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Because I'm Eddie Willers
Jun. 10th, 2013 08:26 amEven though I believe my species has lost its chance, destroyed its world and failed, abjectly failed, to develop an exit strategy by basically shutting down space exploration instead of ardently pursuing it, I am incapable of walking away. I want to walk away, but I just...can't.
Why? Because I'm Eddie Willers in _Atlas Shrugged_, the only character aside from Cheryl Taggert worth knowing at all in that book, the only real person in the book, and the man left weeping in despair because one man cannot make the engine of the entire world turn. John Galt dealt with it by creating a fucking commune and sticking his head in the sand in the stupid belief that if he did it would be all over someday. Fool. Eddie kept trying, and trying, and trying, and couldn't stop trying, in the real world. Fool, in a completely different way.
I can't stop. Not sure what to do next, lawyering isn't a good enough answer, apparently. There must be something, some way, to pull us back from the cliff we keep insisting on jumping off, if only I can find it, no matter how much I yearn for a little cabin in the woods of British Columbia somewhere and to bury my head in the sand, too, just like John Galt.
The fact that that idiot Galt has been lauded so by right-wingers in the past few years tells you everything you need to know about the decline and fall of the Republican Party.
Sigh.
Why? Because I'm Eddie Willers in _Atlas Shrugged_, the only character aside from Cheryl Taggert worth knowing at all in that book, the only real person in the book, and the man left weeping in despair because one man cannot make the engine of the entire world turn. John Galt dealt with it by creating a fucking commune and sticking his head in the sand in the stupid belief that if he did it would be all over someday. Fool. Eddie kept trying, and trying, and trying, and couldn't stop trying, in the real world. Fool, in a completely different way.
I can't stop. Not sure what to do next, lawyering isn't a good enough answer, apparently. There must be something, some way, to pull us back from the cliff we keep insisting on jumping off, if only I can find it, no matter how much I yearn for a little cabin in the woods of British Columbia somewhere and to bury my head in the sand, too, just like John Galt.
The fact that that idiot Galt has been lauded so by right-wingers in the past few years tells you everything you need to know about the decline and fall of the Republican Party.
Sigh.