The last of the famous objectivist playboys

Some days the noise and the bullshit and the cowards who dwell in the WWW make me curse AlGore.

But then some genius lobs a little brilliance into the place and I hasten down to the temple of ClintonGoreSoros and set fire to another virgin.

Who is Objectivist Morrissey?
While steamingly out of my mind, I decided to write 24 posts in 24 hours at my regular blog. One of the posts involved some goofy speculation about a Bizarro-world Morrissey who is a devotee of Objectivism. I found the concept too amusing to give up, and the idea of a parallel universe in which The Smiths were forging Rearden Metal wouldn’t go away easily.

A sample:

Moocher, moocher I was only joking when I said,
I didn’t want you well and truly dead.
Moocher, moocher I was only joking when I said,
Your body shouldn’t be filled up with hot lead.

And now I know how Howard Roark felt,
Now I know how Howard Roark felt
As the flames rose, past his upturned nose
As he razed where the moochers now dwelt.

Brought to you by the fast and furiously funny Big Bad Bald Bastard.

Posted by Hunger Tallest Palin on 07/17/11 at 09:26 PM • Permalink

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Go Bastard go!

Effin’ awesome.

Thanks for the shout-out!

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