Ayn Rand is the original flesh-eating zombie and "Going Galt isn't ballsy.
These narcissistic children ought to look at the life and work of the great Charles Bukowski.
Now there's a hero.
Yo, idiots: "Go Bukowski" on us... please.
(aside: and stay off my damn sidewalks, out of my libraries, and quit using my internets, you fuckin' social leeches.)