The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

I have finally reached it, "This is John Galt Speaking" is sitting at my fingertips, and yet I feel as if I need to blog before beginning this chapter. As I am sitting here rocking out to "You Belong With Me" and typing, I feel a sense of peace about starting this chapter. Not because it is a truely life changing speech (or so I suspect), but because this chapter will begin my journey to the end. The end of Atlas Shrugged, and the beginning of my understanding.

This morning I decided to do a bit of backtracking to the last time I read of Cherryl (yes, I'm not over it yet!). At this point I hit an incredible "duh" barrier as I read about her running and pretty much plunging to her death. I'm assuming this didn't dawn on me when I was reading because the time at which I was reading was...actually....I don't actually remember.....

So just when I seemed to be getting over Cherryl Ms. Rand decides to kill off yet another character I was beginning to like. Of course, following the age old tradition of finally stating a character's name before they kill them off I learned that the Wet Nurse/Non Abosolute's name is "Tony". Now, is it just me, or does every Tony always get killed off? For example, West Side Story.

Do you see why I'm pretty pissed?

Anyways, Fransicso had me cheering for him once again (did I really dispise him at one point?) when he was all John Wayne (who also was a total bad a**) at the factory. (Oh, a song switch to Starstrukk.) Of all the fake names to choose from the mimick you own, why did he chose "Frank". For some reason that makes me think of a gay hairstylist. Don't ask why, it just does.

So now good old Henry has spoken to one of the destroyers, so I'm pretty cheery about that (but not quite enough to get over Tony. I'll admit, I might have gotten a little sniffly.). But of course I can't forget the moment I screamed "don't let Hank die! Do something Frisco!" when Hank was whacked (although fortunately not by the mob).

Now what was the whole John/Dagny scence in the vault about? I mean, they made out and talked and everything, but it seemed to me as if Ayn Rand was trying to imply something was happening that I wasn't catching onto, but that might just be me. Actually, rereading that part I think they managed to control themselves (somewhat). I mean, doing it in a vault? Okay, that is a little hot. But just a little. Anyways, it didn't happen so why do I care?

It's my life.... Sorry, another song change.

Yesterday my mother and I were talking about houses (this has a point, I promise!) when she made the comment "people are just too greedy." As I have recently changed my thinking, I'll admit I was in total shock.

So, being the annoying little twerp I am I snipped back "it is their house. They have a right to make money off of it. Why would anyone not want to make a profit." To my satisfaction, she didn't say anything back.

Don't you love it when you win?

I'm off to try to muster up the courage to start the chapter. In the meantime, I'll amuse myself with a little bit of disco music.

Ba de da, something to remember..

Name the song and get a prize.