing redeeming about Rand's narcissistic philosophy nor her fictional hero John Galt. True it may be that too many readers and followers of Rand were and are too immature in their thinking that they have no obligation to help others when in fact kindness, generosity and mutual aid are part of human beings survival skill set. Ultimately this is Rand's fault because she all but ignores this aspect of the human experience except to say that these virtues are not the essence of life leaving the reader to draw the conclusion that a total focus on self in self interest is what she means.

And yet everyone who has been around long enough knows the importance of saving themselves from those who want to save them.

Or, to quote Oscar Wilde - 'Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity. It is their distinguishing characteristic.'


Rand fundamental philosophy is based around ethical selfishness or "Objectivism" and complete rejection of altruism. Here from the website dedicated to her philosophy: http://www.atlassociety.org/virtue-selfishness

"Ayn Rand rejects altruism, the view that self-sacrifice is the moral ideal. She argues that the ultimate moral value, for each human individual, is his or her own well-being. Since selfishness (as she understands it) is serious, rational, principled concern with one's own well-being, it turns out to be a prerequisite for the attainment of the ultimate moral value. For this reason, Rand believes that selfishness is a virtue."

I simply can't accept this philosophy

And yet anyone who has ever managed to acomplish anything in their lives, is keeping to that kind of philosophy.
It's just not PC to spell it out, that's all.


I think that the reason I come down so hard upon the anti-Rand brigade is that, given the examples presented here, they aren't even aware that their point of view can be so obnoxious to those who can understand Rand while still able to pay respect to Steinbeck. And, for me, there's that cognitive dissonance that Trooper mentioned.

Some people just don't like Rand because she said what so many others - including the anti-Rand brigade - think but don't think it's appropriate to say.
At some point, this hypocrisy becomes tedious to watch ...
 
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Wynn:
And yet everyone who has been around long enough knows the importance of saving themselves from those who want to save them.
If only.

That book needs pictures, an Amazon discount when you buy 3 lbs of Gouda no shipping and handling, free tickets to Talyor Swift, and a thin spine because everyone knows that means less than 10 pages.

What do you mean 'everyone knows'? Fetus doesn't.
 
Because, Mr. Electric Fetus, did you know that in her world man’s relation to man is an investment?

And yet even the Dalai Lama promotes it, so it shouldn't be a foreign idea, nor foreign to see it in others who speak favorably of selfishness -


Selfishness is good – if it is wise selfishness.
http://www.al.com/living/index.ssf/2013/10/dalai_lama_helping_others_is_w.html


I often joke that if you really want to be selfish, you should be very altruistic! You should take good care of others, be concerned for their welfare, help them, serve them, make more friends, make more smiles, The result? When you yourself need help, you find plenty of helpers! If, on the other hand, you neglect the happiness of others, in the long term you will be the loser. And is friendship produced through quarrels and anger, jealousy and intense competitiveness? I do not think so. Only affection brings us genuine close friends.
http://www.dalailama.com/messages/compassion


“It is important that when pursing our own self-interest we should be “wise selfish” and not “foolish selfish”. Being foolish selfish means pursuing our own interests in a narrow, shortsighted way. Being wise selfish means taking a broader view and recognizing that our own long-term individual interest lies in the welfare of everyone. Being wise selfish means being compassionate.”
http://www.goyourownway.org/GOYOUROWNWAY/DOCUMENTS/QUOTES/Quotes of The Dalai Lama.pdf
 
Its..very difficult getting used to the new foramat, patience.

And, in my mental obesity, I'd forgotten this PERFECT clipping of Wilde's:
Or, to quote Oscar Wilde - 'Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity. It is their distinguishing characteristic.'

Cold-blooded kindness.

Like Rand's Catherine, a sweet little reptile helping the poor.

There was an evil cynicism coiled inside Mother Teresa-- you could hear it hiss when she described the poor's suffering as 'beautiful'.

Her poor were given prayers and opiates, but did you know that she was treated at the best hospitals? Paid for by the pope?

It's one of the first scholarly works that dares to acknowledge that there is a dark side to the drive for altruism.
There's plenty on it online, e.g. Violence of the lambs, here, Concepts and implications of altruism bias and pathological altruism.
It links to some of the most delicious titles as well.

When was it published? Just read in conjunction with some article about a Doctor's fanaticism to help a patient that he eventually killed him. Written in 2011, so I'm guessing this book is just as recent.
 
To Rand it is the moral right of every person to do what ever they want that is best for themselves, fuck everyone else! If you get rich and powerful at the expense of other so be it anything else would be an inhibition on your individual freedom (the freedom of those you may or may not be oppressing by optimizing your own freedom is irrelevant).
How does one 'get rich' in a free-market while at the same time 'fucking everyone else'?
 
There was an evil cynicism coiled inside Mother Teresa-- you could hear it hiss when she described the poor's suffering as 'beautiful'.

Her poor were given prayers and opiates, but did you know that she was treated at the best hospitals? Paid for by the pope?

That explains why she eventually began to doubt whether God exists or not.


As an aside - Bertolt Brecht, so big on the rights of workers and all that - wore shirts tailored the same way as those of workers -- except that his were made of silk.


It links to some of the most delicious titles as well.

I figured you'd like it.


When was it published? Just read in conjunction with some article about a Doctor's fanaticism to help a patient that he eventually killed him. Written in 2011, so I'm guessing this book is just as recent.

Yes, it's recent.
 
wynn said:
Oh, but you're not loved by Jay, not even remotely.

No, but maybe by James, (the only way he knew how.)

gendanken said:
Transcendence.

Hmm…will to nothingness? Are you sure about that?


What about women, gendanken? What were his views on women? Why does he use an old woman to express them? What sort of men does she say that women hate? And the whip, have you floundered through the whip?

His sister wrote: "How did it come about that my brother is generally considered a misogynist?"


He who seeks may easily get lost himself. All solitude is wrong": so say the herd. And long did you belong to the herd.

The voice of the herd will still echo in you. And when you say, "I no longer have a conscience in common with you," then it will be a grief and a pain.

Can you give yourself your own evil and good, and set up your own will as a law over you? Can you be judge for yourself, and avenger of your law?

Terrible is it to be alone with the judge and avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown into the void, and into the icy breath of solitude.

Today you still suffer from the many, you individual; today your courage and hopes are undiminished.

But one day the solitude will weary you; one day your pride will yield, and your courage quail. You will one day cry: "I am alone!"

One day you will no longer see your heights, and see too closely your depths; even your sublimity will frighten you like a phantom. You will one day cry: "All is false!"
 
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He who seeks may easily get lost himself. All solitude is wrong": so say the herd. And long did you belong to the herd.

The voice of the herd will still echo in you. And when you say, "I no longer have a conscience in common with you," then it will be a grief and a pain.

Can you give yourself your own evil and good, and set up your own will as a law over you? Can you be judge for yourself, and avenger of your law?

Terrible is it to be alone with the judge and avenger of one's own law. Thus is a star thrown into the void, and into the icy breath of solitude.

Today you still suffer from the many, you individual; today your courage and hopes are undiminished.

But one day the solitude will weary you; one day your pride will yield, and your courage quail. You will one day cry: "I am alone!"

One day you will no longer see your heights, and see too closely your depths; even your sublimity will frighten you like a phantom. You will one day cry: "All is false!"

Solitude is a social thing: to work out in regard to whom one is alone.

Many people are alone in regard to people who don't care whether they (ie. the alone) live or die, this is why for many people, solitude has an icy breath.
 
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