The Ledger (Lakeland, FL)
I asked if he thought peddlers should be allowed to sell heroin on our campus the way vendors sell hot dogs on the streets of New York. He thought for a few seconds and then replied, “I’d have to say ‘yes.’?” Clearly Ayn Rand has made her mark on this generation. I could sense more than a whiff of self-congratulatory Ayn Rand libertarianism in my opium- and heroin-friendly student.
My wife and I recently saw Atlas Shrugged, Part III (AKA, Atlas Shrugged: Who is John Galt?), the third and final movie in the trilogy based on Ayn Rand’s famous novel. Unfortunately, it was so bad that there isn’t much point to going over its weaknesses at any length. The acting was mostly wooden, the production values were little better than those of a 1950s B movie, and the villains are so ludicrously incompetent and stupid (much more so than in the book), that it becomes impossible to take them seriously. I thought the first movie in this series was merely mediocre, and the second was actually pretty decent. The third is so ridiculously bad, however, that it almost negates whatever was good in the first two.