Dear Capitalist Pig

Dear Capitalist Pig,

You hopeless fucking moron, when you were exulting in Ayn Rand’s philosophical exoneration of your greed you forgot the code of morality implicit in her portrayal of capitalism. You deserve a swift shotgun explosion in the face for your ignorance.

Ayn Rand did not imagine that you would stoop so low as to be the Big Guy preying on the Little Guy. When she encouraged deregulation, it was with the idea that it would allow the Capable to create Capital. She did not imagine that you, Capitalist Pig, would fancy yourself a magician, and invent money that didn’t exist in the pockets of the Little Guy. Now, the whole [American] system is contemplating what it will be like to go to hell in a hand basket. And it’s thanks to you. Way to fuck it up Capitalist Pig. Incidentally, I do hate insulting pigs by calling you one, but I’m only drawing on the image, after all: Fat and wallowing in filth, isn’t that right, Piggy?

I do believe Rand explained her idea of morality in some great detail. But what did that have to do with you? You were out to make money, not to earn a seat among the righteous.

And Mrs. Rand, if you happen to be listening: I told you so. That world that you believed in? The only one you believed existed? That’s not OUR world. If you had pulled your head out of your clitoris, you’d have known that. You were a novelist Mrs. Rand. A group of people notorious for inventing their own reality. To tell the rest of us that your reality was The One True Light, was sheer folly. I know, I know, you spent a lot of time developing your philosophy. But your true love was fleshing out reality as you wanted to see it, not pinning down reality as it exists. The current events in our world firmly set you in your place as a novelist. I know that your Narcissism doesn’t appreciate this posthumous wing-clipping, but you’ll just have to deal.

With All the Best Wishes (that you both deserve),
An Observer