The ghost of Ayn Rand must have celebrated when government "unpicked and deconstructed" (Thanks, Mick) the pile of horseshit called the Glass Steagle act which had been been enacted to discourage the greed that had toppled the stock market in 1929.

Not all its possessors jumped out of windows. Greed survived then, and survives today. Witness its takeover of the markets as soon as Ayn Rand's wishes were granted when Clinton deregulation enabled laissez faire cowboys to grab the reins at Goldman Sachs, AIG, Lehman Bros, and other employers of sheepherder mortgage brokers who filled pens of subprime mortgages with ignorant sheep who saw to their own fleecing when they signed applications already filled out in such a way as to guarantee a loan they couldn't afford, it turns out!

Speaking of a pile of horseshit, Rand's entire system of Objectivism has at its core, like some festering boil, greed, simply greed, and it's lying there in the road of philosophical considerations still steaming, still festering.

Rand mentioned Nathaniel Branden. Her sexual affair with him helped drive her husband to become an alcololic. Nathaniel arrived, her husband departed to the nearest bar, fully aware of what he was permitting.

Rand's brain zipped between her skull and her vagina, with no stopover whatsoever at her heart.