Yesterday Michael Kinsley posted this Paul Ryan Shrugged (that is oh-so-only-Kinsley) send up of Paul Ryan’s devotion:
Paul Ryan laughed. He stood naked on top of the vice president’s desk in the Senate chamber, scanning the crowd of sniveling politicians below him.
He flexed his muscles, the result of hours spent in the House gymnasium. Look at these pathetic specimens, he thought. Not one of them could do a one-armed pushup if his life depended on it.
Which prompted a reader to send me the flat-out 1957 National Review review of Atlas Shrugged by the plenty-controversial-himself Whittaker Chambers:
‘The news about this book seems to me to be that any ordinarily sensible head could possibly take it seriously, and that, apparently, a good many do. Somebody has called it: ‘Excruciatingly awful.’ I find it a remarkably silly book. It is certainly a bumptious one. Its story is preposterous.”
The 55-year-old piece has bounced around the internet for years, but of course, so has Rand.
